My Old Poems

These are from the same timeframe, age 20-22 or so.

My old songs

I’m just going to put these all in one post, for simplicity.  I’m pretty sure they haven’t been posted earlier.  I’ll put them behind a cut.  I really just want a backup to my hard drive.

Two Sides of Punk (from 2001)

I just learned geocities is shutting down.  I have a lot of old writing on there that I’m going to archive here.  It might be enlightening to see who I was in my early 20s. lol

I entered this contest on a whim. They wanted personal stories about punk. So I wrote about my brother and myself, two completely different aspects of punk. Suprisingly I won (it’s voted on the internet) So check it out, I’m pretty happy about it. Honestly, I wrote it in around 5 minutes so I didn’t edit or anything.

Two Sides of Punk

I am a punk, though you wouldn’t know by looking at me. My short, almost military haircut doesn’t look shockingly spiked with gel. My hair is its original dark brown color, and I wear clean, matching clothes. But in my heart I am all punk. I write songs criticizing those who judge me and my life: organized religion, the military, and close-minded societies as a whole, all of which I have too much experience with. But in my punk attitude I play by the rules. I hold a steady, well paying job. I show up on time and work on what I’ve been assigned. But I’m always aware of injustice lurking around the corner.

My brother is your classic punk. His hair is disheveled; no hair gel or even a comb has touched it in a year. This is just the latest in a long list of hairstyles ranging from shaved to a 6 inch multicolored mohawk. His clothes never match; sometimes they are washed. Most of his clothes are self-decorated with patches and paintings. And he really should shower more in my opinion. His main mode of transportation is his skateboard, which he risks getting ticketed for on a daily basis. His political views put him at odds with almost every aspect of society.

He is viewed as a punk, a deadbeat, a troublemaker, while I am viewed as responsible, intelligent, and a good kid. Our political views are very similar, though he takes them to greater extremes than I. Does his look make him any more of a punk than myself? Society may think so, but I don’t listen to society. That is the spirit of punk.

Copyright 2001, Jackie Meyer