VaderOnIce Posted March 15, 2005 Report Share Posted March 15, 2005 I got the urge to write this because I subscribe to this online journal for poetry, but man every single one of the fuckers is always writing about some lame ass sad shit. It's always sad poetry. Pity this, and death that, and wah wah wah wah wah. Yeah, I know, despair kicks into our lives at all kinds of points. But I think what we do with it is what makes us who we are. Anyway. Down with the emo kids. I do realize that I am whining about whining here. There was no other way to go about it, though. Sometimes, you gotta shoot the shooters. Questions, comments, etc are always welcome. Smrf don't post something in here trying to pass yourself off as smart, or repeating something someone else said. I will delete it. You know I will. Out the Window Whatever happened to sunshine? to sitting in a lawn chair over the sprinkler and slip n slides (flew off that yellow streak into the fence once) and the breaking of a cold front so the next morning, you chuck your sweater on the couch and say, Finally? Whatever happened to spring new mornings seasons of change? Terrorists could put ebola into soda cans it could get THAT bad but it isn't right now is you, your feet, and the day. And the next moment, it's you, your feet, the day, and a choice to enjoy it or cry cry cry cause it's your party and you can if you want to. Whatever happened to playing in a tire tied to a tree, swinging, falling, skinning your knee? Whatever happened to steel slides at high noon and burning the shit out of the bottom of your thighs because of too short shorts? Now everyone cries and makes things from plastic. When did we grow up fucked up tied down? When did we forget we no longer have to ask ourselves permission to go outside and have fun, huh, mommy? We blame the supervisor with bad breath, crusty hair, and an eye on our computer screen. Or the significant other with too many needs or not enough time. Or ourselves and wrong roads taken rubbers not worn or I love yous believed too easy, but... What ever happened to sneaking out, the window frame scratching down your back as you pop out midnight grass wet with dew your friend parked halfway down the block lights off but revving the engine scaring you into thinking your parents might wake up and see your shadow flit across the yard, hop over the fence and run run run cause it's your life and you'll run if you want to? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Crilix Posted March 15, 2005 Report Share Posted March 15, 2005 cry cry cry cause it's your party and you can if you want to. Lol, very nice use of those lyrics, it works well. -Cril Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fiend Posted March 16, 2005 Report Share Posted March 16, 2005 always love vader's poetry. nice. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mike Posted March 16, 2005 Report Share Posted March 16, 2005 cheer up emo kid. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Colossus Posted March 17, 2005 Report Share Posted March 17, 2005 Wow I am the LAST person to like any kind of a poem but *CLAPS* Nice one. I miss the good ole days http://www.fnfclan.com/uploads/uploads/emoticons/default_sad.png Ah well im having good new days too so it balances out Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VaderOnIce Posted March 17, 2005 Author Report Share Posted March 17, 2005 That's kinda what it's about. About yeah, maybe we get lame shit when we grow up, but you can always sneak out and make a better day or night for yourself. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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