0 - Unfinished poetry 47

Once upon a life          
         
         
Once I was 7 years old,          
I had a best friend          
And I even had a girl who said she liked me.          
Once I was 11 years old...          
         
         
It was a scary time ‘cause big school terrified me.        
I had to grow up quick, no more fun just simply being a kid.          
My best friend went away and my brother he just disowned me.          
That’s when I found Oasis and later rock, I think it starts with indie.          
A kid said “Insane in the Membrane” to me in a corridor.          
I’ll come back to that when I’ve wrote a little more...          
         
         
Once I was 16 years old...          
I had a low paying job; I spent it all on music.          
They were the poet’s of my youth before I even knew it.          
I used to sing along, would always get the lyrics wrong.          
It’s a happy thing I did it seems,          
Because that kind of thing it always stuck with this childhood dream.          
It helps me sometimes make my own stolen songs.          
I may need copyright, but that ain’t even on my mind,          
Oh there’s my bong...          
         
         
Once I was 17 years old...          
I took my first drag, but not from an e-cigarette.          
I smoke too many now because I couldn’t smoke it out in public.          
Found my first true love, but she left me when I reached 18 years old.          
She was a stunner, who I did truly love,          
Even though she was so far away, she was never cold.          
She thought it was simply a young boys infatuation, she wasn’t sure,          
But she was the only way, I knew that much and she seemed truly pure.          
         
         
Once I was 18 years old...          
Tried my first beer one day and instantly took a hatred to it,          
So I drank Vodka, mixed with Redbull,          
It sure did have a slow hit...          
         
         
Once I was 21 years old...          
Suddenly one day a poem just came to find me.          
I’d always wanted to write songs, but I’m just writing stories.          
Wrote my first song a while later          
And wrote the first verse on my free wall.          
It’s not my best but what do you expect?          
Before that I had written nothing at all.          
Found my second love of my life          
And then the world turned.          
I crashed and I burned and lost a fragile mind,          
Because of her...


Once I was 22 years old...
I met a girl who literally went and saved my life.
I couldn't love her, but I did love her, kind of, in a way.
But because she wasn't the last one who came before,
I couldn't let me love her,
Because the one before I would have taken as my wife,


Once I was 23 years old...          
Always loved rap music and now Cypress took a toll on me.          
I wasn’t dancing, I was falling into Virtual Insanity.        
Sat alone inside of world without a sanity line.          
Spent a while bouncing around the walls just to pass the time...          
         
         
Once I was 24 years old...          
I was still writing about love,          
That never seems to last,          
But that’s another story,          
Maybe you already heard one or two like that from me.          
Tried to get published for the first time          
And the last about 6 months later down the line.          
I was a noob as a writer, so I gave up on it.          
Now I’m older and I’m no longer a kid,          
I was a hater...          
         
         
Once I was 25 years old...        
I had written a lot of poetry by this time,        
Because it was easy to rhyme.        
Time to write a story about a corrupted wizard boy...        
         
         
Once I was 27 years old...        
Gave up on novels decided to stick to my poetry.        
It’s what I know, it’s what comes easy, it’s essential to me.        
       
       
Once I was 30 years old...          
Met a woman, not a girl, thought I needed a change.    
Same old story, only this time left me with a damaged brain.          
Went complete, off the rails, into panic mode.          
Lost everything, total failed and head went overload.    
Found a box to hide inside and they kept me there,      
For what seemed like years but was probably only weeks.          
Kept on writing my poetry,          
But the stories that I wrote during that stage,          
I guess they were not really ‘neat!’.          
         
         
Once I was 36 years old...          
Wrote my thousandth poem!          
And just kept right on writing wrongs.          
Still easy writing but I still struggle to create a song.          
         
         
Now I am 44 years old...          
Got 1880 done and a few in the unfinished category..    
Still writing new stuff, love the old stuff, it’s the same old me...          
         
         
Soon I’ll be 45 years old...          
I had a dream once when I guess I was an adult kid.    
It still lingers with me, because I told it to me, I played everything.          
         
         
There was a scale and it was falling from 100 down to zero.          
It kept falling and I just stood there          
And watched it, never been a stand up hero.          
Got to 70 and I began to really panic this time.          
Skipped past 60 and I shouted at it but there was no reason or rhyme.          
Somehow when the pendulum struck 50 I managed to make it stop!          
I said I would die when I turned 50,          
Now I guess its just over 5 years I got.          
         
         
One day I’ll be 50 years old...          
Smoking will get me in the end and I won’t regret a single thing.    
I’ll keep writing like I did when I stopped being a kid.
I’ll be here writing to you all until the bitter end.   
I hope you’ll all stay with me in these trying times...  
My world of poetry friends.          
         
         
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