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    dots Submission Name: Empty Wordsdots

    Author: Anticlownperson
    ASL Info:    16/f/nowhere land
    Elite Ratio:    3.29 - 248/390/118
    Words: 142
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
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       I wrote this because I was thinking about how as children we're told to use our imaginations and think however we want, to have our own opinions about things. But then when we get older, They tell us that there is no magic, there is no individuality, and we have to be what everyone else wants us to be. We all ahve to be stereotypes, fitting into some sort of class. If you don't, you're a Non-conformist, like all the other Non-conformists. And so I wrote this for all the people who still want to believe that there is magic and innocence and an excuse to act like the child you once were.

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    dotsEmpty Wordsdots

    a realisation
    an echo of thought
    a memory slowly
    being forgotten
    in wake of reality
    an old toy
    broken, unused
    but too precious
    to throw away
    like so much garbage
    childhood clings
    despite half-hearted
    to throw it off
    unwilling to part
    with so innocent
    a time, a memory
    happiness and bliss
    in ignorance
    in not knowing
    in not caring
    about how the world
    will change
    how innocence
    is looked down upon
    frowned at
    socially unacceptable
    childish behavior
    to show emotions
    that are worthwhile
    happiness is sin
    anger is wasteful
    sadness is cliché
    hopelessness is boring
    boredom is hopeless
    angst and fake love
    lust and greed
    false emotions are
    allowed and accepted
    hurt and betrayal
    expected and ignored
    usual, typical
    a cover for humanity
    crushed beneath
    social standards
    mo magic
    no innocence
    no memory
    no childhood
    just emptiness

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      ...False emotions are allowed and accepted? Why do I disagree... it's probably because, to me, emotions aren't really...lable-able, you know? We feel sort of mix, roughly, well, I just think that maybe people never seem to feel the same exact way, twice. And whan they do, it's stabbing. I know this is sort of about childhood innocense being lost, but I just had to say something... x_____x sorry for babbling!
    Thank you kindly for sharing <3
    | Posted on 2005-12-07 00:00:00 | by Mieko | [ Reply to This ]
      I really really like this poem, no i love it. Though at first your style or the way your presented this piece almost made me stop, but the words just kept me reading. i completely agree with you and i understand what you mean. Really, now i said that colors were beautiful and stopped to watch clouds take shapes, peopel would think i was a complete and childish lunatic, they wouldn;t understand or anything. I love your words, they all came together so well. Great write, the only thing i have for your is grammatical, you had "mo" when it should have been "no", anyway, we all do it. I love this again, new fav.
    | Posted on 2005-12-07 00:00:00 | by Mercy December | [ Reply to This ]
      God I feel like this a lot... I'm 17 and I love to be wild and carefree and so I chose to surround myself with the few people who are left like myself... and yes we are considered non-conformist... but if you think about it... there is another side to this.. Some people (a lot actually) still retain their individuality despite what the world imposes on them... take a good fantasy author for example... or perhaps even an artist who paints something similar to what you would see in the past or what might be the future... I don't like to think of the world in terms of conformists and non-conformists... because it is just impossible... like right and wrong there are so many grey areas... but truthfully I just wish people would see this and learn to accept that not everyone is blonde headed, blue eyed, white skinned, and christian... and that there is no real perfection... not even perhaps in God. And here I am rambling... unsure if this makes any sense... but at least this comment should give you a good idea of what your poem has inspired... (good or bad).. you've made me think about the world again :) Thanks.
    | Posted on 2005-12-07 00:00:00 | by Childoutspoken | [ Reply to This ]
      I agree with how you feel. This was a very nice poem and it speaks so much truth and honesty. It was the raw realization that childhood is one of the most better parts of our lives. It's filled with innocence and not knowing. You hear about death but you don't exactly know what death is...it's just there for you. Then as you get older, loved ones die and death becomes a nightmare. You now have responsibilities to take care of, when in your long lost childhood the only thing expected of you was to just be a kid.
    Nicely done, but I think you spelled something wrong in your first line...I would check it out.

    | Posted on 2006-06-20 00:00:00 | by Toxic_Rayne | [ Reply to This ]

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