“Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts.
Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class.
Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.
Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?
Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero?
Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest.
War was only a board game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn’t wait to grow up?”
-Author Unknown
RYAN LEE
Epic writing isn’t it.
I read that a while back, and it’s so unbelievably true.
and yet, every single day, i can’t wait for the coming hour, tomorrow and next year.
living for the now, now that’s a toughie.
Heya!
Beats me but your blog is sucha fascinating read,you got gift for the words.
Look foreward for more!
(:
innocent turn into sluts.seriously. so many sluts nowadays. hell hath no fury like a scorned me watching those sluts do their thang
aiyo….. why so much angst..
U look so sad in the photo
*hug*
The text is so sad, yet so true.
I can’t agree more.
so true!
i can”t stop rolling my eyesssss x1000 think i’m gg into coma.
i’m gg to wild honeeey !<3
Hi!
Have you read Ishmael by Daniel Quinn?
growing up’s a bitch. sometimes peter pan’s neverneverland kinda sounds tempting. a singaporean nnl though.. probably will be full of non-aircon sbs buses with tiny white tickets, porcelain plates at kfc, thin deadly mrt cards, SBC, CDIS.. uh oh. nostalgia attack.
so sad yet so true…
lol.. that’s so sad but so true..
nice choice of image to accompany that piece. particularly like that line about the innocent ones straying the furthest.
“Goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.”
I like this.
sigh …so ture isn’t it ?? what were we thinking when we wanted to grow up so fast ???
i meant *true* hahaha
“When protection meant wearing a helmet?”
its still known as helmet to some, eventhough u wear it on the other head.
oh man KS! lol
rozz, if you wrote this, i am speechless. it is so well written and true . kinda like wake up call to me how innocent kids are or we used to be.
wonderful piece writing! =)
i didnt write this.. just sharing
wonderful piece of writing ***
Nice
why on earth is your hair sooo silky i fucking hate my hair every other way i do it ,it’s like a cursed crown i’m wearing on my head
this one hits home. hard.
thanks for sharing this, rozz.
The title “Growing Up” & the author is Amanda S, Monona, WI?
See here:
http://www.teenink.com/poetry/all/article/76905/Growing-Up/
Author’s comments:
I think that this poem really explains what happens when you grow up. If you look back to first grade, and think of all the friends you had that you don’t anymore, all the things you didn’t know, and all the things you believed. Compare that to right now and you can see the change. It’s a very sad change, but it’s not all bad. If I hadn’t grown up, I would have never met alot of the friends I have now.
Wow! I love this!! Would you mind if I were to put it up in future on my blog ? Very nicely said.. a pity the author is anonymous! Credits to whoever who wrote it.
I love this. Gonna share it on my tumblr.
Thanks!
it is so true, it hurts
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