Back when I 'knew it all' my parents never fought and they loved each other...now they don't speak.
Back when I 'knew it all' the only things that mattered were my tree fort and baseball cards...now figuring out how to survive daily is my main concern.
Back when I 'knew it all' I thought I would be happy to live with my dad forever...now we don't speak.
Back when I 'knew it all' I didn't think much of my dad spending each night at the bar...now I am angry with him for robbing me of my childhood.
Back when I 'knew it all' I was 5, 7, 9, 11...now I am 25 and realize I have never really known it all...I just thought I did. I thought how I saw the world was the way it was...but now I know I was seeing it through rose colored glasses. Now I know I have never really known it all nor will I because he who claims he knows it all, knows nothing at all.
Author notes
Prompt-Back when I knew it all
I guess this really isn't a poem...more of just a 'spewing' of thoughts and feelings that this prompt inspired. I probably could have said more but it would have been dark and too serious...not a good place to go.
A contest entry
- what i did when the power was out by Randomly Beautiful.
300 points, ended June 23, 2008, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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welcome to all poetry
Hi Jillybean128
When we are younger we feel like nothing can hurt us
as we get older scars from our childhood build up and sometimes we just have to let it out i learned a long time ago to let it go otherwise it will eat you alive This is excellent i think you should keep writing,it is a great way to let your feelings out
Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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Oh your dad preferred the bottle to his children as well??? My dad left his family when I was just young so he didn't really ruin my childhood he just wasn't there to share it with me. Sadly he died last October... I spent my whole life estranged from him...up until he was dying and then I flew back just to say it was alright and good-bye. I will never forget the look on his face as I walked through that hospital door holding his grand-daughter he had thought to never meet. My one and only real memory of him......Well done on this prose and congrats on the trophy!!
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yes. no one knows it all.
are you interested in philosophy, by the way? epistemology is the branch of philosophy that talks about knowledge and how we can know things, and although a lot of what past philosophers have said of it is wholly impractical for the day-to-day experience of reality, some of it is pretty interesting. i know what you mean about thinking you know things, and then what you think about things changes so much.
bob dylan has a great quote about that, from his song 'tangled up in blue': "we're always the same, we just see it from a different point of view." i think, at core, our approach to life is similar. our beliefs change, our ideas change, the way we think becomes more sophisticated, and our feelings take on layers they never did when we are children; but even though i have grown up, i feel so firmly that the eyes i see through are the same- figuratively, as well as the obvious literal meaning!- that the core of my identity is as it has always been, though the way i express it, and see the world, has changed and progressed.
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