Cardboard Boxes

I'm letting all those mail lists end,
burying all my aging animals,
losing touch with memories,
increasing distances between friends.
Throwing away keepsakes
that just don't matter to me
anymore.
Child hood's over.
I'm losing everything I've ever known
I'm all for beginnings, but
where's my past gonna go?
Not all things fit in brown
cardboard boxes
you know.





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EmC725 said...
Jan. 26, 2010 at 4:23 pm
I like this! I followed you until the last two lines...as embarrassing as that is to admit, it's true, they just threw me off. Great job!
 
arcticwolfhowler replied...
Jan. 26, 2010 at 6:29 pm
Thank you for taking the time to comment on my poem. Its wonderful to get such wonderful feedback. One question though. When you said that the last two words threw you off, did you mean they didn't fit with the rest of the poem, or you just didn't see them?
 
lemonygirl97 said...
Jan. 26, 2010 at 1:17 pm
I absolutely agree with this poem. Iknow just what you are talking about. I hope you continue with your passion of writing because you've got it!
 
the_Horsegirl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 8:43 pm
This poem is very evocative. I really liked it.
 
Nata said...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 8:24 pm
Very cute! People can relate to it too!
 
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