Current location:	My computer room :3
Current mood:	cheerful
Current music:	Lost- The Cure
Entry tags:	mark, poetry, rent, speed_rent

speed_rent Challenge 106 (SECOND PLACE!)

I'm not looking to catch the stars,
I'm not looking for the glory,
I'm not looking for the fame,
All I want is a little story.

Something I can tell my kids,
When I am old and grey.
Something to tell my family,
When I come home day-by-day.
I just want to tell them,
Of the life painted behind me,
The people that have touched me,
And I like to think are beside me.

The smile that I always feared,
The touch that I always held dear,
The words that made me soar.

I just want to say I was there.
And they probably wouldn’t care,
But deep inside this heart of mine,
It is all I need to survive.
(For years have passed and so have they,
Into worlds I cannot claim)

These wings that I have made for me,
Out of these sacred memories,
Will help me explore this future coming,
And this man that I’m becoming,
And as this life twists and turns,
I’ll be ready,
And willing to be able,
To expose this life against the walls,
And hope for it to cling and stay,
So someone else can see what is meant by these images,
That to most may just seem obscene.

But who’s to say that I am not obscene?
Who is in the field to decide this,
This is not their life,
This is mine.
My own.
And my story.