December
2006
Just Go…
Mixed emotions, torn apart, forever more you see
She never believed in real life until she really began to see
It was time for her to go.
Time for her to make the right choice.
She was thinking about one thing, but everyone thought of something else for her.
She couldn’t seem to find her way through the darkened halls and ivy walls.
Impossible she said.
So she laid down her head and cried for a while.
They all came down and sat beside her.
The memories that flowed within her veins, they sat there for a while.
After a long time.
They finally spoke.
They said.
Just go. Away. For a while. Clear your head. Let your hair down. Just go…. away…. for us. Your passion crying “go for us”… We are here dying away and you are just sitting here watching. Here we are. Telling you to, just go.
Think.Then speak, don’t just say it, believe it. Now.
Just go. Don’t wait. Climb it. Don’t hesitate.
By:Taylor - for a reason beyond any of us. (This picture is my own. I took it when I was in one of those moods and I thought to use it for this. It is an escalator in a shopping center)
this a really cool poem. my favourite line was
She couldn’t seem to find her way through the darkened halls and ivy walls.
This is a really deep poem. I like the escalators at the end. add a nice touch to the whole thing
- Squash
I loved this line:
She never believed in real life until she really began to see
I agree with fraser this is a great line:
She couldn’t seem to find her way through the darkened halls and ivy walls.
I wish you were here next year so we could work on fine tuning your craft. We will stay in touch via Blog!
I couldn’t tell if this poem was about you leaving or Anne Frank, or something entirely different. Nicely done!
Wow,
Let me just say I’m a bit speechless. This poem really explains what you’re going through. Leaving all of us will be as painful for you as it is for us. But it won’t end there. Good friends never end it there. We’ll always stay in touch and I’ll always be there to comment on your latest and greatest work. During the entire time you’ve been here, you’ve absolutley out-done yourself time and time again. You have alot of potential. Use it.
Nick C.
For those you want to know why I wrote this.
This is a poem about a girl that is moving on just like I am about to do now. She does not want to go but the feelings inside her tell her that it is the write thing to do.
The escalator is ment to represent a path that we must all take to get to where we belong, and to do what we want with our lives.
I feel that me going to singapore is a good thing. I find that me moving is my path to take me to where I belong.
- Taylor