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    dots Submission Name: A Much Needed Shot Of Adolescencedots
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    Author: screamALEX
    ASL Info:    19/M/PA
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    dotsA Much Needed Shot Of Adolescencedots
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    A Much Needed Shot Of Adolescence

    I find myself crawling on these hands and knees,
    waiting for adolescence to catch back up to me.
    Taking me back to carefree days.
    days when I felt safe,
    even in the midst of war.
    And the only evils,
    were those plotting the demise,
    of my favorite TV heroes.

    Take me back to when,
    school was nothing but a place to play with friends,
    a rendezvous to play pretend.
    Tests that didnít decide my life,
    I never dreamed a test could decide the end.
    Days when I couldnít grow up fast enough,
    and my mind was filled with wonder,
    rather than these thoughts of mistrust.
    When crying was still an acceptable way to vent my fear,
    and crying was crying, even without the tears.
    When sleeping was still a much loathed chore,
    before it became a haven for my mind to rest.
    To stop thinking and worrying about everything and nothing,
    and calm the beating within my chest.

    Take me back to when,
    dreams were easier to understand.
    When a one-hundred dollar bill was no different than,
    a piece of paper, and a green crayon.
    Before my imagination was limited to what I could see,
    and the thought of tomorrow was my ecstasy.
    But lately I find myself crawling on these hands and knees,
    waiting for adolescence to catch back up to me.





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      this is so refreshing. i love reading poems about the blissfulness and beauty of childhood. You'll never quite understand the beauty of your youth until you've lived it. I was told that so many times by aunts, uncles, cousins, parents etc and its only now at 20 years of age I realise it. The whole idea that you have going on there about how we have no worries as children is the part that makes me fantasise again. I always smile after reading poems like this because it makes me remember the innocence and blissfulness of my childhood. the carefree days spent at school where the only thing you had to worry about was what your mum was going to cook you for dinner. Great poem. love the way you have the rhymes in it too..once again haha

    Antoinette
    | Posted on 2009-02-11 00:00:00 | by freak_like_me | [ Reply to This ]
      great poem. its swell. It took me back to my youth and it was great back then. carefree and chill. Innocent.


    stay gold
    grim
    | Posted on 2007-09-25 00:00:00 | by DaGrimReaperess | [ Reply to This ]
      Before my imagination was limited to what I could see,
    and the thought of tomorrow was my ecstasy

    i can remember the night before going on vacations, or birthdays, and in even younger days, the first day of school and being soooo excited that i just couldn't fall asleep to save my life. Hell, to be honest, i'm still like that lol. but then again, i've never been one to sleep well.


    When sleeping was still a much loathed chore,
    before it became a haven for my mind to rest.

    I had major problems growing up in thinking that if i fell asleep i was going to miss something good. My daughter was like that too. she would be so tired that she would be standing in the middle of the room and literally be swaying back and forth from being so tired but refused to just give it up and go to sleep.

    you touch upon some subjects of childhood that would make any reader think back and smile...which is a great thing to be able to do because when the reader can identify with what you're writing, they want to keep reading

    good job

    | Posted on 2007-05-03 00:00:00 | by MmR | [ Reply to This ]
      UUUUUHHH, you shot my heart with those raptures upon your words, reminiscence of those high school days. I can make this into at the drive in-ish screamo song, like the one the did on invalid litter dept. God! you shock me with these words, i cant reach of that level

    Take me back to when,
    school was nothing but a place to play with friends,
    a rendezvous to play pretend.
    Tests that didnít decide my life,
    I never dreamed a test could decide the end.
    Days when I couldnít grow up fast enough,
    and my mind was filled with wonder,
    rather than these thoughts of mistrust.
    When crying was still an acceptable way to vent my fear,
    and crying was crying, even without the tears.
    When sleeping was still a much loathed chore,
    before it became a haven for my mind to rest.
    To stop thinking and worrying about everything and nothing,
    and calm the beating within my chest.

    *these words man, these words, i cant comment on a critics but a compliment.What could be better of "Tests that didnít decide my life,
    I never dreamed a test could decide the end.".Damn, you are truly an emo artist!anyway could ya check some of my newest works?thx a lot.
    | Posted on 2007-05-02 00:00:00 | by Soldier O_Tears | [ Reply to This ]
      Childhood, I think, would have covered the subject matter better, as my adolescence was a hell of all the things you decry in the writing.

    Apart from that picky quibble, I really managed to get into the mindset...when weeks lasted months and months went on for years - with nothing to worry about except tomorrow, and what games you'd play.

    You encaptured all of the bittersweet pleasure of irresponsibility, but irresponsibility in it's finest form.

    Well done.

    Peace'n'love'n'stuff

    Ben Gunn
    | Posted on 2007-05-02 00:00:00 | by Ben Gunn | [ Reply to This ]


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