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That Little Boy
Contributed by
lilch4ever
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Wednesday, 4th June 2003 @ 05:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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T: torn between two worlds.
H: he hides behind the fear that he'll lose it all.
A: all he has is himself, although he's not quite
sure.
T: the peer pressure of his fellow peers.
L: learning to fit in.
I: into to things he thought he'd never be apart of.
Done things he'd never thought he'd do.
T: that which things that'll cause him trouble.
T: trouble, which he may not escape.
L: little things can turn into big things.
E: earning the title to fit in or being apart of a
disturbed group.
B: born into a world where only violence
existed. Born into a world where he had
nothing. Born into a world where he always
remained alone.
O: on the verge of sabotaging a future
promising.
Y: yearning to understand it all.
*That*
That which things he may never understand.
That which things he may soon regret. That which things that may cause him harm.
That little boy inside is that inner child. That boy who only support was his boyz. That
little boy who had no knowledge of who he was. He had no knowledge of where he could
end up. Quite frankly because he sees it all as just a game. A game in which he could get
killed for.
*Little*
As a little boy he had no love. He had nothing
at all. A straight A student. Peer pessure is where he became lost. The little things are
what started it all. He lived a rough life. Why not continue it all? What did he have for the
future? It was promising but he couldn't see the picture quite right. The little things that
he couldn't see was that he'd made a difference already. Yet with the little things he
may throw it all away.
*Boy*
He was a boy with numerous talents, yet he
was willing to give it all up. And for what? Just to be able to fit it or just to have a chance
of love. Too be cool, to maybe be on top. Although not in a good way. Blinded by his
loneliness and fear. He turned to the streets where he lived. Street life wasn't his
dream but it was his life. From a little boy to a teenager, the streets was his life. It may
continue to be that way. If only he could see.
*That Little Boy*
If only he could let that little boy inside open up his eyes. If he could only understand his
lonely past. If he could just understand it all. If only he could let go of that little boy inside.
He'd be set free.
Written By: Charlene
Written: 2003.
Copyright ©
lilch4ever
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2003-06-04 05:35:00]
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Re: That Little Boy
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 4th June 2003 @ 12:32:58 PM AEST
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This was definitely different from what I am
accustomed to in poetry,but I found myself loving this poetic muse! You write lovely,and your images come alive! I knew many boys like this and you tell their story nicely!!!
Keep up the good work!!! I look forward to more of your work!!!
Angel always!!! Godspeed!!! joni |
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Re: That Little Boy
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by Destiny on
Thursday, 12th June 2003 @ 06:09:11 PM AEST
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wow, this is defenitely a different style then you usually see, great job for originality I loved it.
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Re: That Little Boy
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by Trisha on
Friday, 5th September 2003 @ 12:27:54 AM AEST
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| wow i liked this something different from everyone else |
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