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A Poem About Growing Up
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redlantern2051
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Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 09:22:53 AM in AEST
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A Poem about Growing Up
I need to do more than bleed
Like I used too
Like I can do if I really try
I need to do more than bleed
When it all it takes is a good song
For me to strip past the shell and past the sarcasm and past a *****
I can still say what I really mean,
I haven’t lost all my innocence
My heart still feels
I can dance with you inside
I dig the Beach Boys, I dig Suzanne Vega
I dig people who play acoustic guitar
I dig harmonizing, I dig Nirvana
I once knew a guy, who was real good with the guitar
We made him play Desire
Till his fingers bled
And his voice was like a blues singer
He didn’t even like U2
I guess that’s what they mean when they say kids can be cruel
My poems are all about you,
You know how I love the waves,
You know how I love my girl,
You know how I’ve never grown up
When it all takes for me for me to get pure
Is the same things since I was 16
It’s reading books past midnight,
It’s drinking tea till dawn,
It’s staying up late to watch Beasties Boys videos,
And to feel truly, and to search for Buddha
And to have more crushes than anyone,
And to have questions that make me pray to whatever is up there
That’s all it takes to make me smile
That’s all it takes to warm this heart
But I want a lover who knows my favorite color
I want somebody who likes watching old movies
I want somebody who likes ice-cream at midnight
Is that person out there?
Is that person out there?
Is that person still out there?
Did she just turn 30?
And close the book on Romance
Did she just get married?
And slam the door on Yesterday
I need to do more than bleed
Like I used too
Like I can do if I really try
I need to do more than bleed
What is it about life that makes us hollow?
The times I have been cruel and seen friends fall away like dust
Is it just getting Older, and more cynical inside?
That’s a part of it, but not all of it
I really do believe I hit the OFF switch somehow
I’m turned it back on now
I can still say what I really mean,
I haven’t lost all my innocence
All the years I never believed,
In anything ever
I just don’t understand
What I have been doing sometimes
That dark cold night, just seemed so cruel
I’d look out over the waves,
And they seemed to be sobbing inside
Yeah, I was a lonely guy
I was driving my car into pavements
I was so cold,
I was far from the touch of love
& out on the edge, the heart shuts down
You fly on automatic
You learn how to just survive
I need to do more than bleed
Like I used too
Like I can do if I really try
I need to do more than bleed
I walk alone thru the city,
Surrounded by the perfumes
Of the beautiful,
We all are beautiful in the deepest place inside
The denim girls pass thru my world,
They take what is left of my heart,
They grant me the freedom to breathe,
They grant me a measure of peace
My poems are all about you
You know how I love the waves
You know how I love my girl
You know how I’ve never grown up
And you, you my first love,
You were doing cameos
In somebody else’s movies
Yeah baby, you were out and about
Lunching with the enemy,
Close, only a phone call away
But never close enough for my heart
Life is funny when you’re still 16 inside,
Life is weird when you don’t turn into a normal person
You hit your twenties like James Dean in that death-machine
You fall for things like good looks and great hair
And the fall is so far,
It’s so far
You can even lose your soul
Even as you wake up inside a dream you bought,
Seeing exiles clothed like gods
And the prize can be a hollow thing up close
A prize can be a hollow thing
Yeah, I hung with some bad people
People who believed in nothing but the power of a needle or the gun
Now, sometimes I can just blame somebody else
But no-one was forcing me to hang with them
I’m just glad I got away
I hit the road one day
I left them and never looked back
I wish that was true
Because the girl I loved
Is still back there,
Still injecting, still denying, still dying
& She was too young for what she saw and what she did
She was just like me
She was anyone who’s ever played thru the tears
She was a soul so beautiful
She has all my heart and always will
I need to do more than bleed
Like I used too
Like I can do if I really try
I need to do more than bleed
My poems are all about you
You know how I love the waves
You know how I love my girl
You know how I’ve never grown up
And I have things I might one day say
But until then, let this be sung
Let the sweet voices carry me out to sea.
(David Finn, 2004)
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Re: A Poem About Growing Up
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by reprobate on
Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 11:49:40 AM AEST
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a very interesting(albeit lengthy) write. you've got a lot of good things in there, you might want to consider tightening them up a little. with that bit work done, you'll have a truly excellent piece. it is good.
thanks for sharing |
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Re: A Poem About Growing Up
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by brigitte7735 on
Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 02:55:53 PM AEST
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I thought it was cool, has a rushed feel like when you just open your mind and write down whatever you think of, I think itd make a really nice song itself.
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Re: A Poem About Growing Up
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by Redlantern2051 on
Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 07:37:45 AM AEST
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| Thanks for the comments guys+++++++ |
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Re: A Poem About Growing Up
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by blackholesun on
Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 10:03:09 AM AEST
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| i liked it,the way that you write reminds me of someone ,the guy from blow!george!you are a hippie too huh?thats a good poem,i think it is cool that you like nirvana too,groovy! |
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