Eighteen

Turning eighteen isn't just another age, It's like leaving the child life behind. Starting a brand new page, and developing an adult mind. This new life can be exhilirating Or discouraging. This new life is full of waiting And your soul begins aging. The age where we start taking chances. Making the right choices. You start handling your finances, Getting rid of negative voices. Forgetting the past mistakes, Giving the future a try. Doing whatever it takes, Even if the adult life makes you want to cry.

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Eric Boddie

Date: 8/20/2015 11:13:00 AM

what a difference a day makes....instant responsibility for the choices we make....the safety net removed that's supposed to protect the child....from dirty old men to drugs, for a young lady, maturity is a journey both rough and wild....but only if you let it....its your choice, don't forget it....;)

Matthew Anish

Date: 8/16/2015 11:06:00 PM

Such a hassle being an adult! Nice write! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Kay Cassio
Date: 8/20/2015 10:19:00 AM

AHA thank you!!

James Peranteau

Date: 7/6/2015 5:45:00 AM

Life 101: Life begins in the womb, ends with your first provoke; get out, as mother pushes and doctor pulls, cutting life's attachment to mother and your food source. They didn't listen at the first when you screamed, "put me back in"; if mother didn't listen, who else will ? This is your first encounter with the real world dear poet. There after dear fellow, you will be force fed everything from food to knowledge; the air you breathe to the forced on dress. Yourself and fellow's, poets, will address life's rest. Do not be dismayed my fellow; at the kiss which wrinkles or the bloom which withers or the cut which never seems to heal. You are the poet, you have been given the gift of prophesy, for your life that is. You may not have God's power to add even one day to your life, yet you have the power to enjoy it or dispise it. As for this soul, "cuts or soft kisses", I enjoy it ! Have a wonderful journey dear poet.......much love, james