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Our Darkest Day Is The Last
Has it really came that fast?
I remember wen I was young
Playing with friends... Just having fun
But nowadays I have new friends
Even though I know my first friendships will never end
The elementry gang has split up and went their seperate ways
But I still remember those days
From preschool to 5th grade
We hung out under the tree in the shade
I remember wen megan chipped her tooth on the gym floor
Before and after that she was the one I adored
Miranda was the toughest one of the bunch
I swear she could drop anyone with just one punch
Brett was shy and kind hearted
But he always laughed wen he farted
Alex was and always will be the true hamdenite
He lives in hamden and still patrols the streets at night
And I was just a nerd too shy to ask out the girl of my dreams
Now that I look back I just want to scream
I had a chance to make a her mine
But no I just had to be too shy and kind
I loved her and I still do
I promise you that's the truth
The final year in that old school was the most memorable for me
For near the end of the year I realized we were splitting
It was as if we all just started quitting
The last day we all went to school together was the most tragic
I couldn't take the realization... I'd had it
I went home and cried for hours
When I was done I felt like a coward
As I looked up at the sky
I asked god why
Why did we split apart?
It happened so freaking fast
But I soon realized....
Our Darkest Day is The Last
Form:
TWO KIDS REMEMBERING
There we were
Next to the railtracks in the middle of the industrial heartland of 1950s Tyneside
Martin and me
Summer’s day and no money and no place to go except the drab streets and projects
Just exploring carelessly
Among the factories, spoil heaps, rusty tracks, piles of old axles, oily ditchwater
And enjoying youth
All day we strolled, climbed, jumped, ignored the “no entry” signs, threw stones, felt hot
Until we wearied
And decided to go home with a big bunch of wild blooms for mum bcause we’d be late
And picked flowers
Marguerites from the oil-soaked patches with rusted steel-ingot enriching the soil
Dandelion, daisy, cornflower
From the sand-spoil heaps lining the railtracks for miles, dumped as future ship-ballast
Campion and forget-me-not
Hidden tiny among the broken crates half-emptied of reject rubber tyres
And with armfuls
We trudged our way back through the sterile concrete and tangled barbed-wire fences
We got home
And mum was waiting with dinner, and we washed and ate, and she loved the flowers
And that night
We all talked about our explorations, and the flower collection, and we were so tired
We slept soundly. . . . . . .
Mum kept the blooms in a bucket - or was it a basket? Kids don’t remember everything.
Memory is selective.
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She never gave the love that I saught
He never asked about my thoughts
I stayed home with no one to play
Lost in my dreams I wondered astray
I searched for a friend which I never found
I cried out my heart, no one heard the sound
Sometimes I wished I was never born
Or never wake up and see another dawn.
I peeped though the doors and saw them fighting
All day it was just yelling and shouting
I sat by the window and watched the white clouds
Wishing I could float with them and sing out aloud
But alas! My reverie never lasted forever
A cold voice would soon shake me and it would be over
Sometimes I wondered to whom I belonged
I searched for an answer like a lost song.
The kids in my class thought I was strange
Kind of weird, no one wanted to my friend
I didn’t know how to smile, I never found a reason
Life seemed so dark, trapped in a prison
Wish I could run, millions of miles
Find a faraway place where I could learn to smile
But at the end of the day the hope disappeared
I made my way back to the place that I feared.
Through my little window I stared at the night sky
Wishing for a miracle as I saw with my wet eyes
A twinkling star up above there
A sign of an angel coming from somewhere
I hoped and hoped, for a happy home
Where I would be loved and wouldn’t be so lone
It never happened and every day passed by
The lonely child kept wishing she could die.
There was a point when we all believed, remember?
A point where all girls wanted to be just like Cinderella.
Where we all thought Sleeping Beauty was lucky to wake up,
And find her prince charming at the same time.
When The Little Mermaid was indeed fortunate to find her true love,
No matter the circumstances or the looks, mermaid or not.
Times when we sat next to our fathers, watching the soccer game,
Thinking that one day you would be better than number nine,
Or even number eleven.
When we sat down on the bleachers and thought,
“One day I’ll be in that racing car and I’ll be the champion.”
I believe there was a point where we all wanted to be a superhero.
Where we all wanted to fly high and we all wanted to be astronauts.
We all had dreams once.
And once we all believed they could come true.
Why have things changed?
I believe we should all still believe.
I still believe I could be that rock star.
My brother still believes he’ll be the best number eight-soccer player.
My youngest cousin continues to dream he’ll be a NASCAR racer.
Why can’t we all just believe?
Of course we’re going to find our prince charming.
And yes, an astronaut we will be.
All of us can be better than Spiderman, Batman, Superman, and The Hulk.
My point here is, that we still have to believe.
Go ahead and take your time to wish on that lonely star in the middle of the night.
Form:
I was sittin' on the porch the other day a-starin' into space,
Peerin' back thro' the mists of time when life was a slower pace.
I was amazed recollectin' how my friends and I survived.
Kids are so indulged today - we were certainly so deprived!
Our Moms fed us breakfast, then said, "Now get outside and play!"
We created our own simple amusements to while the day away.
You'd round up your neighborhood pals for a lively game of ball.
And we didn't need meddlin' folks to settle an occasional brawl!
We drank water from the "crick" or if handy a garden hose.
Went barefoot all summer long and wore patches on our clothes.
Despite the warnin's that we'd get warts, we played with slimy toads,
And raced our bikes, sans helmets, up and down the gravel roads!
The only thing we smoked was harmless corn silk behind the barn,
And gagged on Lifeboy soap if you cussed beyond a "darn!"
