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TITLE (EDIT)
Nothing Much |
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[328 words] |
AUTHOR
Pearl S |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I'm a teenager; I like to write, play music, and read old English manuscripts.
[November 2002] |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (14)
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Snowing In April (Songs) - [346 words]
Sounds Of Silence And What I Can't Say (Poetry) - [358 words]
Special (Short Stories) - [1,338 words]
The Cool Clique (Short Stories) I actually did some reasearch for this, interviewed a few older friends... they don't understand it anymore than I do. [837 words]
The Masochist Boy (Novels) A neglected teenager confronts his addiction and depression with the help of an insecure friend. [35,178 words] [Teenage]
The Waves (Songs) - [160 words]
Watch Out, Henry! There's A Hole In That There Bucket! (Short Stories) The English Essay I Had Way Too Much Fun Writing. [4,772 words] [Teenage]
We Are Connected By A Net Of Faith (Songs) I guess the title doesn't say much, but this is my feeling about the coming war with Iraq. [296 words]
White Washed Walls, A Collection (Poetry) Acollection of verse: White Washed Walls: Something that came to me while I was sitting by my window... it was a bitter kind of day. Empty Wind-blown Streets: Pieced together from different hospital... [707 words]
Why I Got High, Ran Away, And Just Generally Screwed Myself Up (Poetry) A thought that popped into my head today. I think it might actually explain something. I don't know, I just want it to be out there. [34 words]
'ms. America' (Songs) If Ms. America was a typical American woman... [287 words]
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Nothing Much
Pearl S
There isn’t much left for us here, is there? Not much left at all.
A pile of ashes, an overturned desk, that empty picture frame on the wall.
The names carved in the wood with the side of a pen—remember? Do you
Remember them?
So sharp and bright and slick in our minds
Who would have thought those names would suffer time?
Now they look old, somehow, yellowed with dust.
We didn’t know—we were young with trust.
But those days are gone, aren’t they? Yes. Far away.
It’s a different set of rules the rest of the world plays.
When I was young—when you were young—does it matter? Does it really?
No one cares about that now. No one shares what we are feeling.
Because they first must experience it for themselves. The world is young and we are old, so old. So cold all the time
Without the fire that churned and burned us to life
I am old. My body’s withered like the willow tree by the fall.
The smooth skin, the proud stance, age has taken it all.
The full bodied hair every twinkling shade of brown
The happiness in the eyes, the voice’s clear sound
It’s gone now, it’s gone. We’re older, and still
My mind cannot and won’t forget the thrill.
My mind, it keeps thinking, keeps ticking on
As loudly and clearly as the day I was born.
My body is old, but my mind is still young
Is a song still a song when it can no longer be sung?
I still know the melodies, still play them everyday
Is it fair? Is it right? To take it all away?
The names on the wall are faded, but I remember them yet
And I thought it never would happen…is this all I get?
The imprisonment of a mind in a useless form
I thought there was something else—I thought there was more.
Was I wrong?
There’s nothing much here for us, is there? Not much left at all…
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"Sad thoughts, sad story told beautifully." -- Just A Guy.
"thank you...it's something i find myself thinking about a lot" -- pearl.
"Looks to me like your mind is still singing. On the critique side, I felt that. Somewhere inside me hidden away, I felt that." -- Sylvia.
"I enjoyed how you used the image of the names carved in the wood and the underlying emotion of bittersweetness that came forth. Thank you for replying to my poem; I guess we are connected by a line you had: "They must first experience it for themselves."" -- Eric.
"thanks...i liked your poem bkz of its concept too though. maybe you're right?" -- pearl.
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© 2003 Pearl S |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
January 2003 |
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