Reminisce

A little bit of reminiscence with the poetry I use to write:

If you've never seen the edge, don't speak
Just lean over, take a peek
No matter how much you think
Dont blink
Cause your breath'll be gone 'fore you know it
I try not to show it
so don't blow it for me
cause I'm starting to see
do you believe
in destiny
for me
I'm just carried, free
to do, to see
to remember, you and me
I'm crossing the line
Not marching in time
to the beat of the two-faced drum
The beat is mine
To witness water turned to wine
Take a toast to a Freedom
Yours and Mine



It's amazing thinking back. I wrote this in the 9th grade, I was probably fifteen. That was five whole years ago. Wow.

I've actually written a lot over the years. A large majority of it I read through a couple times and threw that crap out cause it was terrible. Some of it wasn't great but I decided to keep it anyway. Some of my writing I thought was good at the time, because it was important at the time, but I look back and just laugh at how sad it is. Then there are just a few like this one: those that I like just as much or more as I did when I wrote it.

Occasionally I read some of the pieces like this that I still like and it brings back the muse I once had. It inspires me to pursue another line of thought with my writing and I thonk that is something everyone could use every once in a while.