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at the age of 17

eMMIeMMI Posts: 6,262
edited February 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
at the age of 17
I had my eyes surgically removed.

to see was not really
my thing.

everything I ever saw just made me
pissed off.

except children.

I liked seeing young kids
play.

but people have to make
COM-PRO-MI-SES.

and apparently it was impossible for
modern-day medicine
to produce
only-playing-young-children-seeing eyes.

so I settled for
NO-THING.
"Don't be faint-hearted, I have a solution! We shall go and commandeer some small craft, then drift at leisure until we happen upon another ideal place for our waterside supper with riparian entertainments."
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  • pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
    yeah, in a way growing up really sucks. but in another way, at least when you get past that teenager stage it starts to improve again, especially when you have children of your own and you get to see life through their eyes again. nice one.
  • eMMIeMMI Posts: 6,262
    pacifier wrote:
    yeah, in a way growing up really sucks. but in another way, at least when you get past that teenager stage it starts to improve again, especially when you have children of your own and you get to see life through their eyes again. nice one.

    thanks for taking time to read it. :)

    and glad to hear you like it.


    and btw, it's not about me.. :o:)
    "Don't be faint-hearted, I have a solution! We shall go and commandeer some small craft, then drift at leisure until we happen upon another ideal place for our waterside supper with riparian entertainments."
  • Irish AlIrish Al Posts: 6,236
    I hear what you're saying but IMO I think we just need to change our glasses and look through different lenses. As I've gotten older I appreciate things much more but nothing, absolutely nothing can compare with holding your own child in your arms :D

    But I did feel similar things at 17....but I also loved girls too and that kinda kept me busy :o
    I need a coffee!
  • eMMIeMMI Posts: 6,262
    Irish Al wrote:
    I hear what you're saying but IMO I think we just need to change our glasses and look through different lenses. As I've gotten older I appreciate things much more but nothing, absolutely nothing can compare with holding your own child in your arms :D

    But I did feel similar things at 17....but I also loved girls too and that kinda kept me busy :o

    I agree. hehe, that's why it's kinda important to me that people realise that this really isn't about me and what I think/thought.

    the person "speaking" in this poem I see as someone very one-way-forward. very sure of themselves to the point of being just plain arrogant and stubborn. I don't know if that explains it very well as I know exactly how I see/feel them but don't have the words really..


    :)


    when I was 17 I came to the realisation that for the past few years I had been awful! :o I mean just horrific!! at that time I realised that it's way cooler to be nice cause you get friends that'll like you and your relationships with them last longer. :rolleyes: :D
    "Don't be faint-hearted, I have a solution! We shall go and commandeer some small craft, then drift at leisure until we happen upon another ideal place for our waterside supper with riparian entertainments."
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    oh, this is like the guy in that song Black...
  • eMMIeMMI Posts: 6,262
    PastaNazi wrote:
    oh, this is like the guy in that song Black...

    yeah? hmm.. I never thought about it like that.. :) but I suppose you're onto something...
    "Don't be faint-hearted, I have a solution! We shall go and commandeer some small craft, then drift at leisure until we happen upon another ideal place for our waterside supper with riparian entertainments."
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