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'Grow up.'
That was your neat punctuated statement,
That would cross all T's and dot all the i's
(If those two words had the need to possess either .)
Your tick-boxed neat, computed logic.
'In my soul, I am still that small child
who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow.'
If you love me I insisted you learn to dream,
Even as I watch you ground yourself in the physical--
Spending your time swamped by reality,
You no longer live in the brief moments ,
But in those substantial solid things you can touch;
'There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds'
Yet you are unwilling to even look for those shapes
The fortresses, figures and dragons looking down on us.
'They don't exist.'
A short reply to my newest discoveries,
Unwilling to chance a gaze upwards to cater my whim;
Unable to focus upon idle storybook fascination.
My belief in miscellaneous myths chase your thoughts.
'Imagination and fiction make up more than three-quarters of our real life.'
Earns me a roll of eyes from behind your 'serious' books
And your favoured broad sheet newspapers.
Your world a contrast of black and white compared to mine,
Your insistence as always, slightly irked
'Try looking with your eyes--see the real world for once'
As you shun these realms of my own making.
Which one of us is really through the looking glass?
I quote with a smile and return to my daydreams;
'You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.'
That was your neat punctuated statement,
That would cross all T's and dot all the i's
(If those two words had the need to possess either .)
Your tick-boxed neat, computed logic.
'In my soul, I am still that small child
who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow.'
If you love me I insisted you learn to dream,
Even as I watch you ground yourself in the physical--
Spending your time swamped by reality,
You no longer live in the brief moments ,
But in those substantial solid things you can touch;
'There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds'
Yet you are unwilling to even look for those shapes
The fortresses, figures and dragons looking down on us.
'They don't exist.'
A short reply to my newest discoveries,
Unwilling to chance a gaze upwards to cater my whim;
Unable to focus upon idle storybook fascination.
My belief in miscellaneous myths chase your thoughts.
'Imagination and fiction make up more than three-quarters of our real life.'
Earns me a roll of eyes from behind your 'serious' books
And your favoured broad sheet newspapers.
Your world a contrast of black and white compared to mine,
Your insistence as always, slightly irked
'Try looking with your eyes--see the real world for once'
As you shun these realms of my own making.
Which one of us is really through the looking glass?
I quote with a smile and return to my daydreams;
'You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.'
Literature
Grow Up
When I was young,
I knew a girl.
She was so warm and bright,
so I asked her that question
that all children must answer.
'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Her eyes lit up with joy
and she jumped with excitement.
'A dancer!
No, an astronaut!
Wait, President!
A scientist!
I'll be famous
and in movies!
My name
will be everywhere!'
She listed so many more
until she finally just smiled
and looked at me with eyes filled
with child-like wonder.
'I could be anything I wanted.'
Years and years later,
I saw the same girl again
but her eyes no longer
lit up with wonder.
I asked her,
'What did you end up being?'
She
Literature
cry for...
cry for...
the girl who sees fat
in all the wrong places
and wishes for a way
to eliminate it quickly
the boy who strayed
popping pills like candy
nearly drowning in sorrow
and creating a single red line
the girl who feels deformed
no matter what you see in her
how lovely she truly is
she's convinced it's all lies
the boy who has to hide himself
and holds more secrets than you know
but let's me see inside his heart
and stays strong for us both
the girl who just wants love
but keeps doing it the wrong way
she may not see it but i can
and she needs help before it's too late
cry for us, strangers to you
but not to others
Literature
Starting Over, Growing Up
I was sick of the pink,
It was on every wall,
And every accent color
Was more pink.
I wanted white
A clean slate
The color of a new life
A new beginning
I asked you to help
We wore old jeans
Ripped band shirts
Nothing we minded ruining.
Me, being cautious,
I let you go on the ladder
And rip down the lights
A pink chandelier
We stripped the walls
And brushed over them
Using a massive paint roller
We turned the walls white.
I threw out the pink bedspread,
Tore up the pink carpet,
Ripped down the pink blinds
And pink valences.
Three weeks later
We sat back to back
In my new room
All white.
This was a beginning
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some of us are born dreamers i for one will always hold my head up and admit to that, in contrast there are people who will insist 'grow up' and not even realise quotes when they are used to defend 'childishgness' as it were.
the quotes used in this one are as follows
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. ~G.K. Chesterton
Imagination and fiction make up more than three-quarters of our real life. ~Simone Weil
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. ~Mark Twain
In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow. ~Papiha Ghosh
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Thankyou.
the quotes used in this one are as follows
There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds. ~G.K. Chesterton
Imagination and fiction make up more than three-quarters of our real life. ~Simone Weil
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus. ~Mark Twain
In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow. ~Papiha Ghosh
All images and literature/written work in =rockgem's gallery are © Gemma Hart. All rights reserved. Reproduction and/or retransmission of all or any part of this gallery are prohibited under copyright law. Users desiring to reproduce or retransmit all or any part of this gallery must first secure in writing the appropriate copyright and other authorization from the copyright owner. My work is not public domain.
Thankyou.
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Such a perfectly captured sentiment; I'd like to see a thousand copies rained down from the rooftops of the business district. There's something about the line 'If you love me I insisted you learn to dream,' that really haunts me.