SandBox DaysI miss those sandbox days,SandBox Days by ~TokyoCarWash
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When everything was simplistic.
When days felt as though they'd never end,
When Playgrounds were "The place to be."
Cool kids were determined
By the amount of crayons they had,
Our parents were our best friends,
And our father was our hero.
When boys had cooties
And heartbreaks were non-existent.
When Falling off our bikes
Were the worst thing we could think of.
When scrapes and bruises
Could be healed with a mother's kiss.
Friends were just what they were called,
And were determined by your personality,
And enemies were just petty rivalries
Consisted only of homework,
And nothing more.
Your alert to come home
came from your mother yelling
From the back door.
When Barbies and dinkies
Were the "it" things,
People didn't care about
What you were wearing.
Money was no object,
And we were so carefree
Lighthearted and curious.
Tears only fell
When we didn't get our toy
We wanted so badly.
We were SO anxious to grow up,
To become a "big kid,"
The Perfectionists Oath"I, the perfectionist,The Perfectionists Oath by ~NVZgirl
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do hereby declare,
to make every work prefect;
this I solemnly swear.
To write better than I can,
and then search for the flaws
that make my work less than perfect,
that break a perfectionist's laws.
And until every work is prefect,
none of them will be seen
by friends, family members,
or anybody other than me."
Thus is the oath of a perfectionist,
and a foolish oath indeed,
because we aren't always prefect,
and others we can't always please.
Everything has its flaws,
one way or another,
and until we see that,
we might as well not bother
writing, or drawing, or
creating what we make best,
because everything is a failure
in the eyes of a perfectionist.
Try saying this oath instead,
the one for a person who admits,
that they are only human,
and cannot be prefect:
"I, the mortal man,
do hereby admit,
that I'm only human,
and quite less than perfect.
Perfection can't be obtained
in this short life,
and if I try to obtain it,
my life will be a bitter strife.
Dream OnWe are friends, you and I.Dream On by ~NVZgirl
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We've stuck closer than brothers,
and always look out for each other.
You tell me your goals.
Your numerous dreams,
your wishes to succeed.
So many things come out of your mouth.
I drown in your positiveness,
and, with a smile, I cheer for your happiness.
But others overhear what you tell me.
"Dream on!" they say with a laugh,
and when you are shy in silence I speak up on your behalf.
"It's not just a dream!" I say to them.
"One day . . . one day you'll see!
"One day it'll be reality!"
But with hands covering their laughs,
and their amused faces to the ground,
they walk away- but not without giving you a wound.
"I'll show them," you say with clenched fists.
"I'll work hard, so in the end,
my dreams will come true- this I intend!"
Years later, we were still friends,
you told me your dreams had finally come true,
and you ran into those who laughed at you,
As we talked, I couldn't help but grin,
because I only had one question to ask you:
Now, who was laughing a