The Past
I read somewhere, some time ago "the past's a foreign land" But I was young and innocent, Just didn't understand.
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I read somewhere, some time ago "the past's a foreign land" But I was young and innocent, Just didn't understand.
The man was older than the last time we met, and there was a moment when I heard his voice for the first time in almost a year. It was like meeting him for the first time.
We sat on the edge Of the beach that night Sand in our shoes By the firelight Throb of the carnival All around The lap of the waves The only sound Cool, gentle breeze Plays with your hair We could...
When we were younger...everything was better We would laugh, run and play Without a care in the world Everyone was always around...because we were each other's family We were invincible.
You called me today, and I was sick. You told me about her, your lovely fiancé. I wanted to hang up, to place the jealousy aside.
Her childhood was simple and idyllic much of it spent walking through fields with an older man an allotment keeper who knew the land so well.
I miss being a kid. I miss having cupcakes when we had a birthday party in class and the extra credit word being "happiness" in the spelling tests.
He's been with me since birth. So long I can't remember. I can't tell you what he's worth. But he's priceless to me. He's been with me always. When I was sad or needed a friend.
An old favorite flashed Across the memory As time goes by; Casablanca What a strange city I find me in again Twirling to the chancy laitmotif The iridescent reflections Hanging on my hollow...
I saw a picture in my mind So pulled it out and made it mine So beautiful and calm to see Of smiles of friends, of you and me. Forever stretched out all around, Just holding hands without a sound..
One day I was watching the Simpsons(the best tv show ever!) and I started wondering what cartoons did people watch as a kid and what cartoons do they like now.
Isn't it strange how words from more than 50 years ago can just pop into your head for no apparent reason: Ten men went to mow, Went to mow a meadow, Ten men Nine men Eight men Seven men Six...
I haven't been on Opuss for a while now. I've been meaning to post more stuff but I just can't get my mind off of my cousin.
School days are the best days of your life. I agree with that to a point,had no worries or strife. Running to school to play with my mates. Playing conkers and football outside the gates.
Teenage years Most parents fear. Not that I would know Still have awhile to go. My daughters not even one So worries I have none. Thinking back to mine I didn't exactly shine....
My nickname at college was or'gaz'm Still don't know why. Maybe it was just a metaphor Or those moments on the dance floor Kissing,touching,drunken lies More drink and girls I cried.
What will I do 5 years from now. For whom will I cry in my sleep and why.
January rain was David Gray's whine, Foo's February stars continue to shine. The ides of march our Maiden had told, Whilst Deep purple's April was ever so bold.
So the days of learning are gone. Thirteen years in counting. The best years of our lives are over, But there is no need for pouting. Sure we won't see each other everyday.
Teenage kicks that have faded, Our true love became jaded. Our house is full, yet I'm all alone, Talking dirty to strangers on my telephone.
Putting the world to rights, on the way to school. Taking all the shortcuts, because we're so cool. Doing maths homework, the lesson that it's due. Travelling in crowds, even to the loo.
My little white secondhand washing machine, I wonder what horrors and stains you have seen. Did your previous owners appreciate you. Or did you turn their precious whites to blue.
Treasured Memory "I had to sneak out of the house to meet you," a familiar voice complained. I stopped rocking on the swing and smiled at my childhood friend. "Was it worth it?" I asked.
I drove. The radio gently accompanied me through a winding road, passing under poplars and oak trees, that offered a cool shade every so often from the rare, yet welcome sun.