Poetry from the highschool version of me

I stumbled upon what I figured was pretty dang close to a gold mine.
Highschool English class...I don't remember which one but that doesn't matter.
I was so incredibly deep...It makes me wonder how I became the superficial freak that I am today.

poem 1

You say
poetry is
lyrics without the funk,
without the back drum bumpy beats
raw.

(present self comment: word)

poem 2

In one
ear, to the soul
Davis, Armstrong, Coltrane
I may not be blue, but play it.
Blues.

(present self comment: girrrl u so hip u listen to armstrong??)

poem 3

Sun ray to the eye
Rough cat tongue to the fingers
Knees and toes exposed.

(present self comment: whudduhfuh is this referring to?)

poem 4

You were so grand and wonderful
But moonlit secrets gave the pull

(present self comment: you poor tortured creature.)

poem 5

There's that boy
I stare at his glasses
He's in one of my classes
He looks like a toy
His lips are like fishy coy
Looks like a nerd to the masses
But man that kid has his sasses,
Drinking that milky soy.
I have never talked to him
I don't know if he's even seen me
Isn't it about time?
I ask him his origin
He says Milwaukee
He moved here in his prime.

(present self comment: ok lets break this one down........first of all....hot for nerd? hot for teach? why on earth would I have talked about anyone who likes soy milk...that shit is disgusting. My favorite part by far is how I have alluded to the LDS commercial slogan.....Isn't it about.....time? I still think that's funny.)

I was an incredibly majestic being in highschool. That was definitely my prime ;) ;0 :) :p ;P