Youth MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

IfI could hold back
the inevitable
and push the
unpredictable out
intothe open ...
If I could swallow
my qualms about fate
and blowbubbles
of spontaneity
from my wand of youth ...
Then I could scream
clear into the night
and let the open
swallow me up whole.
Then Icould shatter
the "windows to the world"
and reinventthem
when my youth says I'm ready.

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This article has 2 comments.

juzt.iz12 said...
on May. 17 2010 at 7:08 pm
Amazing work with words that i havent really used before. Is a great work of writting

jrunner said...
on Nov. 26 2008 at 1:21 am
i really love this poem. it expresses the way that i feel exacrly


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