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Array ( [sid] => 164127 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => FOUR-TWENTY, FRIDAY AFTERNOON... [time] => 2011-01-06 07:58:16 [hometext] => "I''m worse at what I do best, And for this gift I feel blessed, Our little group has always been, And always will until the end..." ~ Nirvana.....IT'S CRAZY HOW A SONG CAN TAKE YOU BACK... [bodytext] => FOUR-TWENTY,
FRIDAY AFTERNOON,
COLD JANUARY DAY,
NOT FAR FROM THE EVENING NEWS,
WE WERE WILD,
WE WERE CRAZY,
BUT THEY HAD A WAY OF BRINGING OUT THE BEST IN ME.
AND WE'D SIT IN THAT BLUE CAVALIER,
NIRVANA BLASTING LOUD AND CLEAR,
"SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT" BLARING FOR US ALL TO HEAR,
YEA, WE WERE REBELS.
AND WE WERE SO GLAD THAT SHE WAS 21,
OR WE'D BEEN A BUNCH OF SOBER KIDS,
JUST LOOKING FOR FUN,
INSTEAD WE'D GO DOWN IN THE WOODS,
AND DRINK A LITTLE TO MUCH,
BUT IT WAS OKAY,
SOMETIMES WE'D GET THAT WAY,
AND WE'D SING,
AND WE'D DANCE,
AT TIMES IT EVEN FELT LIKE WE HAD A SECOND CHANCE,
EVERYTHING JUST SEEMED SO PERFECT,
WE'D SORTA FORGET,
OUR HEARTS WERE BROKEN.
AND I HAD TO LAUGH BECAUSE IT WAS INSANE,
BOTH OF US GIRLS WERE ALWAYS SO PLAIN,
UNTIL THOSE BOYS MOVED DOWN THE ROAD,
AND ALL THOSE NIGHTS WE'D GET REAL STONED.
I ALWAYS SAID HE WAS A LITTLE "UN-NORMAL",
BUT WHEN I'D GET LIKE THAT I WAS FLIRTING,
AND HE ENJOYED IT,
YOU COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE IT.
AND I SWORE UP AND DOWN I HATED HIS SMILE,
BUT HE SWORE UP AND DOWN I WAS IN DENILE,
AND I NEEDED TO ADMIT I LOVED HIM STILL,
BECAUSE WHY WOULD I KISS HIM LIKE THAT,
IF WHAT I FELT WASN'T REAL,
STILL I HAD A PROBLEM,
HE WASN'T ALWAYS AWESOME,
HIS LOVE GOT ON MY NERVES
BECAUSE WE'D BEEN THERE ONCE,
AND WE BOTH ENDED UP HURT.
WE TRIED SO HARD TO PUT OUR WORRIES BEHIND US,
WE'D RUN OFF WHERE NO ONE COULD FIND US,
SO SICK OF BEING KIDS,
GETTING PUNISHED FOR OUR SINS,
NEVER LEARNING,
DOING IT OVER AGAIN,
I NEVER MEANT TO HURT ANYONE,
WE WERE JUST BETTER OFF BEING "FRIENDS".
NOW THOSE DAYS ARE LONG GONE,
BUT ALL THESE YEARS LATER WHEN I HEAR THAT SONG,
I'M THERE AGAIN,
SURROUNDED BY THEIR GRINS,
IF ONLY I HADN'T LET MY BEST FRIENDS GO...

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FOUR-TWENTY, FRIDAY AFTERNOON...

