Description: Something I wrote in about 3-9 mins, so it kinda sucks. Just some random thoughts going though my head ;
Growing up -------------------------------------------
What ever happened to us?
Did you grow up
or did the inside just die?
We use to laugh in the rain
and watch the stars go by.
Snowflakes could become anything
a fort or a young snake
(one that lived in Antarctica of course)
We swung in swings
laughing and daring the other to go over.
Huddled in groups as we watched
our parents leave us for the first new day
recall how we use to fear the school nurse?
And now we’ve grown older
it’s sad yet somehow true.
And in growing up I’ve somehow lost me and you.
Now we grumble when the rain falls down
tell each other that we’ll catch cold.
Snowflakes are just cold
something that block the roads from us.
(doesn't suck to get away from work?)
We tell younger kids to stop pushing
and to grow up.
So that they wouldn’t fear the school nurse or shots.
A bitterness we feel?
Or just part of growing up?
Growing up can't be all bad. At least I hope it isn't all bad. If it is I am screwed. Maybe having responsibilities isn't as bad as most people think. But then again maybe its WORSE. Wow, I just cringed a little.
But if we keep humor in our lives, don't you think we can still grow up? At least part of us will still be young and free. I hope I never start hating the rain. It is one beauty of nature I can't live without.
It's all just a part of grow'n up...I mean I am 50-years old and I'm still grow'n up! So I think you have a good poem here 'cause it is all about reality and what we see in all of us. But remember, you are never too old to have fun or seek new adventures! Have a great weekend, !doc`
It's so depressing how everyone who has grown up tells us that our youth are the best years of our lives, but at the same time they are demanding us to grow up. Are they jealous of the things that we are still able to avoid (responsibility)?
I want someone to kill me if I ever, ever start complaining that it's raining. And if I stop running threw puddles and if I stop standing in the middle of the road to catch a snow flake on my tongue. Life is to precious to rush threw. And it's not a permanent things, so why obsess and worry over everything. Enjoy the moments that you may never duplicate.
Great job, Aki. Totally going on my favorites list!
I refuse to grow up, damit!...*Sniffle* Growing up sucks. But I have one thing to say to you; I will forever be the immature girl I am now! Sure, there are times when you need to be mature, and I can be, but why be serious when you can have fun?
I hate growing apart from people, its the pits, but maybe you grow away from one person to make room for another?...no...I didn't think so...thought it sounded right though. Heh.
Some of our friends are being children now...because they were never able to be at the right age...
Live life to the fullest? I say live life to the happiest, because when you are happy, you are filled.
Your work seems more like a collection of thoughts than poetry, but it is good that you can tell how you feel through your work. Many would say it needs to ryhme, while others would say you must rely strictly on feeling. I say it takes a little bit of both.