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Old Man

artin90artin90 Posts: 66
edited June 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Old man falls into a ditch

cant get back up so he stops trying

lays there and fades into the ground

back broken he watches his soul move away

it drifts into the night and fades in the breeze

Old Man thinks about his life as he watches the soul turn into nothingness

He doesnt want to let his life pass by

but he has to because he is stuck in a ditch
“ ahh…. Yaa…. If you trust me at all… if you wanna listen to me at all… which you certainly don’t have to. Speaking from experience I can tell you that things change. You could believe me, you don’t have to. They probably won’t change, unless you make them. The best way to change something around you, something you don’t like, is.. to change yourself. I don’t think you want other people changing you.. I think.. I think.. the only person you want changing you… is yourself. So if you ain’t happy…. If you’re reading magazines about generation x’s and thinking ‘ya im one of them’ well fuck that…. Don’t let anybody tell you who you are. No… No…. No one can tell me who I am. I can tell you who I am but that would be a long story… I can tell you who I am and it wouldn’t fit in a Rolling Stone…. It wouldn’t fit in a video… it wouldn’t… its my life…. Its your life. Youre the only one that knows who you are. I hope you know who you are. If you don’t know who you are, figure it out. Cause you are some body. And Im probably stating the obvious. But I just thought I would do it anyway. So if you fell like you got a piece of duct tape on your mouth, if you feel like you cant speak. Take it off, Speak up. Speak your Mind. Shout it Out. Let ‘em Hear Ya. Shout it out…… YAAA YAAAAA yAAAAAAAAAAA.” Eddie Vedder (Porch ’96 Randle Island 2)

10/22/03
Ten, No Code, Vs., Yield, Riot Act, Vitalogy, Binaural

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Comments

  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    I would love this poem to take me to the thought and feelings the old man is having: there's so much potential here. You've the genesis of a very good, long or dense poem here that could be wonderful if you carry it on! Take us into the soul, the blood, the pulse, the life and ebbing breath of this man. That is what the poem is crying out to present. Then, this'll be the best thread of all these, here.

    Thank you very much for sharing this. You've been inspired, here.

    :)

    And if anyone tells you otherwise, ignore 'em! :D
  • ISNISN Posts: 1,700
    do not go gently into that dark night
    rage rage against the dying of the light....

    a little one I cooked up....

    kidding.....

    signed.....bad critic......

    :)
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
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