From: Melanie Perry
Cost: free - so far ;)
Alright, the books I've read today are my own poetry journals from back in high school. Some of what I've written is utter carp, some is treacly, some is excrutiating to read. :( But, even I must admit that some of it is good. I stumbled across one which I actually had published at age 17. It was a proud moment, the first, and thankfully not the last, time I saw my name in print. I will save that one for another day, though, if I so decide to subject you to it. I should find a link to the publisher.
I chose one to share with you, and I think, simply because I enjoyed the thought and the theme. I am a parent of a small child now, and my sense of wonder and boundless possibilities has been renewed by that. I wrote the below when I was working 70 hours a week as a Supervisor at Hardee's and was about to begin my first semester of college. Share your reaction and opinions with me, if you please. Just please, do not repost this or pass it on without my permission.
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.
I mourn for the loss
the endless day, the fearless night
those innocent games
the dreams of all the things I might
Remember when things moved in Black and White
when everything was either good or bad
When every new person was a potential friend
& I never realized all I had?
Back when really important decisions
were all up to someone else
back then my life wasn't ruled by a clock
and I could be better than what fate had dealt
Never hampered by reality's weight
my dreams were as real as day
as long as I thought it would happen
I knew I'd find a way
I sometimes long for the delusions
that hid the world's imperfections
I wish for an ignorant bliss
of all of this world's deceptions
When all the love I had was unconditional
and I could forget as well as forgive
back when my mom still knew everything
and it was not a miracle just to live
08-07-1998
~m.stone
the endless day, the fearless night
those innocent games
the dreams of all the things I might
Remember when things moved in Black and White
when everything was either good or bad
When every new person was a potential friend
& I never realized all I had?
Back when really important decisions
were all up to someone else
back then my life wasn't ruled by a clock
and I could be better than what fate had dealt
Never hampered by reality's weight
my dreams were as real as day
as long as I thought it would happen
I knew I'd find a way
I sometimes long for the delusions
that hid the world's imperfections
I wish for an ignorant bliss
of all of this world's deceptions
When all the love I had was unconditional
and I could forget as well as forgive
back when my mom still knew everything
and it was not a miracle just to live
08-07-1998
~m.stone
Overall Rating: Not Terrible
Yeah. That's about all I can say.
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