Writing Untitled (What a Wonderful Title)

[RPCrazy]

I wrote this as a project for a Creative Writing class my Senior year of high school. What we had to do was take a box and cover it with images (from magazines and the like) that we thought described how we acted and what we showed to the world. Inside, we were to place images of things we kept from people. I covered my box (a shoe box) in duct tape, pasted abstract images of sunsets and sea creatures, plus words like "The Ivory Tower" -- a Never-Ending Story reference -- and the surgeon general's warning...among other things. I also cut random words from magazines and somehow threw them together in this poem. As for the inside, I painted the entire thing straight black and left it that way.

I consider this to be some of the best poetry I've ever written, in about 10 minutes time sitting at a school computer in the lab. It's also one of two poems that I have never been able to find an adequate name for...and honestly, I have given up trying. So anyway, yes...I hope you enjoy.


[center]Still...Untitled

Go ahead and try to see
What's inside the box?
My box. Jennifer's Box.
Don't get me confused with Pandora,
That wench had nothing on Me.
You'll have to break the lock
Because there's no key.
Easy entry not this way
And brace yourself if you get in
What a surprise you're getting.
The real Me,
The Me you don't see.
Day to day
Night after night.
The Me I hide from prying eyes
The black moods
And dying art
Where once upon a time spins from my head
And I dance the dance of the vampire
The living dead.
A culture shock to the reality of life
And the wild difference in my sight
Of this earth as it is and not how it's supposed to be
Welcome to my World. Welcome to the real Me
And now here's something I'll guarantee
Once you get into my head,
Under my skin
Into every breath that I breathe
You still won't see
You won't understand
Too dark for someone like you to comprehend
For there's a reason I keep this hidden
Why a Junk-Yard Angel has thoughts forbidden
No matter how you pry or how you try
You still won't see who I am.
For my Me to you is different from my Me to He
Or She and It and They and Them.
So break the lock
Come on it.
But you still won't get Me in the end.[/center]