Reminisce

Reminisce

A Poem by Stephanie
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Another product of creative writing class.

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Remember when you were little?
When all you wanted was to be a grown up?
Not an adult, though. 
Adults are old and boring.
Now look at you, at me.
All grown up and we just want to be small again.
A paradox for all ages.
I know I’d like to go back,
Back to the nineties.
Where I could mess up as much as I wanted,
When Elmer’s glue would fix all my problems.
Now it’s not just ripped paper and misplaced macaroni
If you break or get broken,
It takes a lot more than glue.
I’d like to go back to carefree summers
Burying my feet in the sand,
Playing neighborhood dodge ball in the streets until dusk,
Having my uncle tell me it was ketchup
And not dark red blood that pooled around the scrapes on my knees.
I’d love to return to the world of pretend
Walking along the curb trying not to fall into lava
Or feeling at any moment
That a monster would appear from the fog and snatch me away.
Now that the real world has a hold on me,
The demons from my nightmares don’t seem so far away.
Are you still looking at me and you?
We’ve left childhood behind
Strolled right through the door leading to our future. 
It’s nothing like we imagined, 
Not so dark but still incredibly scary.
A blackbird still flies on through the night
Until it meets the bright new morning.

© 2013 Stephanie


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At times I find myself thinking the exact same thing. Too often, these days. Between the ages of 7 and 12 drop me off right/ in there.... A thoughtful, melancholy even sad, but beautiful piece

Posted 11 Years Ago


Youth is appreciated after it is gone. I like the way you told the story in the poem. Childhood may become like a daydream. But we need to hold on to laughter and pleasure. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


A walk across time this piece takes us right back into the memories of old and into the future of hope and light. Many times I've wondered if I had a time machine, would I actually take the jump back to those good ole times. Sometimes I think I might, other times I tell myself no, knowing that it was those moments that made me who I am today.
I loved the theme of this piece and how it gave an aura of peace and hope.

Fantastic!
Aaron

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on December 11, 2011
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Stephanie
Stephanie

Gilroy, CA



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I'm Stephanie, 27. Still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, even though I have a degree. Getting through some serious writer's block from the past 5+ years. Excited to be back! more..

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