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Wild Child

Contributed by WestCPunk on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 05:26:06 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems



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Crazy twists
Breakin fists
Outta sight
Crazy nights
Almost put in jail
Black fingernails
Dreams shattered
Nothing matters
Full of anger
Black eyeliner
Yelling
Screaming
Lost for eternity
Punk rock
Long walks
Studs and spikes
BMX bikes
Trashin cars
Breakin glass jars
Havin fun
Always on the run
Twisted rebel
Born to raise hell
Sometimes it's good to just get out and yell
Actin stupid
Completely jaded
Constant stares
Stupid dares
You only have one life
So why should you live it the right way
You might not be here the next day!




Copyright © WestCPunk ... [ 2004-07-30 17:26:06]
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Re: Wild Child (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 05:30:44 PM AEST
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Good point!


Re: Wild Child (User Rating: 1 )
by Alina on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 06:26:31 PM AEST
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HELL YEAH!!! I HAVE LOTS OF FRIENDS THAT ARE INTO PUNK HARDCORE, AND I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE. THAT POEM DESCRIBED IT ALL PERFECTLY, BESIDES, WHATS THE POINT OF ALWAYS LIVIN BY THE RULES ??? HAVE FUN AND LIVE EACH DAY TO IT'S FULLEST BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN IT'S YOUR LAST !!!


Re: Wild Child (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 07:29:51 PM AEST
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Good point, except, what if you are here for many tomororws? At one point you will have to deal with the repercussion from your actions and that is not always a fun meal deal. Huh???????

Rita


Re: Wild Child (User Rating: 1 )
by Dusty on Friday, 30th July 2004 @ 08:58:48 PM AEST
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I love this write!!! That is a good point. I used to be one of those kids with the black fingernails and dark lipstick, piercings( I still am on friday nights Heh). But I have a co worker who steams at her daughter you cant pierce, you cant Dye hair, you cant wear torn clothes, no no no....why the hell not, if you let her be HERSELF she wouldnt damn rebel so much! I don't get it.


Re: Wild Child (User Rating: 1 )
by Lee on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 09:47:40 PM AEST
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Dr. Surreal Eel y'know Feel's Therapy
Session II:

Setting goals towards self-actualization:

Goal 1: Get the mosquito monkey off my back

Goal 2: Get really fat off eatting lots of tacks

Goal 3: Listen to "Wild Child" by The Doors

"Wild child,
Full of grace,
Savior of the human race..."
-Jim Morrison

I enjoyed the elements of realism in this poem, although it doesn't really reflect my lifestyle. I do know quite a bit about the history of this zany stuff though.

Well done!




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