This poem is about a regular 17 year old guy that sits on a bench in the park and thinks about his life.
mental pictures of things that has been,
suddenly your mind is overrunned by things,
you don't quite understand the feeling you get,
it's so emotional,
you sit there on the park bench and look through them all,
When you were little you were a crybaby,
screaming and crying over anything,
biting everyone,
You now remember your days as a 6 year old,
playing in the school yard,
going to bed earlier then you liked,
and all the times falling on your first bike,
all the scratches and wounds,
Yet again you skip a few years,
10 years old and the kid who gets most picked on,
always sitting in the dark corner on your own,
feeling so left out and alone,
not tough enough to stand up for yourself,
Now you are 13 years old and more confident,
you finally dare to talk to girls,
the people in your class now talks to you and have accepted you,
17 years old finally,
many friends gained but also friends lost,
been together with a girl,
but it ended badly,
more mature and sophisticated,
Now you can't skip more years,
your future now awaits you.
Poetry by Alexander
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Written on 2006-01-16 at 21:28
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The bench in the park
Flashbacks of the past,mental pictures of things that has been,
suddenly your mind is overrunned by things,
you don't quite understand the feeling you get,
it's so emotional,
you sit there on the park bench and look through them all,
When you were little you were a crybaby,
screaming and crying over anything,
biting everyone,
You now remember your days as a 6 year old,
playing in the school yard,
going to bed earlier then you liked,
and all the times falling on your first bike,
all the scratches and wounds,
Yet again you skip a few years,
10 years old and the kid who gets most picked on,
always sitting in the dark corner on your own,
feeling so left out and alone,
not tough enough to stand up for yourself,
Now you are 13 years old and more confident,
you finally dare to talk to girls,
the people in your class now talks to you and have accepted you,
17 years old finally,
many friends gained but also friends lost,
been together with a girl,
but it ended badly,
more mature and sophisticated,
Now you can't skip more years,
your future now awaits you.
Poetry by Alexander
Read 555 times
Written on 2006-01-16 at 21:28
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