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Regrets Maybe
Contributed by
conoraindog
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Thursday, 29th September 2011 @ 01:46:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Long gone wild-eyed innocence,
Replaced with cynical common sense
What was a diamond is a rhinestone
A dream a millstone
Around my neck as i decline
Into a world that once could be mine
Copyright ©
conoraindog
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2011-09-29 13:46:09]
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Re: Regrets Maybe
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by MissTeenSuicide on
Friday, 30th September 2011 @ 03:44:57 AM AEST
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Dude I totally know the feeling, but you can't just give up.
I'm still struggling to do what I want to while my parents try to crush my dreams and force me into a direction I don't want to go.
Stick it to the man and show 'em what you're made of!
Don't get depressed/cynical, get angry!
Passion is the fuel that will help you achieve your success.
Anywho, on to the actual poem:
Besides for a few spelling/vocab mistakes I really like it!
The fact that its short as well adds to the emotion and the point of the poem.
Well done dude :)
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Re: Regrets Maybe
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by FlintHunter on
Friday, 30th September 2011 @ 06:47:55 AM AEST
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In the striking poem, 'Regrets Maybe,' an unusual and optimistic foundation is implicit in the acute 'Maybe' in the title. Yes. Who achieves their boyhood dreams? But -- as someone far from his boyhood, I can glibly say that sometimes our being -- in the later years -- is better than if we had indeed attained our dreams -- or what we thought to be our dreams. Here and Now are far more secure -- and often brighter -- than the dreamy dreams of what is now Past. I know of what I speak. Thus. Believe. Me. Sir.
--FlintHunter
Contributed by conoraindog on Thursday, September 29 2011 @ 13:46:09 AEST
Topic: Life Poetry
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