 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 10-June 20:44:39 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 137387
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Story Thus Far
[time] => 2007-09-19 11:16:44
[hometext] => An excercise for one of my writing classes. The title's self-explanatory.
[bodytext] => There are so many people walking these lands Drifting from place to place, shore to shore It's easy to lose yourself in the masses Keeping to the shadows of society Yet with such diversities of thought and feeling How can I not draw myself apart from the rest? I know myself better than anyone else But still I know so little... A small town upbringing does wonders Staying grounded instead of being swept along In the sea of sports stadiums and skyscrapers Everyone my age was known to me; they were real It was nice being part of a happy, Maritime family I was never in want of a thing Except the excesses and vices of childhood That a boy can't help but long for Days became months, slowly stretching to years And the time came for a change of scenery The end of the road was all I could look forward to Pressed snugly against the hard plastic and metal of a car door A trek of two provinces, made with the best of intentions To try and improve on a life that didn't need much to begin with It's funny how nothing works out the way you think it should The best of intentions can lead to the direst damage Still, in a sense my life didn't truly begin until that move Mainly with the discovery of the Internet After sifting through the crap and drudgery To find people and ideas of merit and competence It was through this new technological medium That I met my best friend And closest thing I've got to a brother My own siblings notwithstanding With the advent of secondary school Came the stark realization That the happy family portrait I'd grown accustomed to Became a bleak sketch, devoid of most color My parents divorced, due to a sickness in my father That he couldn't understand and his wife wouldn't handle The process drew long and bitter And overshadowed my high school career Uncertainty plagued my thoughts of the future Leading me to take a year away from education To gather my thoughts and resources And redouble my efforts on a concrete goal 'Twas during that period of self-discovery That I found myself happier than I'd been in some time Having met a girl whom I love very dearly And whose happiness means more to me than anything else Which leads to the here and now Where my mind and my words Will lead me along the path Of the journey to come [comments] => 0 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 51 [informant] => MrWrite [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com