Glorious Day
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Happy day Opussians.
They are sleeping. Sleeping under the snow. Snow like a blanket. Keeps them in the deep sleep. We waddle around them. Or more like, the gravestones. "15 years...". But that won't make me.
Nothing has begun, And so nothing will end. The spring of my youth, I wonder when it will arrive.
So young and inconsistent With a life so opportune A new love found An action crowned No worries cloud your view In a haste You bleed away The fruitfulness of youth "Grow up!", they say As you...
#opussweeklychallenge Tomorrow’s V-Day, what a treat. Here’s a poem, something sweet: Love and pain strike the chest. Baby, this day, it’s the best.
Bye to youth, Hello 'mature', Something new, But something pure. Still the same, But different, too, So much more That I can do. I fancy this, I fancy that, It's my turn now, Well, fancy that.
My last day of my ' c h i l d h o o d ' Tomorrow I'm eighteen. It's funny when I think about how many years I've seen.
The first time that I saw you, you were playing "Catch the Wind," Strumming away on your guitar, with your cheesy grin.
Charlie: I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate.
Memories of a golden age A time of youth and fear Scared of what comes our way Cant it wait just one more day. Year is passing in a flash Soon I'll be in a different class.
Hello again and today is Sunday, January 20, 2013. My fear, among many others, is that i am going to grow old. Well, not just old, because we all have to do that, but an old stiff.
Once upon a yesterday. In an everlasting sun. Seams unpicked and solid. Innocence yet undone. Times the youth within us. Was all we'd ever need. Taken all too quickly. Consumed by growing's greed.
Sitting here thinking, one day I'm not going to go to school tomorrow.
Don't mind them. Don't mind the guys that rate you,. Don't mind the girls that gossip behind you,. You're not their 1-10,. You're not the worthless fool they say,. You're beautiful the way you are.
I miss those warm days. And sleeping in late. I miss the nightly runs. And Tuesday movie dates. I miss fresh cut grass. And chlorinated pools. I miss shorts and tank tops. And acting like a fool.
I need to stop .
Dedicated to my best friend Ryan. (he was the one in my pp :D) I laugh, I cry, You comfort, you sigh. Telling me 'it's okay' was just alright, To help me get my hopes up enough for the night.
We are all but heroes In a life we never knew We hide from the possibilities And savour the views Come on now We're gonna rule the world Open the windows And scream so loud You see that there.
We were the night Can't be undone It was worth it We were the only ones Don't let the story Go untold Keep the embers alive Don't let the fire grow cold Remember the time we stole the whole day.
This poem was written for my high school graduation.
I walk past kids that I use to be. I stare at them, and them back at me. I sighed their sigh, cried their tears and thought their thoughts. I walked in their shoes and trousers.
He was a great boy yet his time ran out. He was happiness itself. A smile always on his face. He was a safari child. Always on the look out for dangerous animals. He never grew old of the world.
All leaving tomorrow One by one, the year above The older guys and older girls Who used to be just kids like us In the playground throwing Water balloons.
Hey you standing near the bar, fancy taking me for a drive in your car. Miles and miles we could go real far. Baby don't be a shy guy, grab my coat show me to the door.