Poorly Written

I found my Xanga the other day
That I kept back in high school
On hiatus, for about a year

Entries of frivilous meanings
Defines of truth/prayers answered
Boys that I had liked-loved

Typical high school
Late night swims
Trips to the beach
Relationships that use to have meaning

Picked it up yesterday
Started venting, wondering
Addicted, once again
Wishing I had founded it sooner
Wanting to dictate everything down
Dictate like a stenographer

It is strange though,
Worst than the entries
From the short handed versions

The stories not as well as I tell them
In transit, at a party,
When there's nothing else to say

Like the yearbook from high school
Senior speeches of hope
Transcribed entries of goals

Among the typos, mispelled words,
Vague meanings and plain stupidity
It seemed a more innocent time
The answers, majors, classes chosen
Not having to worry about much
Anything, at all.

Precious naivete, if only it were you
Before the foibles and Miscues
Among the things of the past
Oh, to go back
Before everyone seem to have come
undone.