Childhood Realistically is Paper Cut-Outs of the Past

Anti-reality kids love to pretend & hate telling the truth. To be a part of life we have to be cut-out of it. Listen to Cat Stevens 'Wild World' and watch Park Chan-wook's I'm a Cyborg, But That's OK.

Sleepwalking through life,

Cut out of shadows,

Forever the world tears us apart.

The future is a flower that never blooms,

Anti-reality the past is a diseased root.

Sooner or later the present is all that flourishes.

Paper thin imaginary cut-out children 

Are all that remind you of your own childhood,

Inherently survivors of misadventures.

You know how it feels but I don't want to think about it,

For some reason I want to keep some things to myself.

Little creatures don't have much to think about

(But they do have a lot to be scared of)

Birds startled out of trembling trees by explorers.

Kids hate telling the truth but love to pretend.

You already know the story of my life so far;

Sunday falling over myself in the slowing of time,

Monday there's no way back everything feels so far away,

Tuesday alarm clock startles myself out of my bones,

Wednesday overslept and half asleep the rest of the day,

Thursday awoken by bin-men disassembling my limbs,

By Friday everything's my fault and I just want to disappear,

Saturday and all I want to do is sleep till I am no longer alive.

To be a part of reality we have to be cut-out of life.

Vanishing day by day till you feel free again,

Its only natural that people don't leave us alone.

For some reason we become safer by ourselves,

No longer little kids pretending to be big creatures.

Pretending just to be somewhere else, anywhere else

Save yourself the pain.

 

Reviews

[M Baker]

Well, another piece that I love. You perfectly capture what it is like to be so afraid of the waking world that one would do anything to escape it. Escaping reality with daydreams and other forays into the imagination always seems so innocent and therapuetic. However, sometimes the escape leads to the question of whether disappearing into an imaginary world--some unreality--is what's best for that person? Is that the only way true art is made? Does a person have to "just want to disappear" in order to function? Or does that escape leave us as only functional in the unreality and completely awkward in the waking world? Regardless of what the answer may be, this great poem ilicits such questions.

[trainwreck]

You know how it feels but I don't want to think about it,
For some reason I want to keep some things to myself.

This really hit me. Your whole poem was so intense and well crafted, I wanted to be inside the lines. The whole thing was very poetic, but the end had a feel of a grander picture. Great job, as always.

[Seshat Nidaba]

You think the thoughts that we have always thought and put it into words: "The future is a flower that never blooms, Anti-reality the past is a diseased root." - a beautiful line. Your philosophical content in your poems continues to refresh me and is the most profound literature perhaps on this site!

In particular I felt the three line stanzas were more essentially poetic. But maybe it's just easier to read.

[Crowley]

Experience seems to be the only apt teacher the universe has to offer. Sometimes youngsters don't have enough of a point of reference because of a lack of experience, and once the lesson is learned it can cause the world to take on a tarnished hue....but I think it comes back around once people realize that they can "do" for themselves. Great think piece and wonderful writing.....loved it.

[WhoIsAmelia?]

That was beautiful, but makes me sad for some reason. I'm not a little kid (though i still act like it sometimes), but I still love to imagine myself away and not confront things (probably not a good thing...) so I really enjoyed this.

[Bubo]

Stunning and fantastically vivid.........to escape into a dream world as we might have done as children.......no longer possible, very much enjoyed reading you, so many things to think about ~ thank you!

You already know the story of my life so far;
Sunday falling over myself in the slowing of time,
Monday there's no way back everything feels so far away,
Tuesday alarm clock startles myself out of my bones,
Wednesday overslept and half asleep the rest of the day,
Thursday awoken by bin-men disassembling my limbs,
By Friday everything's my fault and I just want to disappear,
Saturday and all I want to do is sleep till I am no longer alive.
To be a part of reality we have to be cut-out of life.

[KAREN]

Full of powerful meaning, loved it from start to the very last word!

[Andrew Wright]

This is going in my favorites; something in my heart, some weak and feeble muscle stretches painfully at the story this gives.

[wafa]

Great, i really like it, i liked the meaning of being cut out to be a part of life, to vanish till you feel free…we need this ultimate feeling this final point to make a new start, I also like it the description you make of the week…great work pro full of imagery and symbolism…congratulations!!!

[Quinn Blackburn]

Poetic kirigami :o)

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

This is amazing, every word blooms with imagery, and a story behind it.