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.

[Adelia Alighieri]

Such a story behind all of it..A great reflection. I enjoyed reading this, keep writing! :)

[These Haunted Hallways]

Haha! Yep, i agree with many points in this one. Sometimes we wish things imaginary and want to be in it. Then there are times where reality kinda conflicts with things, but sometimes also lets us take advantage of opportunities to make our dreams come true, too, i guess lol. Great piece!

M.

[Poeticadia]

A very original thought... cutting ourselves out of the world as if the bigger picture really were made out of paper... and how we would save ourselves the pain and pressure of time if we could do just that.

Poignant and thought-provoking. Excellent!

[Ladysue]

wow, this goes to the depths of the soul, extremely powerful and sad. this is amazing writing...

[Calypso]

I liked this one. So well written.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what an incredibly reflective poetic~ imagery is gripping and your list of days through existence in this stanza . . . .

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.

. . . .is incredibly heartbreaking especially so since so many see it the same way~
haunting and affecting writing~

[Kerry O'Connor]

I love Cat Stevens' "Wild World", love this picture and the creativity of the piece.
Paper thin imaginary cut-out children
Are all that remind you of your own childhood,
Inherently survivors of misadventures....
This kind of says it all for me, about the illusive memory of the girl I once was.

[Skoo.]

Powerful and haunting, I love it (:

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

We seem to grow up wat too fast, every child wants to be an impossible imagination. Where Daddy owns a helicopter and the Loch Ness Monster is their best friend. Brilliant poem my friend.