Flash Stories & Poetry Day 20: Lyric "High School Crush"

Hey, everyone.

I did have a witty introduction for this post today, but I've completely forgotten what it was. Probably just had something to do with my high school reunion being today. Seriously, wish me luck and stuff. I'm pretty nervous. I didn't sleep well last night. But I have been thinking more about the weekly themes and I think that it would be a good idea, but how would I pick them and how would I keep track? Does it even matter? Questions for later. Anyway, today I am using the poetry wheel, so let's give this sucker a spin.

Wheel of Genres, turn, turn, turn! Tell me the genre I will discern!





Today's style is... Lyric! Huh, have I written a lyric before? I want to say I have, but for the life of me, I can't remember. To make matters worse, I looked up lyric, and Wikipedia was no help at all. I looked up a few examples of a lyric, and those barely helped as well. Turns out, there's no one poetic form, line length, or rhythm; the only restriction is that the topic has to be about personal feelings. I thought about doing my feelings of regret again, but lyrics tend to be a little more romantic than all that, so instead I think I will write about my high school crush.

Thirty minutes on the clock: 30:00. And... go!

This is to my darling, my high school crush,
That one girl who made me nervous and flush;
But who was that lass that held such power
Under whose gaze I did shake and cower?

Was she not a girl from my middle school,
'Pon whom for many a year I did drool?
Nay, I think not; I did not know her well,
And for her I would not suffer the bell.

Was she of my grade, a dame who I once
Hated, with whose humors I thought a dunce?
But that relates to many girls in the class,
There were many I mistook for an ass.

Then was it an underclassman for whom
I would have wanted to be her groom?
Aye! That seems right. But which of the three
Did I truly think was the girl for me?

Was she a slender brunette who drives me
Crazy like no one else with all her glee?
Or, was she a buxom brunette
With a temper that made her quite a threat?

Nay, I believe she was the buxom blonde;
Aye, of her charm and wit I was most fond,
But to be fair, I was not into her hair,
Rather I wanted to see her laid bare!

It was her body that did me in,
With her butt and breast, I wanted to sin.
Alas, my desires came to naught,
I did not pursue her as one ought.

Ten years past, and I have forgotten her.
In sooth, that is what I truly prefer.
'Tis true, nothing so romantic as a high school sweetheart,
But without indelible love, we are all forced to part.

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Stop the clock! Phew! One minute left. I didn't think that would take so long. And before you ask, it's pretty true hence why I didn't use names. And other things I did simplify quite a bit; poetic license and all that. But for the most part, it's pretty accurate. And I'm sure you noticed that some lines are not the right lengths. Yeah, I was running out of time and wanted to finish, so I rushed it a bit. And I really wanted to work in those last two lines, so... yeah.

But anyway, that's it for today. If you want to use the wheel I made, you should be able to access it here. And if you have the time, please check out my books for sale on Amazon which you can find through my author page. The link is below. Also, I reworked my Patreon page, so why not give it a look and consider becoming my patron. I would appreciate it.

Keep writing, my friends.

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