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Do you remember how we used to dance?
Or stare at the stars like we were in a trance?
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dream life into focus, throw off
the double door; why did I get out of bed?
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Long ago and far away, When fairy tales were reality,
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Cold air, cold ground, cold hands Building two snowmen in the yard
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Build me a tower, Grandpa
Straight up to the sky
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visions of a life in the past, growing up in that simpler time
by Dixie Dawn
20 lines, 6 comments,
on May 11 10:55 PM. In Childhood, Past, Nature, Life, DIXIE, DIXIELAND, TIME TRAVEL, HISTORY, CIVIL
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Staying up late, Having lots of fun.
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When I was a Child And my manners were wild
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I would tiptoe in through the big oak door, my shoes still clip-clopping on the stone floor.
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This is something about how I don't want to grow up because the adult world seems so scary and I'm not sure if I'm ready
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The light green grasses That I often miss
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wings flutter flashes of light
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Dear some one,
I hope some one finds this letter.
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Sweet prevailing childhood dreams,
locked and sustained in memories,
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glass eyed machine
programed to be our boy
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just cause I've drunken too much chocolate milk yea cop you got a job to do sure I've pushed 35 miles in 25 mile zone
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When I was young I played videogames after team flashlight tag
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you will have no idea what the title is on about unless you went to my primary school.
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He sat at the end of my bed At night, i'd cuddle him tight
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Where in the life that I lead do I have time to while away,
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I think I'd like to be like homemade lemonade
The first thing you think of in the summer sun
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Is there nothing more beautiful
than the sparkle in the eyes of a child
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This is a poem I wrote in Filipino. It's title is translated "Stone."
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Daddy, What are you doing? Why'd you rip my pretty dress?
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Momma, momma come quick!
Not now sweetheart, momma’s busy cooking
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keep faith in the higher power
with him any stress you can devour
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Growing up with you was hard to do I was the sponge to soak up your bad days,
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I must have been bad, I must have been terrible,
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I'm glad it's over,
long time gone.
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by Sir Love Coffin
99 lines,
on Feb 24 8:49 PM. In Lyrics, Dark, Adult, Personal, Pain, Sad, Society, Drunk, Childhood, Thoughts
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These dry summer months are growing lonely.
Spring cleaning arises from the dust
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Come lay with me, Beneath the cherry blossom tree,
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When I was just a little girl
My Mother had her hands full
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I just want to dance
with reckless abandon
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I take your big hand
And smile
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Eyes cover sorrow
with pictures
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When I was a child, I would play in the forest,
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where the smoke rolls out of vans
and laying in the grass is a given
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"Don't have kids," he said to me. I wasn't planning on-
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Swampy reflections bring to mind Childhood recollections
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