'ventures with my friends
lead to funny stories in the end.
pictures of the beauty all around
as our feet hit the ground,
running without looking back.
twenty bucks apeice for a snack
at a roadside diner,
nothing's finer
than the memories that last,
no reminder of the past.
pictures of the beauty all around
as our feet hit the ground,
running without looking back.
clinking change,
feels like "home on the range".
mingling with the crowd
in foreign places that are loud.
nothing's better than the present
meeting people that are pleasent.
lingering smells,
we hear bells...
but it's not time to head home!
we need pictures on our phones!
pictures of the beauty all around
as our feet hit the ground,
running without looking back.
we're "gone with the wind"
causing ruckus and din.
it's as if "something wicked this way comes",
striding along as it hums,
casting shadows and fear.
down a cheek rolls a tear
because of the spirit they lost.
look what time costs!
we're young,
let's get it all done.
don't let time steal our youth
just like it steals a child's first tooth.
with pictures of the beauty all around
as our feet hit the ground,
we run without looking back.
with fear, or without;
past men that are stout.
from libraries to carnivals,
past those stuck like barnacles.
we run from stand to stand,
gone with a wave of our hand,
adventure fills the air.
we're having fun without a care!
not remembering lightning,
fun without fighting!
let's never leave.
throught crowds, we weave.
the call of home dampens our mood
past diners, without getting food.
our stomachs rumbling,
the perfect world we've created crumbling.
the day is done,
and so's the fun.
pictures of the beauty all around
as our feet hit the ground,
running,
running without looking back.
12.26.18
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Poetryjust some poems. not all are mine. eventually i think ill delete this and organize my poems into something else and have one of just ones that inspired me, but for now theres just this, just me sharing things ive needed to share for a while
