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Poetry
Sept 7, 2007 21:59:09 GMT -5
Post by Aiden Bradford on Sept 7, 2007 21:59:09 GMT -5
I ended up showing a teacher my poetry the other day, and he suggested that I find some way of showing this to people. First, I need to make it clear that these are like, my deepest feelings. In real life, I have an extremely hard time expressing myself. I can do that on paper.
In other words, I need to show these things to people that I don't really know, if you know what I mean. So, seeing as I like all of you thus far, you guys seem like a good group to show this to. So, if you feel the desire to critique, go for it.
Three Cheers and Twelve Tears Thirty birds sat behind a wire cage All but one desire to fly free Yet, the one exception is far from sage But he was happy with what he could see
29 birds behind steel prisons only three will strive to reach their dream Willing to fly across those schisms A dream is a dream, as far as it seems
We are no better than these birds Never leaving to see the beauty given Dreams never making it beyond words Rather, it's money and practicality that keep us driven
First it's money, then it's time Constant barriers keeping us from what we desire But how much good is that dime When you're climbing the steps of your funeral pyre?
I will strive to one day touch my clouds beset by wings of passion and grace One day I will be able to shed these shrouds My dreams will be realized, face to face
Sean Nelson 1/30/07
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Poetry
Sept 7, 2007 22:03:13 GMT -5
Post by Aiden Bradford on Sept 7, 2007 22:03:13 GMT -5
Teenage Angst on Childhood Innocense Children running, jumping, screaming Playing those lost childhood games The future still stuck at dreaming Noy realizing imagination eventually maims
Slow down son, don't grow up so fast Broken hearts, broken dreams, living nightmares Please, I plead with you, let childhood last This simple life of ease, with no cares
I beg of you darling, drop that make-up now That childish charm will leave soon enough There is one promise I can guarantee, a vow Some boy, some day, will love you through the rough
Aslepp in your bed, safe from the night chill But nothing can protect you from your mind Dreams, good and bad alike, will always surround you still That's a lesson I guarantee you will find
Sean Nelson 2/6/07
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