It's Time to Go Now
It's time to go now.
Time to drop the facts,
To pick up the fantasies.
It's time to walk a mile
In another set of shoes,
To learn about what else
There actually is to do.
It's time to live another life,
To be some other soul.
It's time to seek some
Different,
Extremely separate art in whole.
Flip through the glossy pages,
Fall into the imaginary pools.
Get trapped in the museum
Of artificial rules.
Time to drop the facts,
To pick up the fantasies.
It's time to walk a mile
In another set of shoes,
To learn about what else
There actually is to do.
It's time to live another life,
To be some other soul.
It's time to seek some
Different,
Extremely separate art in whole.
Flip through the glossy pages,
Fall into the imaginary pools.
Get trapped in the museum
Of artificial rules.
Climb the cliff,
That makes you scream,
Fly into the sky,
Along the blue stream.
Don't be yourself,
That is not the point.
But it's time to go now,
Time to be, at least, half alive.
posted by Lunaka at
7:39 PM
11 Comments:
AWESOMENESS!
This is the other poem I was talking about... also about drunk driving. Hey, I hear music. is it coming from your blog? It started when I got on here...
SOMBODY SHOULD HAVE TAUGHT HIM
I went to a birthday party
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
so I had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said I would,
that I didn't choose to drink and drive,
thought some friends said I should.
I knew I mad a healthy choice and
your advice told me was right
as the party finaly ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something I expected the least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say
"The kid that caused the wrek was drunk."
His voice seemed far away.
My own blood is all around me,
as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying higy,
because he chose to drink and drive
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it riuns lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell Daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven to
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had,
I'd still be alive.
My breathe is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish you could hug me, Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say
I love you and goodbye.
Retold by Jane Watkins, from Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul
That music IS coming from your blog! How'd you get it on???
Haha. Yeah, the music is from my blog.
I figured out how to put it on there again. (I forgot shortly after I did it.)
Umm, go to the "template" tab and add the music code in with the rest of the layout code.
xx
...By the way, I like reading those poems you find. I think I shall buy a Chicken Soup book.
where do I put themusic code in the layout code? what area?
I FIGURED IT OUT!!! YAY!!! Now every time you go to my blog, Sk8r Boi plays!!!
Ahhhh. Okay.
Heh.
love it. it's mine forever.
The last line kinda fails the poem.
But I struggled finding an ending, so I gave up. Hehe.
still.
it's good.
Awesomeness?
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