Poetry of the Past

Joy is made up of all colors, like a prism of feelings
sometimes it can travel at the speed of light, flooding the mind
others it will slowly wander through one's subconscious
It is the chameleon of all feeling always changing
shape

color

texture

This poem was the product of a 7th grade language arts class. I found it while going through my family's old desktop computer and decided I'd post it here. In my class (I can't remember the teacher's name) we were supposed to follow a form. It was really dumb, like, "Pick an emotion. Blank is color. It reminds me of insert memory." Or something like that. 

I remember being passionately irritated that we were supposed to follow this equation and end up with a "poem" so I decided that I'd completely disregard the form and write my own poem about an emotion. So I ended up writing about joy. I specifically said that joy was made up of all colors because you were supposed to pick only one. And I said that it was always changing shape, color, and texture, because you were supposed to describe those thing. 

Consequently, this poem was entered into a poetry competition and won 2nd place. (5 bucks ahoy!)

So SUCK IT form poetry from 7th grade!