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Mega Old.
Tree - Summer 2001
Children play and birds chirp
In a place where my thoughts lurked
A playground stands
Where I used to sit
With my head against my hands
A small tree there was like no other
It stood away from all the others
This for me was once a shelter
Now it’s gone my feelings fade
It hurts to see this playground built
On all my crying and times of guilt
On top of all my thoughts and dreams
On those feelings I left with the tree
Now in the end it doesn't matter
And I'll get over it in the latter
But I leave you with something you should know
Be careful where you let your heart go
Don’t store your feelings all in one place
I did... they left.... and they’re hard to retrace
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Yeah, even now it still needs work, but this one from the beginning I never felt was written for other reasons than expressing who I am or what my thoughts are. The ones that are written to try and portray something I'm not or try capture something that isn't there I get so mad at when I see. In all truth, I'll see a line sometimes that strikes me wrong and I'll change it to better the piece, but when I see a whole poem of mine where I realize I've bullshited myself and anyone who has read it, I cringe. Some things aren't salvagable, but I still hold on to them as a reminder of how writing something now with poor intentions will make me feel in the future looking back.
It seriously makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about all of them. I need to lie down. I pulled another night at Denny's staying there til 6am... again.
Got the terioddesy in a few hours now.
Fin.
Tree - Summer 2001
Children play and birds chirp
In a place where my thoughts lurked
A playground stands
Where I used to sit
With my head against my hands
A small tree there was like no other
It stood away from all the others
This for me was once a shelter
Now it’s gone my feelings fade
It hurts to see this playground built
On all my crying and times of guilt
On top of all my thoughts and dreams
On those feelings I left with the tree
Now in the end it doesn't matter
And I'll get over it in the latter
But I leave you with something you should know
Be careful where you let your heart go
Don’t store your feelings all in one place
I did... they left.... and they’re hard to retrace
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Yeah, even now it still needs work, but this one from the beginning I never felt was written for other reasons than expressing who I am or what my thoughts are. The ones that are written to try and portray something I'm not or try capture something that isn't there I get so mad at when I see. In all truth, I'll see a line sometimes that strikes me wrong and I'll change it to better the piece, but when I see a whole poem of mine where I realize I've bullshited myself and anyone who has read it, I cringe. Some things aren't salvagable, but I still hold on to them as a reminder of how writing something now with poor intentions will make me feel in the future looking back.
It seriously makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about all of them. I need to lie down. I pulled another night at Denny's staying there til 6am... again.
Got the terioddesy in a few hours now.
Fin.