Wednesday, March 13, 2013

when i used to rhyme--and yes, i meant to use home's like that--just listen for the sound

waiting at the corner, where you used to walk me home
waiting for a moment, then going on alone

waiting at the table at the place that we called ours
crowded with friends faces, but now it just seems bare

don't know why i come here, never does no good, keep thinking you'll remember, ya know you really should

and staying home's no better, no i'll only read your letters, letters, filled with yesterday, when ya had so much to say
but it's hard to put behind you, things you really want to keep, things you have no right to hope for, still they're buried much too deep

don't know why i come here, never does no good, keep thinking you'll remember, ya know you really should






written at 16

37 comments:

  1. That's wonderful! How great that you have your writings from when you were a teen. I think I might have a few buried in a box somewhere, but I'm a little afraid to look at them now. :)

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    1. haha i know what you mean dana---i first put this up without the info about when it was written and then i got a little scared and insecure, so i added the fact that i was only 16 when i wrote this ;)

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  2. Memories are echoes from our past that mould us into who we are. They vary considerably, each a component in their own unique combination. We learn empathy when one or more of these components are evident in others. Our brains won't let us shut out completely the bad ones, they are not designed for it. People drive themselves crazy trying.

    These should act as a warning, a life-experience not to be ignored. It should be thought of as such and not as a constant torment. It's gone and won't return if lessons have been learnt and warning heeded.

    Loss is a different animal. Too often we sink into a depression remembering happier times. The deeper the loss felt, the happier those times must have been. They should be welcomed and embraced. A bittersweet tear will always lurk beneath the surface but is usually accompanied by a smile.

    Memories are indeed powerful. Harness that power, when tamed they are loyal allies.

    It is easy to say such a thing but a lot harder to put it into practise. I don't have the formula but the solution is 'Realisation'. Realisation is a paradox because it is unknown what has been realised.

    The strange thing is I imagined this realisation would be at the end of a long slow road with a foreseeable climax. For me it happened in an instant. I can't even point to a sudden life-changing event. Suddenly I just felt I could move on.

    Just keep swimming because you will hit calm waters when you least expect it.

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    1. i know what you mean jp and you always put things so powerfully----i must admit, i can barely relate to this song i wrote, way back then--but it kept coming to me this morning!

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  3. I have a few poems I wrote as a teenager, in fact I read them quite recently. It was strange that I could conjure up the same feelings I had when I wrote them just by reading them. Memories are wonderful.

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    1. oh that's neat susanne, i would love to read yours!!! and yes some of mine can bring back long forgotten memories too :)

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  4. My son is the writer in the family. He doesn't think so, but he has a gift for it.

    Have you started following that dream yet?? I'm trying to take my own advice. lol Steve Jobs and many others say do what you love. I say follow your passion and the rest will fall into place. You can't predict everything that will or won't happen. :) Go for it!

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    1. oh, how cool that your son is a writer, one of my sons is too----yes i think you have it right marie---thanks for the encouragement!

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  5. That's great that you still have a poem you wrote when you were sixteen!

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    1. oh i have a whole notebook of them--my daughter loves to read them---but some of them, i have to admit, i cringe a little at now :)

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  6. First loves are the hardest to get over. This was very well written, and it was even more special that you were only 16 when you wrote it.

    Julie

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    1. it was actually a song---thank you julie :)

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  7. A lovely poem. So you've long been a poet! :)

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    1. haha i guess you could say that! thanks christine :)

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  8. I liked that - it reminded me of some of the poetry I used to write back in the day :)

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  9. I do like your rhyme Lynn. I tend to write more in rhyhme than anything if I were to write poetry :)

    betty

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    1. omgosh--i thought i might have spelled that wrong---some words i get stuck on and i checked spell check but i realize i was looking at the wrong word, but spelled correctly hahaha----i don't tend to do that haha i lean toward free verse--thanks betty ;)

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  10. Such a great expression of teenage angst! Love is so confusing at that age.

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    1. oh yes it is all consuming isn't it ---i kinda almost miss it--thanks susan!

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    1. awwww that 16 yr old girl thanks you sarah ;)

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    1. very young! thanks ms. a---i hope things are better with your son--i am heading over now to see if you have any up-dates :)

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  13. First loves, last loves, ALL lost love is difficult to get over. :)

    Love it.

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    1. that's very true and some you never quite forget :)

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  14. You're so right - some loves you definitely never forget :)

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    1. i know---and some of them, you can't even remember their names---it's all about the connection :)

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  15. No, there are some loves you will never forget. This can be said for long lost friendships too.

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    1. oh i know---they are all missed in their own way aren't they theresa :)

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  16. This takes me back to days gone by in a heartbeat. So poignantly sweet, Lynn.

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  17. even without rhymes, this is beautiful...
    just like past is beautiful

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  18. Looking forward to your next post my friend :)

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    1. haha thanks, i know--i have been mia--:)

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