Adulthood
7 creative works found
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When I was small / I was been plugged by a mysterious tube / My imagination been sucked away / and been put away in a tiny jar But my experimental doctor didn’t stop there / He wants to know my thoughts, fears and desire / He wants my youth As I slowly growing out of my childhood period / I sense my experiment with the mad doctor / may end But I do not know whether that day will ever come… © By Hung Lin 2008
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Lost Boys
by Casey CastilleIt’s how I meditate. Doing donuts in the parking lot of the First Baptist Church on a blue boys’ Schwinn Collegiate, circa 1979. Whit…
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Follow the Leader
by ein22Less motivated to care / Only motivated to appear less motivated / How overrated today’s generation are
A social observation of people in my class, at my college and around my life. It’s quite sad that I reffer to my own generation as ‘kids’ sometimes. “Kids these days” and the like. I seperate my self from that though, I have never really felt like I fit in with people my own age. I do not know what differs me from them, but it’s there, a barrier that is a stubborn as I am.
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So, here's a queston:
by ArlettaWhy aren’t there safe filters that can protect your dear little eyeballs from the things you’d like not to see most, when what you’d like…
Why aren’t there safe filters that can protect your dear little eyeballs from the things you’d like not to see most, when what you’d like not to see most is on the person’s profile? Well, assuming that what you’d like not to see most is the same sort of thing that the safe filters work on, anyway. Or is that something, the use of a safe filter, solely at the discretion of the poster? Because, I was browsing around and ran into a truly offensive profile. Not just because it was cussy-faced in nature or just because it had nude drawings on it; but, because it was very aggressive and obviously intended to shock and put everyone who trespassed there into a state of awe over the extreme coolness of the poster. I started using safe filters for a reason. That reason being, to put it as simply as possible, because I’m old enough to know what I like and what I don’t have time for in my life. Well, one little profile, no matter how shockingly rude and childish it tries to be, will not detain me from my adulthood or even slow me on my path, but I do find it odd that many of this person’s works are behind a safe filter but their spewing tirades of trashy language are allowed to roam freely about, maiming the intellect of whomever stumbles across them. It’s, to but it plainly, weird!
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Orange Sherbert
by Jenny WrightIf I could just go back / to eating orange sherbet / I wouldn’t care that I am poor / I couldn’t feel the disillusionment
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A series of snapshots I have taken earlier this year that incorporates my childhood home, families memories and my current residence.
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Unexpected
by UBUIBME86What do you do with that old box of toys / You have no use for them now / You give them to all the girls and boys And hang your feelings…
What do you do with that old box of toys / You have no use for them now / You give them to all the girls and boys And hang your feelings up like a towel / Because all you can do is remember / Smile and raise one eyebrow To adulthood, your childhood surrendered / Although, that wasn’t the plan / As hard as blocks of cinder You moved on to that unknown land / And even now, with all your charm and poise / You’re quickly sinking in the sand You now have to face the noise / And hold your child in your hand
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