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[Feb. 3rd, 2004|01:37 pm] |
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Seven years old: I was new to this world, happy to be oblivious to life. My friends would come over to play dolls and pretend. School was fun, we got to color...I always got the black crayon when it was fresh out of the box. I watch the sunset thinking the colors are painted by pegasus'
Nine years old: fouth grade. School became a little more challanging. Simple addition and subtraction had changed into multiplication and light dividson. My friends still came over to play with dolls, but became more interested in watching cartoons. I always got the slightly used black crayon from the box. I watch the sunset and believe the colors are formed by rainbows.
Eleven years old: New school, meloncholy life. Addition, subtraction, Multiplication and dividson had turned into algebra and the pressure from unfriendly eigth graders began. Friends came over but not as often...never played with dolls and lost their imaginations. They became obsessed with Britny Spears and Backstreet Boys because the television we watched told us to be. I recieved the dull black crayon in art class. I watch the sunset and know it's atmosphereic.
Thirteen years old: Top of the middle school, growing older and not taking time to watch it. School became horrible...hormones kicked in. Old friends left me for better friends because the television told them they had to be popular. I never received the black crayon, for I stopped taking art. I watch the sunset but see black
Fifteen years old: Forgot what school I had even gone to...Depression and paranoia kicked in. Hormones raging...everyone lost their innocence and worrying about college and their future...forgetting to live the days we are supposedly purest. Newer friends only wanted to go out and see movies or talk about their relationship problems. The black crayon I had on my shelf became covered in blood from suicide attempts. I see the sunset through a hospital window and imagine myself in it.
Seventeen years old: I sit here at my schools computer, printing off reptactles of words spewed onto papers about my future and career choice.ACT, SAT, College, Essays, Deadlines... Math has become a slowly improving subject. I sit here next to a friend, who is taking various light hearted quizzes. I carry the burden of maturing too fast in my soul, knowing in a few short months...I'm going to be an adult. The black crayon has broken and disappeared, now taking the form of colored pencils and pens. My friends drive around and randompy stop by to play video games and watch movies and understand that there's a world outside of popularity. I see the sunset, knowing that the particles in the atmosphere diffuse the suns rays into different spectrums, remembering the little seven year old free spirit who was sure that the sky was painted by a group of pegasus', and I deep down, I still do. |
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Wow.. that was so amazingly beautiful. It shows our innocence being corrupted by society, and how we lose touch with our inner child. But life grows better.. That touched deeper regions of my shivering heart, which is losing touch with all that it loves. Thank you. <3
:) You're welcome Laurgasm
dude...that was soo good. it made me feel nostalgic too. i liked the crayon symboizing each step...and i liked how you sed when you were 13 you watched the sunset but saw black, i really really liked that. that was a great poem, its a poem everyone can relate to...you rock poop dude :):):)/ cyz FOOODD SCCCIIEEENNCCEE WEEEEEEE.
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Oi...you want to know what the weird thing is? The other day at that assembly thing, I was writing something like that on the back of my book...Not the exact same thing, but sort of a timelime with the effects and stuff...very strange. Anyway, I liked this. Alot.
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2004-02-06 02:56 pm (UTC)
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wow..... just wow... that was amazing, and beautiful, and something i can relate to, im pretty sure everyone can. it also makes me see how everyone loses their innocence, it suddenly becomes ur innocent if you dont mess around, instead of believing and feeling what you want... youre amazing duck! much love, chums | |
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