During my senior year of high school, my English teacher required us to submit a story or poem to the school's literary magazine From the Depths. I thought the assignment was silly (and was probably pretty dismissive of the magazine, too), so I wrote a "poem" over lunch and handed it in. To the great amusement of everyone who was in on the joke, they published it. At long last, I've tracked down a copy, and I'll share it with you here:
The Myth
as I followed the stream
down
from the mountaintop of
which it sprang,
I knew then that my hidden
town
was littered with the broken
shards
of ice
cold, and colder
in the frigid dawn
the birds flee
to their inner sanctuaries
filled
with nothing greater than
the sea
accord
bubbling pipes
crying out in unison
calling to the specks
hidden deep in the folds
of a wretched soul
paradoxical musings
flow relentlessly into
vortices of confusion
and fear
the fragile cup
is emptied of its tepid
draught
no subject
I had forgotten to do the current week's assignment for english class, which was to write a "concrete imagery" poem (a poem where the shape of the text matches the content of the poem). So when she said "ok, everybody pass up your homework" I said "oh shit", and reached into my bag and pulled out a blank sheet of paper. Just as the person behind me was handing me theirs, I wrote my name at the top right corner and the words "The Empty Heart" at the top middle and put it in the stack.
I figured there was almost no chance I would get any credit for it, but at least I would get a smile out or a witty comment back. To my great surprise, I got it back the following week with a big red "A" at the top and the words "very clever!" written next to it.