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About life #2


I know that my mother and my father are the two;
that made me.

I came into their world
without knowing it

So, steps as a kid just to be one;

I know that my steps were taken with a will to stand up
not to crawl any more,
not to miss a beat

to stand up was the greatest thing, the must
so I stood up

Then I met my teacher in the first grade
I knew she had to get something from me
so I obey;
write lines inside of a blank sheet,
write and show a house, a mountain, a form of sorrow,
the greatness of life
so now I am important in her world
getting the colors right in the frame of the page;

Now I'm somewhere

My father is not picking me up from those teacher-meetings I had in school any longer,

now, my steps are that guide: from A to Z,

One kid liked me as much as I liked him
and we thought about the teacher as a bad thing, a monster!
letting us out to play sometimes
then suddenly,
on our ass, in a chair

So I always got myself
standing in the corner
of misbehavior

Letting all of my steam out from my desk;
as a kid

then so the teacher called mom and dad,
to tell them;

about my adventures ...

I had been called trouble for about 3 years
I had picked the apples from that tree

and had enjoyed every minute of it:

eating a stolen apple was my bad behavior













Short story by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-10-10 at 23:28

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I was always in trouble at school - never helped that I had the perfect sister - took me to adulthood to realise, I was quite normal really and that based on how she behaved I seemed like trouble, I wasn't, I was just growing up as a child should - funny you brought memories back to me with this poem :-) How our early lives can place a mark on us

Elle x
2014-10-12



I am enjoying reading your autobiographical poetry written in your own very unique style, that touches and moves us, the readers, in a very special way. To remember those miscreant moments of early childhood that were so dear to us at the time.
This line feels particularly strong and metaphorical to me:
"I know that my steps were taken with a will to stand up
not to crawl any more,
not to miss a beat ..."
I like it.
2014-10-11



We younger I felt that if those apples can dangle there so red and luscious and tempting, then they must be ready to pick. It was only when I became an adult that some apples just just be allowed to ripen and fall. Nice continuation of your poetic autobiography.
2014-10-11