Where are the Days?

Join Date: 2010-11-13
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#155737559Wednesday, February 11, 2015 2:50 AM GMT

Where are the days that we could laugh and play? When you could be polite, and you wouldn't be stupid Where did these days go? What happened to those days, where you could go play outside, and say whatever you pleased without worrying about other's opinions? Are those days gone? And where did they go? And why did they, I ask, leave? Are they gone forever, along with our child hood? Or can we bring them back? Because if we can, I say, we should.

rockmax2112alt

Join Date: 2012-09-22
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#155737648Wednesday, February 11, 2015 2:52 AM GMT

...Huh?

megakidmata

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#155737862Wednesday, February 11, 2015 2:54 AM GMT

A crappy attempt at poetry. Yes. I know it's terrible. It's about how much I miss being able to think without fear.

PurringThunder

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#155738126Wednesday, February 11, 2015 2:58 AM GMT

this reminded me of a song I made that I used to sing and cry to as I pulled an empty wagon down the sidewalk ah, those were the days

birm123

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#155738529Wednesday, February 11, 2015 3:04 AM GMT

OH MY GOD THIS MADE ME HATE MYSELF EVEN MORE

SIacktivist

Join Date: 2014-02-15
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#155740256Wednesday, February 11, 2015 3:28 AM GMT

It burns the eyes, but it's still better than whatever I could do. I do not know what poetry means.

SenseiOnion

Join Date: 2014-07-13
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#155740515Wednesday, February 11, 2015 3:31 AM GMT

i can do poerty: Eat, eat, forever eat. For the stomach and hunger is never full. Eat the forbidden fruit which shall not be spoken Run, run, forever run. For the fatigue is never gone Run to the forbidden land which shall not be tread upon. Oh, forever walk the forbidden fruit. Oh how I long for the taste. Oh, forever run across the forbidden land. Oh how I long for the grass. We are animals, yet we are not, the forbidden fruit is only meat, not sweet, but juicy. Man. We are monsters, yet we are not, the forbidden land is only a wasteland, not soft, but hard. The end.