Time Capsule

Time Capsule

A Poem by Breezie Kae

This room is a time capsule,
chock full of papers, memories,
some embarrassing,
none too sweet.

Such as my first poems,
in a crayon colored
construction paper monstrosity,
I never would have guessed where it would lead me.

Their words, they make me gag,
hideous rhymes, cliches,
staring at my roots
under the pitiful dirt.

Yet as the time passes,
and I stand, with paper in hand,
learn to work with words
and construct a piece of art,

leaving it all in a time capsule.

© 2010 Breezie Kae


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This was good and I agree, but my first poem ever is my favorite one actually. I wrote that from the bottom of my heart because I lost my uncle, but this is a good poem. Thanks for sharing.

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What an interesting thought..We always look back at our earliest stuff and think WTF??? well penned

Posted 14 Years Ago


very cool. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


This happens to me all the time, I'll read something I wrote about a year ago (okay maybe more like two weeks ago) and I'll think 'I've got a long way to go.' Funny enough: I don't think I'll ever really get there yet I keep on wiriting. What a stubborn and puerille race we writers are. Anyways, I enjoyed it, thanks for writing something worth reading, I hope I was of some assistance.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like the old stuff. I have a small notebook from my missed Grandmother. Rings from my father is left me 1998. Pictures of a good life. Those old thing become more precious with time. A very good poem. A value of a item is the price we put on it. I like the ending. I have a collection of great books. I wonder who will want the collection that i create for 35 years? A excellent poem.
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Posted 14 Years Ago


And how glad you are today that you made the conscious choice, those
twenty (?) years ago to keep all your stuff, no matter how bad you may have thought it at the time? I did not write as a wee child, not until I was sixteen, but I love to read back on that forty-year old stuff, just to see what a pathetic, floundering nebbish I was, an hopefully to reflect upon the distance I've come! Good girl!

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very good job on this i could relate to this poem

Posted 14 Years Ago


So beautiful. I thought of art!

Posted 14 Years Ago


good job ((:

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