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| brownsugar (profile) wrote, on 6-5-2004 at 7:49pm | |
| Music: the typing of the keyboard Subject: studying my ass off for 7 hours in b&n |
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| i was studying for english and i was looking through my notes, and i saw this poem. I remember when mr.devito handed it to us, i didn't look at it twice, i was like "its a stupid school poem, not interesting". but now as i read it, it just makes me cry reading it. and it makes me think of my own life, and i seriously think its the truest thing in the world. because as u mature u got through this phase when u feel alienated, and i felt like that so much at this point a month or two ago. and it was liek i was sitting there and watching the world move around me. its crazy how things go and how you can find the weirdest things relate to u. On Turning Ten The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache or the headaches I get from reading in bad light-- a kind of measles of the spirit, a mumps of the psyche, a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul. You tell me it is too early to be looking back, but that is because you have forgotten the perfect simplicity of being one and the beautiful complexity introduced by two. But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit. At four I was an Arabian wizard. I could make myself invisible by drinking a glass of milk a certain way. At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince. But now I am mostly at the window watching the late afternoon light. Back then it never fell so solemnly against the side of my tree house, and my bicycle never leaned against the garage as it does today, all the dark blue speed drained out of it. This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself, as I walk through the universe in my sneakers. It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends, time to turn the first big number. It seems only yesterday I used to believe there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me I could shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. --Billy Collins |
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HollishDanishM | 06-05-04 10:57pm Hey, just wanted to say that I agree with both your entries tonight (and I liked that you mentioned my name, mwaha).
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