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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Poem About Growing Up
[time] => 2004-05-24 09:22:53
[hometext] => I was listenng to some music last night, and it inspired this whole poem!!!! Comments please!!!!!!
[bodytext] => A Poem about Growing Up I need to do more than bleed Like I used too Like I can do if I really try I need to do more than bleed When it all it takes is a good song For me to strip past the shell and past the sarcasm and past a ***** I can still say what I really mean, I haven’t lost all my innocence My heart still feels I can dance with you inside I dig the Beach Boys, I dig Suzanne Vega I dig people who play acoustic guitar I dig harmonizing, I dig Nirvana I once knew a guy, who was real good with the guitar We made him play Desire Till his fingers bled And his voice was like a blues singer He didn’t even like U2 I guess that’s what they mean when they say kids can be cruel My poems are all about you, You know how I love the waves, You know how I love my girl, You know how I’ve never grown up When it all takes for me for me to get pure Is the same things since I was 16 It’s reading books past midnight, It’s drinking tea till dawn, It’s staying up late to watch Beasties Boys videos, And to feel truly, and to search for Buddha And to have more crushes than anyone, And to have questions that make me pray to whatever is up there That’s all it takes to make me smile That’s all it takes to warm this heart But I want a lover who knows my favorite color I want somebody who likes watching old movies I want somebody who likes ice-cream at midnight Is that person out there? Is that person out there? Is that person still out there? Did she just turn 30? And close the book on Romance Did she just get married? And slam the door on Yesterday I need to do more than bleed Like I used too Like I can do if I really try I need to do more than bleed What is it about life that makes us hollow? The times I have been cruel and seen friends fall away like dust Is it just getting Older, and more cynical inside? That’s a part of it, but not all of it I really do believe I hit the OFF switch somehow I’m turned it back on now I can still say what I really mean, I haven’t lost all my innocence All the years I never believed, In anything ever I just don’t understand What I have been doing sometimes That dark cold night, just seemed so cruel I’d look out over the waves, And they seemed to be sobbing inside Yeah, I was a lonely guy I was driving my car into pavements I was so cold, I was far from the touch of love & out on the edge, the heart shuts down You fly on automatic You learn how to just survive I need to do more than bleed Like I used too Like I can do if I really try I need to do more than bleed I walk alone thru the city, Surrounded by the perfumes Of the beautiful, We all are beautiful in the deepest place inside The denim girls pass thru my world, They take what is left of my heart, They grant me the freedom to breathe, They grant me a measure of peace My poems are all about you You know how I love the waves You know how I love my girl You know how I’ve never grown up And you, you my first love, You were doing cameos In somebody else’s movies Yeah baby, you were out and about Lunching with the enemy, Close, only a phone call away But never close enough for my heart Life is funny when you’re still 16 inside, Life is weird when you don’t turn into a normal person You hit your twenties like James Dean in that death-machine You fall for things like good looks and great hair And the fall is so far, It’s so far You can even lose your soul Even as you wake up inside a dream you bought, Seeing exiles clothed like gods And the prize can be a hollow thing up close A prize can be a hollow thing Yeah, I hung with some bad people People who believed in nothing but the power of a needle or the gun Now, sometimes I can just blame somebody else But no-one was forcing me to hang with them I’m just glad I got away I hit the road one day I left them and never looked back I wish that was true Because the girl I loved Is still back there, Still injecting, still denying, still dying & She was too young for what she saw and what she did She was just like me She was anyone who’s ever played thru the tears She was a soul so beautiful She has all my heart and always will I need to do more than bleed Like I used too Like I can do if I really try I need to do more than bleed My poems are all about you You know how I love the waves You know how I love my girl You know how I’ve never grown up And I have things I might one day say But until then, let this be sung Let the sweet voices carry me out to sea. (David Finn, 2004) [comments] => 4 [counter] => 260 [topic] => 43 [informant] => redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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