there i was,
a fourteen year old with a cause.
i was armed to the core with nothing at all,
i was nothing at all
but a skeleton
of others'
words.
and at sixteen,
i seemed to further fill the role
of being anybody and everybody
who ever held a voice,
a thorn
and had ways
to stretch a song
into a day.
we'd walk the tracks
and laugh; we'd laugh at the world
that didn't know us
and the ones who told us
that we were clever
kids
with awful hair,
in a generation that didn't care
for anything
but love.
i was sixteen
then, but am eighteen now
still carrying the lag time
of who i once was,
and what i
had done.
i'm finding who
is coming up--
the child in my eyes,
behind these tortured
years.
Author notes
one of three tonight.
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i was nothing at all
but a skeleton
of others'
words.
I loved the flow and rythm
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i was armed to the core with nothing at all
i think we all feel like that much, much to often...
fan-damn-tabulous i like it a lot
ps: thanks for reading (and responding to)my poetry
love,
viatmin
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huzzah
aw. justy wusty.
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I love the such words you put into this poem.im thinking this is one of the by far very best poems ive ever read!i hope you make the rest of your poems as good as this one!
sincerely,
sweetdancer (yasmine) -
You know from the writes I gather you are trying to come to terms with growing up. That point where we know we alone can be accountable for our actions. It's a hard place to be. There are things we know on a low level for years...and then bam that level raises greater than we ever knew it could. In my prayer sweetheart...
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Fantastic.
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I love this; the skeleton of others words, the song that was stretched into a day, the clever kids with awful hair, all of it. Great poem, my favorite of the three, I think.
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I think you have an amazing talent. Pen on!
Joe
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This is different than your normal, there is something quite vulnerable in these words.
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all three came out differently. from a different era, i guess.
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