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VaderOnIce

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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?

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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

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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.
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