Moving (please comment!!!)

[LoveIsFree]

Wake up one morning
mama says
"We're moving to Virginia, go get dressed"
Wait all day long for the movers to come
At 7:00 they show up (the bums)
find out they're behind on paying for the truck
they ask, "Could we have another three hundred bucks?"
Pay them the three, get in the Sable
and then we are road able
but we're stuck in NJ
well, it's not like we'd have gotten there sooner anyway
because at 2:00 A.M.
we stop and call it a night
and we stay in a motel till dawn's early light
So we drive in the Sable that looks like a prune
and show up in Virginia about a quarter to noon
So we unpack our things and go to Wal-Mart
and halfway realize we don't have a cart
so we go for a cart and grab the last one
and go on home and relax some
The next morning I look at my calendar and say,
"Holy crap, today's my birthday!"
But my parents remembered, and we were all fine, went to Sheldon's and stood forever in line,
As I'm enjoying my milkshake, the lights go down and they
all begin to sing "Happy Birthday".
Yes, I wanted fame, this I know for sure,
but can I please run out the door?
On the first day of school, I am filled with dread
but I made some new friends
but the next year was hell,
hell on all ends.
I was teased and was taunted for being a hippie
The way I dressed, how my hair was flippy
one day I tripped
they said, "Get off me you hippie!"
When I tried to grab a hand
My Give Peace A Chance vest had fallen right off,
and all anybody could do was scoff
but later on, I had the last laugh
because we were moving to Arizona in a month and a half!

[purplepeepee]

Awwwww, nice story dear. I have the same problems, but those people are laothsome and don't understand much of what life really is. They can't see past the latest trends and what people tell them is right.

* rewinds back to when you tripped *

I walk down the cluttered hall of the school, wearing a patchwork tunic of blues, violets and greens, and old jeans with ripped and stained bottoms, my toes poking out, painted like rainbow fish's scales, my bronze, parched hair bouncing along. A look of scrutiny on my face.
"Ahem, don't you low-lifes have any sense of desency?"
The rotten crowd laughs even harder
As I walk toward you, someone tries to trip me on the floor too
I caught that jesture however and glanced at him a tiger's glare
"Ooooo, I'm scared!" The loathsome boy laughs
I pay no attention to him and ask "Are you alright?"
I help you up and pick up your jacket and dust it off, handing it to you
"Nice threads, sis. John is Jesus."

[PEACE FROG]

I enjoyed your story, very cool!!!! Nice addition P !

[LoveIsFree]

Hey! I agree w/ you, purple. All the way. And both you and peace, thanx for your support!

[purplepeepee]

Hey! I agree w/ you, purple. All the way. And both you and peace, thanx for your support!


No problemo. ;)

[feral]

It's good, my friend. A sad story, but good none the less. Just remember that it's what you think of yourself that matters the most, not what others think.

[LoveIsFree]

Hey, thanks! Good advice.:o

[artisticphantom]

very well composed. though i'm very regretful that i have never had to share the raw feelings of having to mover around alot like that. i can imagine that it is a very rough experience. i still loved the poem and think that you would make a very promising writer. :)

[LoveIsFree]

thank u so much; I wasn't sure who would like it!