Angsty Teenage Poetry #2

Poems by a Teenage Trenna

The first instalment in this series of angsty teenage poetry is HERE.

Friends (14 August 1972 – Dedicated to A Friend)

Friend, is a word you’ll hear or use nearly every day
But do you really know the actual meaning of the word
Is it to be kind to someone and talk to them?
No, a lot more!
A friend is someone who is comforting in times of sorrow
A person who has always time to listen to you
Someone who is eager to lend a helping hand
A friend is someone who likes you, despite your faults
Or maybe, likes you for your faults
Someone loyal and faithful, who will defend your name
Do you consider yourself to be someone's true friend
I do
But I'm not!

Suicide For Lack of Friends (14 August 1972 – Dedicated to Friendless)

What happened to that girl?
She was once happy so normal like any other girl
She had a proper home. Well not quite
She took her life and for just one reason
Friends. She had - none
She was never anything to look at
This was found to be the main problem
She had her family, all but her parents
Whom her love was surrounded around
Her life, to her, was hell, nothing more or less
That is why she took it
I know I would have done the same
Because I feel I understand

Without the Flowers or the Funeral (14 August 1972 – Dedicated to Myself)

The end of term, there was shouting and laughter
Although some would return for the next year and after
But Oh not her, she was hitting the road
For school work she had dropped the load
She had no home, but for her canvas tent
As she had no money and couldn't pay rent
She slept in the bush and swam in the river
But her life like this didn't last forever
Soon her food supplies ran out
The river dried up due to the drought
Her mouth was dry and her stomach was aching
She was starving and was not faking
At the age of sixteen, it's young to die
But die she did, because she starved, that is why

[GM: The above three poems all seem to have been written on the same day (a Monday).]

We Love on the Beach (9 November 1972)

The thunder of the waves beat down on the sand
The first instant chill when my feet touched
The shallow water
My feet sink into the sea soaked sand
The water is cold but my body feels warm
His hand is clutched in mine, holding me tight
Our bodies merge to an underwater paradise
Under the sea we roll and love, without a care in the world
Then hand in hand we run back to the sun bleached shore
Our bodies lie naked but for the drops of glistening sea water
Are bodies are intimate, we are as one
The waves roll up and stimulate our toes
Over we roll, he is still part of my body
We’d love and lay together until eternity
Our bodies were no longer intimate but our thoughts were
We lay silently, hand in hand gazing at the clear sky
Then together we walked slowly away from the beach
Listening to the gulls above singing their love songs

[GM: I have already published the following poem HERE, as it is one Trenna mentions in The Kitchen Tapes No.17.

Dedicated Amorous Equation to Frederick (27 July 1972 – Dedicated to Fred Long & Lyn Rockcliffe)

Frederick, oh Frederick, you'll always be my arithmetic
My theorem, my proof, my decimal subtraction
I guess it's just our mutual attraction
Great minds always think identically
I will always love you authentically
My mountain, my basin, my plateau, my plain
My desire for you will drive me insane
You are my top mark, my hundred percent
I love you more than the Duchess of Kent
We are bound to get married sooner or later
Due to our common denominator
Nearly as intriguing you are to me
As Newton's Law of Gravity
You are the homosapian I adore
You are my sentence, my simile, my metaphor
I think of you as my five page essay
Nine out of ten, as usual I dare say
Our offspring will have your face and my brains
And together we'll shower in monsoon rains
I know that you are attracted to me
Due to your male anatomy
You will always be my flaming star
Whether you're shaped square or triangular
This now Frederick is my conclusion
For I must now study my atomic fusion


[{(Lyn) x (x 2 - x + x3)}]

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More to come in Angsty Teenage Poetry #3…