We begin as an infant
With those intent to see us through
We have no worry or care
And our joy is open to share
If only it could be immortal infantility
And we would never have to face the horrid reality
Then we grew
Time flew right past
At long last
We have seemed to accomplish our task
Reaching the teenage stage
We believe ourselves to be the ultimate sage
We are right
And we are surrounded by a throng of those who are wrong
We become pressured and molded into something we're not
Just for a shot at popularity
A standing ovation and notable notation
To those who see with clarity not to follow the crowd
We wish to fly back
Years back into the past
To have those blissful baby days again
And not just something remembered in gray that fades away
So why must time progress
Handing to us such dreadful tests
Why can't we switch gears
And move back a couple of years
Why can that destination not be sought
Why must it rot in our memories
Why must we grow
Please let the answer to this be known
Why must we feel this way
And why is it so hard to say...
I
Why must I feel this way
Author notes
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for contest:
I love children
I think that's what we're supposed to write...
And I'm not sure if this is exactly what you're looking for... it's kind of about childhood and how it goes... not sure if it has memory but it's worth a shot entering it >.>
Written April 27th, 2006
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What a wonderful poem of childhood memories, good luck in the contest
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Nicely done view of this... the way of switching the end to "i" was a great touch to this poem... all the idea were there... and the way to preceive it was nicely done... for critisism instead of using "We" every time.. you can just take it out... and change the preffix of the next word to have "ing"... other then that.. well done.. keep writing
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Beautiful
damn it, i am inspired by your poem to write something more mature then to drag on and on about depression and stuff...i am ur student from now on..you are a good poet for a masterpiece! Love this poem...i love it so much! -
i think i wasted my years as a kid. i want to go back... great poem, great emotion. i think everyone has felt this, even though as a teen you want to grow up, you are stuck wanting to go back and be a kid again too. great write!
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Good
Very thoughtful poetry. I mean what is it like to be an infant again with wide eyes and learning about the world. -
graet
A true wonderful poem.Yo hommie I love it.one of the best poems i have ever read! -
Such a wonderful thought...and written so gracefully.
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Ah, yes, to be an infant forever would likely be pure bliss. You've done an excellent job of capturing that fact. May we all be givfted with the talent for such expressionism of ideals as you are.
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This is awesome Nephlim, I'm not sure if I'd like to be an infant forever, but nevertheless, it is a great piece, and I wish you the best of luck with it
best wishes as always
xCrimsonxHorizonx
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great
I love it its great. -
This is very beautiful and honest. Very well done, it is something most can relate to, and the only answer i have is that those who have the most oppressive and abusive childhood, can't wait for the day when they become grown and free. Nonetheless, you present a wonderful argument for those who have happy beginnings. I hope that you continue to be your own person and forget about being popular and cool for shallow reasons. Take care and best wishes, as you are a talented writer already.
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hey nephlim,
i like the poem and irally don't know how to describe it in my own words. it's quite intersting, but i don't get the last two lines. could you explain them to me? ( the i, why i part is what i don't get) -
Great
I really like the way this was written and i agree that sometimes it would be nice not to have to worry about all the b.s., but hey, we gotta grow up sometime, eh? good write though. (popular people suck) well , most of them anyway. -
very good
This inspires me. Much along my same feelings. You seem to grow from one stage just to pass on the injustices done to you. And I think to myself. Why procreate to treat others the way you've been treated. Then you reach the top of the food chain to wait to die, as the cycle repeats itself. At least that is what it means to me. -
this is a great poem. you did a great job writing this. i can tell you put your heart onto the paper/screen with this poem. great job.
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OMG, that's such a wonderful poem. It's so true and goes immediatly to the core of a person in the first line, and stays there until the end. I love it, you did a wonderful job.
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