Description: I don't know this is just another thing that expelled itself from my subconscious....You would think being the author of the piece I would have some idea why I wrote it, but alas I am as in the dark as any who read this piece.
Toy's in The Attic -------------------------------------------
I kept my toys in the attic
In the chest labeled
All the pictures
I tried to forget
Of lovers gone
my carefree years
Now its time
for a yard sale
Iíve decided I need
to grow up
No more adventures
with Mr. Pan
are next to go
It isn't aqctually that bad. It says a bit of what they mean to you. But you wopuld probably need to work more on describing what you did whith them what they represent more deatailed. As for the photos tell us what you see so we can relate. Other wise it is a really good idea.
yeah you can throw away all that stuff, but it will always be within you, my toys are still in the attic and the attic is my mind, don't be in such a hurry to grow up, stay youthful and enjoy life, tomorrow is promised to no one, I liked this...Bob:)
this poem reminds me of me...i'm only 17 though. i have almost every single one of my stuffed animals and all of my toys from my youth! for some reason when i try to get rid of them something keeps me from doing it. I hold on to them because it reminds me of when my mom was still alive...and how much fun i always had with her! as for the pictures...i have lots of pictures of me and my past loves...it helps keep my memory alive and makes me realize how much better my life is getting! the poem was awesome though! keep up the good work! hope to see more from u
I'm reading a grammar book right now-it's called "Eats, Shoots and Leaves." It's a great book. I particularly like the beginning, where it states this: "For any true stickler, you see, the sight of the plural word 'Book's' (or in this case, toy's) with an apostrophe in it will trigger a ghastly private emotional process similar to the stages of bereavement, though greatly accelerated. First there is shock. Within seconds, shock gives way to disbelief, disbelief to pain, and pain to anger. Finally (and this is where the analogy breaks down), anger gives way to a righteous urge to perpetrate an act of criminal damage with the aid of a permanent marker." Sorry for the lengthy explanation, but it's something that absolutely IRKS me when I see it.
As for the poem, all in all good. You could expand SO MUCH MORE, but for a basic straightlaced poem it's good. Don't ever let go of your childhood-there's no way to get it back. Even I know that, and I'm only 18. All in all, good job. -Archadya
This is my favorite of the most recent 5. It touches a nerve with me, and for some reason I can't help but think of LEGOs. I also think it might possibly maybe embody a turning over of new leaves for you? Myeh, who knows. Nice work though.
hmmn...i'm really liking the idea you've started here but i defently think you could do more...defently think this thought could be expanded on...it seems to me your talking of changing...getting rid of the old and welcoming the new...or i could be wrong ...lol...i'd really love to see you expand on your thoughts though...i think it turn out to be a wonderful memory provoking write...purps
AWWWWW...what an amazing way of letting go...of all John...youth and the past of loving truth that at some piont and time we all let slip away and not because we have to...but beacuse it's time. Beautiful thank you...always love your thoughts yep... kelly