Love of Narcissism
Look at her face.
Smooth as silk, soft as cotton.
Her hair is gold, her eyes sapphires.
Rose petal lips, dainty hands and fingertips.
Glossy teeth, sweet beneath.
Isn’t it nice to know mirrors never lie?
1978
School assignment for an English class. We had to describe a personality trait or characteristic and of course I did it in poem form. I thought I was being so clever with the title.
Julia Ann Ferguson
Tags: childhood, Narcissism
JM – JF
Days of old
Scars afflict the girls’ mind.
Thin eggshell skull,
Cracking with childhood memories.
Sweat drips from a monsters brow.
Blood, boiling in the veins.
Seeping through the ever aging lines
On a Childs hands.
Hollow eyes sink into the swamp
Of fear and corruption.
Thoughts gasping for air,
Wind blows through her distilled mind.
12/31/80 age 16
Inspired by Jim Morrison. His music, my pain. I expressed my emotions mostly through poetry and coped with drugs and alcohol.
Julia Ann Ferguson
Tags: abuse, childhood, coping, depression, Jim Morrison, pain
My poems….by Julia
Look! What was that? Imagination.
Yes? Noooo nonono!!
There it goes again. Back and forth.
What is it?
Squiggles, circles, spinning round and round.
Stars and stripes jumping,
Dancing, screaming, SSSSSsssss!
A duck on a lake.
Peaceful, calm, tranquility, rest.
Sleep my mind, till I wake you tomorrow.
1978
Age 13. I included this poem as written in a journal. Sadly most of my earlier stuff was lost in journals I didn’t keep.
Julia Ann Ferguson (Ann without an E but I so badly wanted an “E” because I love Anne of Green Gables books)
Tags: childhood, imagination, insomnia, restless thoughts
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