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I have an empty bottle, that I chugged at midnight, two dimes, and some scraps of poetic phrases. I know poetry wouldn't sell on the streets, but I'm not homeless.

In a few months I will leave my family, all I've known really, and I'll go back. Back home. I never thought home would be five minutes from Wal-Mart, and half a block from everything else. But it is. And I'll go back, I'll grow smarter, grow up, grow used to what I have, what I don't have.

I may as well settle in-between, because I can't forgive either end, either home. I wonder where I will end up, I'm so not ready to grow up....




just rambles on and on and ons...

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  • deadcolor dreams
    March 20, 2007

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    This makes me feel sad to read it. Stop being sad damnit! I'm drinking up all your sadness by reading your poems, which really is sucking for me, it looks like. lol

  • Whispered Devotions
    March 7, 2007

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    Hits you hard doesn't it hun? *sighs* yeh this one grasps ahold of me like no toher. My growing up hit me blind sided and still hasnt let go yet.

  • ronnica
    March 7, 2007

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    "Grow up" you will, ready or not, and there will be wonderful things to see and do, but only if you learn to forgive and want happiness badly enough, Your verse
    is mature, well phrased.


  • tomisb
    February 26, 2007

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    the morning brings its own light. Each day you are alive shall provide you with opportunities. Somedays you hate opporunity. There is comfort in the same old shirt and the same old shoes. Mama, why does baby have to choose.
    Daddy dropped by and he said why, "Cause you hate it when freedom is what you have to lose."

    Stay in touch. Friends are the best part of every day.

    Love, Tom B.


  • Rowan gold member
    February 25, 2007

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    This is good; the uncertainity, the pain of growing up. I'm 41, and still not ready to grow up..lol..you have lots of time.

    Excellent write.
    I loved the first stanza.


    • SurelyWritten
      February 26, 2007
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      Lol- I turn 18 in four months and I'm freaking out.. Aren't most kids happy about that? Its nice to know that I have a couple more decades to go though.
  • FindingFate
    February 25, 2007
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    Love you dollface.


  • inkstaind
    February 24, 2007

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    babe, I love you, the idea of all this must be so scary.. but I know you're going to be great. I love you so much, and I really am amazed by how much you've grown up. and what a gorgeous women you are. <33

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