Excuse?
Well it’s quite simple.
Its not complicated.
I swear it, just you try it.
Hold it high, high in the air.
I’m not lying…
I swear.
It’s your soul up there
Floating like a “happened balloon”
Mom I swear
I didn’t see it coming.
What do you mean why?
Well it’s quite simple
It’s not at all complicated
Mom, Dad, I swear it.
Just you try it, and maybe…
Well, hold it high, high in the air.
Mom I did it, because my soul needed more
Than clarification.
My soul
Needed to feel my heart.
And my heart
Needed to ignore my mind.
Now don’t worry about my soul
I did it because of it.
What’s my excuse?
I learn from example.
So next time you have a drink
Next time you see two of me
Next time… you can’t remember that night.
No, it’s not your fault.
It’s mine.
So don’t worry about my soul.
My soul is shy
It needs warmth to dance.
And I danced that night.
Mommy? My excuse is,
My soul grew from girl to woman.
And nostalgic stars,
falsely romanticized the spring air.
An excuse rang in the night
To which my soul took
Careless flight.
Author notes
Well, I started thinking about my excuses, and the only moment I would invent one would be for that night. But, I've changed.
A contest entry
- Excuses, Excuses, Excuses, WHATCHA GOT SOBER OR OTHERWISE by Disturbed Prodigy.
7000 points, ended December 5, 2008, 11 entries
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i have never got caught in this, but i think this is good, clever and creative, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Great job Mila. I always enjoy your work. I always told my kids that excuses were not important and most mistakes are not that bad. They happen. The important thing is did you learn anything? Take that lesson and build on it.
Mike
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Yep I learned a lot lol, actually that is good advice though I do warn you it takes some time before the message sinks in. But all I can say is that it has sunk. Thank you so much Mike!
Mila
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i hear ya on this!
the first night i came home a little tipsy from a high
school party...i went to open the door...
and my mom swung it open so hard I landed face down
on the kitchen floor......
"hi ..ma...didn't expect ya there"
oh...could have used your metaphor that night!
ears/Seattle
great write and clever brush strokes in your delightful
poem.
thankyou for your entry!
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Hehe =)
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. Yeah most parents forget they where young once.
by the way thanks for the prompt.
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