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Hello Viewers! I thank you for visiting my page. I hope you will find it interesting. As for about me and in case you have not noticed, I write poems. Before, I used to think that poems had to rhyme or have a certain rhyme scheme, but I was wrong. Not all of the poems that you find on this page will be rhyming. They're just basically free writing. I write like how I talk. I just say it. These poems either describe something in my life or in the life of someone close to me. It's not accurate, but it describes how they feel. I hope that you feel the same way and they have helped you in some way. Please don't plaigerize any of my work for it is something I do when I have a new feeling. I would also like to say that the pictures are not mines. So I have no credit or copyright over them.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

When I Was Young (Poem #35)

When I was young, I used to think
That this world had some kind of link
To a different world beyond
All of the seas and lakes and pond

When I was young, I wanted to know
How the rivers tend to flow
And where it ended at the end
Once it goes through all the bends


When I was young, I didn’t believe
Everything that I had seen
With my eyes due to the awe
And why everything would always fall


When I was young, I really liked
To climb and jump and swim and hike
Through the forest and pretend
That all the happiness never ends


When I was young, I never knew
The difference between old and new
I always thought life never dies
That no one ever has to cry

When I was young, I believed
That I had to have strength within me
In order to survive this horrid world
Whether you’re a boy or girl


When I was young, I had known
Not everything is how it’s shown
That there are good things, there are bad
And regretful things are in the past


When I was young, what I wanted the most
Was to sail the ocean from coast to coast
And meet new people and see new places
To live my life without the traces


Of tears or pain or sadness or fear
But I know now that I’m just a mere
Mortal in this small, cruel life
I knew that I didn’t really like


When I think back to my young age
Those were the only special days
When I would smile and be happy
While I dreamed up my fantasy


But I know now that that’s the past
I treasure the moments as they last
But those days are through and done
Those special days when I was young

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