A Few Poems by 15-Year-Old Lydia

I am debating about whether to post some bunch of emotionally intense poetry I wrote recently. In the meantime, here are a bunch of rondelets I wrote in tenth grade, exactly as I emailed them to my poetry teacher. 

Felicia

My cat is soft.

She wakes me up hoping for food.

My cat is soft.

I have yarn balls she loves to loft.

Although she is often quite rude

(For she is always in the nude),

My cat is soft.

Izzy*

Izzy is dead.

I listened to her for too long.

Izzy is dead.

I made her play too many songs,

Yet I feel I've done nothing wrong.

Izzy is dead.

*V. Important Note: Izzy is my iPod. I don't kill people by making them sing to me.

 Failure

Why can't I write

Poems that sing of truth and life?

Why can't I write?

Finding words is a constant fight.

I can't describe a writer's strife

Or a man's search for a good wife.

Why can't I write?

Please Explain

I saw your eyes

Glancing my way from time to time. 

I saw your eyes, 

But let pursed lips be my disguise. 

Even though I know it's not a crime,

And though the party was sublime,

I saw your eyes.

(This is why Lydia avoids writing poems about other people. Also, obviously the person I'm referring to in 2nd person isn't you.)

Laziness

I am lazy,

After a day full of deep thoughts.

I am lazy

After my life has gotten too crazy. 

In my life I have always sought

For somewhere I could sleep a lot.

I am lazy.

The Lord's Name in Vain (A Controversial Poem)

God, I'm sorry

For the words I said; I didn't think.

God, I'm sorry,

For you my eyes don't grow starry.

I meant to say my sister stinks,

But I said you without a blink.

God, I'm sorry.