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Author: InYuco Katan
ASL Info:    22/M/Tx
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Class/Type: Deep Thought /Depressed
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Just some shit i was thinking....its not a poem or anything...its just something i wanted to post


I find myself reminiscing about the old times…back before I had to look up and be an adult. Back when I thought I had it bad. Back when it was just me and my friends, doing what we do best. Back before people moved out on their own, back when the only thing in life to worry about was how to win at Magic. Ah, those days…took them for granted one to many times. Now nothing but just a memory, gone like dust in the wind. I would give anything to have those days back. I remember when Brett thought me to write poetry. We were sitting up in his bedroom in that trailer in porter circle, on my laptop, as a matter a fact I still have the folder. Hasn’t moved, its been there for four years, still titled, “Writing on the Wall.” I also remember the first time that Scott and I hung out, that was fun, and the first time that me and Keith hung out…that was forever ago, also fun. I’m just trying to hang on to the past, but it left me along time ago. The days are no more. One thing remains though, our friendship, and the common goals. I thought I was rid of depression, but as I read this, and remember the good times I get more and more depressed. I also found that through it all one thing has NEVER changed, the fact that all of us Brett, Keith, Scott, and Me, we always are and always will be friends, because in the end nothing else matters

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  i still remember that. remember when my aunt locked up all our [censored] so i had to break into my bedroom window so we could move out? anyway, jeez so much has changed since then. its so weird coming back to all this [censored] after 2+ years, reading about who i used to be. i've come a long way since then, but it seems like some things will never change. it was cool to go back and catch all my old meanings again and revive a bunch of old memories that i had forgotten a long time ago.
| Posted on 2007-09-18 00:00:00 | by Raistlin Sith | [ Reply to This ]
  I really liked
Thou I am 37 evreyone tells me im going on 13
I have never left my childhood and I dont think I ever will
This was Beautiful
God Bless You and All your Friends
Take Care

Please if you get a chance take a look at some of my poetry and let me know what you think
Thank You
| Posted on 2005-12-16 00:00:00 | by Ronswords | [ Reply to This ]
  Though this was a personal post with deep thoughts I loved it. and could relate to it on a personal level...

So many times I sit and wish i was 14 when life was was a game...and nothing could stop I'm one of the adults of the world...i worry about the future, putting clothes on my kids back, food on the table...wondering if the choices i'm making today will give them a better tomorrow...

I guess it all comes down to what I tell my pre teen daughter...enjoy being a kid...believe in magic as long as you silly games and dont worry about what older kids are will have pleanty of time for gossip, for boys for fashion the rest of your are only a child once...and an adult forever...

thanks for taking me on your road of reminicing...i enjoyed the ride ;)

Tina Elite's Ghetto Ballerina.
| Posted on 2005-12-16 00:00:00 | by Brownsdelight | [ Reply to This ]

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