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Riley

Senior Member

since 2002-07-18

Posts 1038
in the pouring rain

0 posted 2002-11-02 11:42 AM

So short a life once slowly lived
In a world full of wonder and joy
Soon the solitude of the peaceful world
Disrupted by a dreadful tune
Of eerie giggles and screams
Do you hear the birds in their heads?
See the eyes with a twinkle of shyness
Sarcastic voices being told what to say
Through ideas reeled inside an evil mind
I guess the vocabulary to say anything
Is beyond the reach of any of them
Scared, yea, I should think
If I am surrounded by lesser of my intellect
Shouldn’t I be?
Maybe not because I can recollect
My days of playing with dolls
But those days are long passed
And so many troubles have fallen into my path
Blocking me from passing forward
And making myself better
But still I can look into the soft eyes of a young one
And remember and miss it so
But most important
I remember

~*I'm not gonna say I'm gorgeous, that for you to decide, if you really wanna know me, see the world through my eyes*~

[This message has been edited by Riley (11-02-2002 03:58 PM).]

skyshine

Member Elite

since 2002-02-07

Posts 3058
Beneath the northern stars

1 posted 2002-11-02 09:47 PM

quote:
But still I can look into the soft eyes of a young one
And remember and miss it so
But most important
I remember

I agree, memories are really important. It's hard to grow up and face new things. This is well done, Riley.

--Beth

Howl at the stars, whisper when you're sleeping, I'll be there to hold you, I'll be there to stop the chills and all the weeping.

LoveBug

Moderator

Member Elite

since 2000-01-08

Posts 4697

2 posted 2002-11-02 11:14 PM

This is a very good write... we all long for our childhood, but as we grow, we will attain much more than we could as children. Good work!

Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us.

PoeticGoddessOfDepression
Member

since 2002-07-02

Posts 439
I am everywhere

3 posted 2002-11-02 11:35 PM

.... I hate barbies.
I hear.. that after you stop playing with the,, they turn into evil beings and fly around in your clost untilt hey cant contain themselves, and eat you while you're sleeping... when i head that i burnt all mine.

have a great day!

(good poem, by the way)

"i told you i'd never say goodbye . now i'm slipping on the tears you made me cry but that's what i get"

Local Parasite

Member Elite

since 2001-11-05

Posts 2527
Transylconia, Winnipeg

4 posted 2002-11-04 01:00 PM

Wow, Riley... I love this one. The first line is perfect... brought me right into the state of mind of the poem.

You're just so awesome... what's your secret, babe?

Parasite

Learn to place poetry before people
Before you place your poetry before the people.
~Andrey Kneller

vlraynes
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-25

Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...

5 posted 2002-11-05 12:18 PM

Riley~
Excellent write, my friend.
As usual, I am truly impressed.
Hugs,
~Vicky

P.S. Don't forget to check out Teen Challenge #2!
"...until you have read the verse on his heart,
you have not truly met the poet.
~vlraynes

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