We climbed trees and cracked our skulls fallin' off our stilts,
And read "racy" magazines with flashlights beneath our mother's quilts!
Today, kids need the latest gadgets to keep up with their peers;
Blackberries, I-pods and cell phones protrudin' from their ears,
And high definition TVs and computers complete with CD-drive!
It really makes one wonder how us "kids" managed to survive!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
It is a tool of the Devil, there is no doubt about that
In an attempt to get your mind, so he can get your soul
He targets the young ones, their minds are virgin territory
Every moment of the day and night, he knows where you are at
He will try to make you weak, telling you that he has control
Seven day a week, forcing you to hear his sick story
Over, over and over, that is his drill
Isolating you, so you will never hear the other side
Instillinng fear, so you will be afraid of everything
Telling you that he loves you, you head with his lies he will fill
Take you down to nothing, destroy your pride
Then hold you tight, telling you are his everything
Forcing the past out of your mind, so it will slowly fade away
Keeps telling you that there is no God, if so where is he right now
It is only he you should believe
His biggest fear, is that you will pray
Deep down inside you know that you are a prisoner, you have to escape some how
Afraid of being caught, you struggle to leave
The older you grow, the stronger you will get
Getting out in the world, you will see the other side
Now starting to understand, why they kept you always confused
Something keeps telling you, your past you cannot forget
Wondering why all those night you cried?
Because wicked and mean people kept you "brain washed"
Form:
The sun ascended on the eastern shore as Tommy awakened to the day.
With eyes now opened, he jumped from his bed, excited.
He remembered, it’s the first day of summer vacation.
He is not about to waste the day lying around,
He would be off right after breakfast.
He grabbed his lunch he made the night before
So not to waste more time and ran from the yard
Even before the door slammed shut.
He met up with his friends at the ball field,
But to his dismay, older kids already made claim.
So, in a chair he waited, watched and napped.
His eyes opened again later that morning to a lunchtime sun.
He quickly ate down his lunch
and ran to the fishing hole to meet up with others.
There, he planted his pole by his side, with hopes of catching the big one.
So, in a chair he waited, watched and napped.
His eyes opened later to the late afternoon sun.
He quickly went and got his bike and rode to the five and dime.
There, he met some friends
And together, they taunted the passers-by.
He felt the evening sun descend and knew he should leave.
Heading home he couldn’t help but feel how great summer is,
No cares in the world, a day of whatever, each day.
Tommy arrived for dinner with a smile on his face.
When he was asked what he had done
His reply was with glee and he said “just about everything”.
REQUISITE RECOLLECTIONS
I recollect it was sometime between childhood and the alter
You weren’t allowed in our club for only boys
The one midst the leaves of that old oak tree from which we hung
When we were young
I recollect us changing,
not year by year but day by day
Each day we talked about disparate dreams
Delightful differences to which we so tightly clung
When we were young
I recollect it was somewhere between one day and the next
You went to sleep angry, I went to sleep remembering the music
All the voices singing in harmony that we were treated to
Lo, I fell asleep remembering all the hope filled songs the both of us once sung
When we were young
I recollect a vow once made midst pews and stained glass windows
While staring into the eyes of our future and what was to come and what was to grievously go
There was a time I would have let you in that club for only boys
Except I excluded you because vehemence was victorious over vows
I recollect it was somewhere between a thousand smiles but and a hundred thousand frowns
And some men like me are born and bound to come out of a little car with a hundred other
clowns
One night We both vowed that we will allow no love song go unsung
And maybe that’s what keeps us young
© 2011.….~free cee!~
"Hurry up!" yells Mom, "the hack is coming 'round the bend!"
Another torturous day of school, won't this agony ever end?
With a fried egg sandwich in my Roy Rogers box for lunch,
I climb aboard to join that gloomy and sullen bunch!
What a disgusting horde of waifs each morn I must face.
Unwashed mugs with bits of breakfast showing a little trace!
The bus reeked of fried eggs, oranges and other exotic things.
What an unkempt and uncultured mass of little human beings!
The only ray of sunshine in that long and wearisome ride,
Was when my puppy love asked me to sit down by her side.
The other highlight of the day was when we were homeward bound;
A more exuberant gaggle of kids on earth could not be found!
Mr. Frank had driven the same old bus for years and years,
But still ground steel as he double-clutched to change the gears.
When getting stuck in a three foot drift of snow,
He would rock to and fro in his seat to get the bus to go!
A special treat that made us kids so very happy and gay;
Mr. Frank gave us a bag of candy to savor on Christmas Day!
Long forgotten rides on trains and planes were quite a thrill,
But memories of school bus rides remain with me still!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I heard the wind call out and say,
Arise my child; it's a brand new day;
School is out; it winds up with a sigh,
And the kids are dancing on feet that fly.
Flip flops and freckles burn in the sun,
Everyone's out there to soak up the fun;
The day is clear and the sky so blue,
Time to have fun and explore all that's new.
The bells on a truck roll up the street;
And we hear the pitter patter of soft little feet;
The delicious taste of sweet ice cream,
Tickles the palate of a child's dream.
Sandcastles built for the waves to consume,
Shells to be found in the sands of the dune;
Racing and diving in foam topped waves,
Exploring and playing in cool dark caves.
Roller skate downhill and double dutch rope,
A baseball game filled with hope;
Bubbles of pop that float up the nose,
A tasty hotdog, down the tummy it goes.
The meadows are loud with joyful noise,
With the carefree shouts of girls and boys;
They run with the grass between their toes,
To chase the sky where the butterfly goes.
There’s lots to eat, all things delicious,
Bottoms to spank if kids get officious;
But at end of day when all’s said and done,
It was a perfect day, so filled with fun.