Moving On - Children of the Children of God

Wishing Dead Young

Wishing Dead Young, why you may ask,
When life seems promising to such a handsome lad
It’s just the knowledge of knowing life’s cruel prank
That I wish life was gone and had

Born to such unforgiving circumstance
Far away from homeland
Ever struggling for food and cover out of lack
Trying to find meaning but life can be so bland

Wishing Dead Young; tis such a sweet thought
To just float away like smoke on air
Rather than to see my skin wrinkle and rot
Freedom, I feel like snowflakes on a sore,
Touching but not healing,
Flying but not soaring
Floating but not swimming

My youth hides the long toil and hours
Spent begging, pleading and crying
To make sense of the life I was dealt
Dealing with life that seems more like a welt

Wishing Dead Young; Wanting to believe in Karma
Surely God will forgive my means of escape
Maybe I could come back and be like Agatha
Write of death and live a life of Fame
But no I’d rather live the life of a traveler
This time to enjoy the places I’ve been
Instead of having to be God’s deliverer
And speak of doom and never drinking gin.

Wishing Dead Young; Seems like the best years have gone beyond me.
Ever reaching never getting
Ever striving never fulfilling
So I might as well be Wishing Dead Young

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from GoldenMic
Wednesday, March 28, 2007 - 15:21
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The title of this piece, alone, is simply fantastic. In the poem I could feel the angst promised by that eerie title come alive, reminding me of some of my darkest moments. I have only seldom delved in to poetry, beyond my literary skill, but I am always astonished when a poem comes alive for me, as this one did, and experiencing the strange release of hearing my own heart being echoed by the words of another. Thanks.
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From Phoenixkidd
Thursday, March 29, 2007, 07:13
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Thank you Golden, I wrote it out of a feeling of not utter frustration but more of a sinking dismall feeling that I will never quite be normal and obtain satisfaction of being grounded that I know some who have lived in normal society have. I am currently going through some hard times dealing with a member of my family having a difficult time, hopefully we can all make it through this. (reply to this comment)
from gragon
Monday, November 13, 2006 - 16:23
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Cheer up doll. It gets easier. You know I've felt the same way too at times. If you guys aren't doing anything for Christmas you should come and visit. Call me anytime...K?
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From Phoenixkidd
Tuesday, November 14, 2006, 11:07
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Thanks Kiddo for the invite, I was just writing this poem out of general unhappiness with the way things have been going and my demise at age 30 now! Well Christmas looks packed but thanks anyway btw we are going to London around March? Any recommendations for a nice town not too far from London and enjoy the country?

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From gragon
Tuesday, November 14, 2006, 16:19
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I really never spent too much time around those parts, but there are plenty of wankers on this site...Hope you have fun! Max will be sooo jealous when he finds out.

I thought the poem was great btw, and like I said I do unfortunately know what it feels like. I just didn't want you to feel alone. (reply to this comment)

From Rain Child
Thursday, November 16, 2006, 03:24
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Me too, I don't want you to feel alone. At 30, the best is all ahead of you. Enjoy.

"And if you should survive
to a hundred and five
look at all you'll derive
from being alive
and here is the best part
you'll have a head start
if you are among the very
young at heart"(reply to this comment)

From Phoenixkidd
Thursday, November 16, 2006, 07:28
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That was sweet, Thanks Rainchild!(reply to this comment)