Contributed by pinkunicornoctober on Thursday, 6th January 2011 @ 07:58:16 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

FOUR-TWENTY,
FRIDAY AFTERNOON,
COLD JANUARY DAY,
NOT FAR FROM THE EVENING NEWS,
WE WERE WILD,
WE WERE CRAZY,
BUT THEY HAD A WAY OF BRINGING OUT THE BEST IN ME.
AND WE'D SIT IN THAT BLUE CAVALIER,
NIRVANA BLASTING LOUD AND CLEAR,
"SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT" BLARING FOR US ALL TO HEAR,
YEA, WE WERE REBELS.
AND WE WERE SO GLAD THAT SHE WAS 21,
OR WE'D BEEN A BUNCH OF SOBER KIDS,
JUST LOOKING FOR FUN,
INSTEAD WE'D GO DOWN IN THE WOODS,
AND DRINK A LITTLE TO MUCH,
BUT IT WAS OKAY,
SOMETIMES WE'D GET THAT WAY,
AND WE'D SING,
AND WE'D DANCE,
AT TIMES IT EVEN FELT LIKE WE HAD A SECOND CHANCE,
EVERYTHING JUST SEEMED SO PERFECT,
WE'D SORTA FORGET,
OUR HEARTS WERE BROKEN.
AND I HAD TO LAUGH BECAUSE IT WAS INSANE,
BOTH OF US GIRLS WERE ALWAYS SO PLAIN,
UNTIL THOSE BOYS MOVED DOWN THE ROAD,
AND ALL THOSE NIGHTS WE'D GET REAL STONED.
I ALWAYS SAID HE WAS A LITTLE "UN-NORMAL",
BUT WHEN I'D GET LIKE THAT I WAS FLIRTING,
AND HE ENJOYED IT,
YOU COULDN'T HELP BUT NOTICE IT.
AND I SWORE UP AND DOWN I HATED HIS SMILE,
BUT HE SWORE UP AND DOWN I WAS IN DENILE,
AND I NEEDED TO ADMIT I LOVED HIM STILL,
BECAUSE WHY WOULD I KISS HIM LIKE THAT,
IF WHAT I FELT WASN'T REAL,
STILL I HAD A PROBLEM,
HE WASN'T ALWAYS AWESOME,
HIS LOVE GOT ON MY NERVES
BECAUSE WE'D BEEN THERE ONCE,
AND WE BOTH ENDED UP HURT.
WE TRIED SO HARD TO PUT OUR WORRIES BEHIND US,
WE'D RUN OFF WHERE NO ONE COULD FIND US,
SO SICK OF BEING KIDS,
GETTING PUNISHED FOR OUR SINS,
NEVER LEARNING,
DOING IT OVER AGAIN,
I NEVER MEANT TO HURT ANYONE,
WE WERE JUST BETTER OFF BEING "FRIENDS".
NOW THOSE DAYS ARE LONG GONE,
BUT ALL THESE YEARS LATER WHEN I HEAR THAT SONG,
I'M THERE AGAIN,
SURROUNDED BY THEIR GRINS,
IF ONLY I HADN'T LET MY BEST FRIENDS GO...

Copyright © pinkunicornoctober ... [ 2011-01-06 07:58:16]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: FOUR-TWENTY, FRIDAY AFTERNOON... (User Rating: 1 )
by williamdye on Thursday, 6th January 2011 @ 08:38:38 AM AEST
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I like how this flows like a story. Good Job. You should look into writing a book.

Re: FOUR-TWENTY, FRIDAY AFTERNOON... (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 6th January 2011 @ 11:28:01 AM AEST
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I really like this write. It reminds me of when My kids were growing up. If they drank or smoked they didn't have to hide from me. I figured that If they brought their friends home. I knew where they were at and what they were doing and who they were doing it with.. It worked for us cause I was a single mom.
to this day they know they can tell mom any thing and they still do.
We all make mistakes but I'm so proud of my three.
Enjoy your time here. It's my poetry home.
blessings, smiles,
emy

Re: FOUR-TWENTY, FRIDAY AFTERNOON... (User Rating: 1 )
by chrisdavid on Friday, 7th January 2011 @ 12:55:01 AM AEST
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A fabulous piece! So much detail and honesty. I agree how a certain song can bring back memories of your past. Great stuff, keep it up!
Take care, Chris.

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