What An Adventure.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just thoughts.

Submitted: January 22, 2010

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Submitted: January 22, 2010



I'm not giving up.

But I am sad to say, that I am quite ready too.

I want to stop.

But, Again, I am far from ready.

I want to change.

But that is much easier said, then acted upon.

I am ready to live, as if I were dying.

But I am afraid when I do so, I am quite reckless.

I am ready to run, As if it was all I was born to do.

If only I could find a nice pair of running shoes to take the hard road.

I am ready to embrace what I love, And stop pushing at the people that I adore all the way through my heart strings and around my soul.

But I am afraid that I connsume myself sometimes, Even against my will.I am so sorry.

I am ready to face my demons.

But I dont wish to face them alone.

But how could a companion ever understand if they were to see ? What would they think of me ?

I want to send those skeletons in my closet out to the trash bins.

But the have been there so long, Sometimes I ponder whether or not I would be right and doing so.

After all, They are but memories, Precious things that I will not waste again.

I am not afraid of the world.

Only of myself.

I am not afraid of you.

Or him.

Only of the influence I place.

I want to leave a mark on this world, A mark of wonderful colours.

A mark that shines.

I want it to run across the Beeton main street, And down the tracks where the train runs.

I want it to fly across the horizon, and kiss the country sun.

I want it to live within every perfect blade of grass.

I want it to play on the yellow lines of the road, and hug every rock and stone.

I want it to touch the sky, To breath it in.

To see The heavens of earth, and smile at them.

But could such a self leave such a mark ?

I wonder.

Even with my doubts I will try,

I wouldn't want this world to forget me as quickly, Now.

If you see a girl coaxing her colours up a mountain, Then you know I am succeding.

And If you see a boat fly to the heavens, Then you know that I am accomplishing.

And If you one day pass a rainbow playing with the yellow line on the road, Then you know that I have been there.

But could someone like me ever do such a thing ?

I will surely try.

And Try, and Try.


What an experiment.

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