[isidra]

Run free! Play with your pals!
Why do the old people tell us,
That we will fall when we climb the ladder of the slide?
Not to go near sharp objects,
"It'll poke your eye out!"
Even when it is just a pencil.

Adults, adults, them and their doubts,
Ask us to believe in ourselves,
When they themselves don't in us,
As a child I would jump the highest to reach my dreams,
I used to say, I wanted to touch the sky,
Then mother will follow along and whacked my hand,
Which is more painful than allowing reality hurt me.

One day, I spotted a pretty rose,
Thought I'd pluck it to give to a friend,
I realized how sharp the thorns were,
But went for it anyway,
No matter how deep it cut my fingers,
How much blood escaped my flesh,
It was worth it.
Thus, I had my rose,
And was very pleased with it.

Another day came, another day went,
I was doing my homework,
i had piles of it then,
And I got scraped by the edge of a paper,
Paper cuts, you never see them coming.
But if we were to take precautions on everything,
We might as well lock ourselves up in an asylum where its empty and white.
Colors make you go blind!
The television is an enemy to mankind!
Smiling gives you wrinkles!

What is safe in this world?
I would rather live in the factual reality than in trepidation,
So little children of today,
Be good young ones and listen to your mommy,
All is evil, None is safe,
Everything will slowly peel your cornea and munch your eyes,
Pull your hair out and grip your scalp!
So do not worry, all is calm,
Don't be naughty!

Haha I like this one. No ones ones to live in a cotton wool world where we're put off doing what we have fun doing. Great writing, you've expressed some thoughts I've always had myself. Nicely done.

[angel]

excellent stuff mate. a very enjoyable read

[isidra]

Hahahahh, thanks! I would prefer the term cotton candy to cotton wool. I dont want it all to be white again (despite the fact its my favorite colour) :p

[SeaN]

isidra this poem is really cool! I think so many young people feel this way, but few have the means and talent to say what's on their mind the way you have.

Even when it is just a pencil.

I thought that line was hilarious!



Very nice work man- keep writing!

I like the fact that this poem seemed to weave in and out of an adult speaking to a child speaking. "Munch my eyes" and "me falling myself" were statements I felt would come from a child. Nice.

[angel]

this is an excellent piece

[DanHill]

Look i dont really write or read poetry. But this is good from what I can tell. awsome.

[RENA HANDS]

Interesting imagery and wording...

I used to say, I wanted to touch the sky,
Then mother will follow along and whacked my hand,

Should it not be...

Then mother would follow along and whack my hand,

Or because this is being stated by a child, the
wording would be "fair game?"

[tarotwolf]

Good stuff! See, I'm the parent that would actually let me kids get hurt once and then try to help them figure out a way to do it again without getting hurt. Maybe that's why they live with their mom eh?