Life can be very overwhelming.
Often we become so consumed with worry
and taking care of others that we forget
who we are as an individual. That feeling
of being ourselves somehow got lost.

OMG now this i just adore syrup....now you and me are cut from the same cloth we know this especially where the blues are concerned and this just ooooozes the blues, i could see everything as i was reading it as clear as day......a fantastic style of write too, i loved how this piece looks 'on paper'

I'd love to see those dandilions :-)

'I miss the innocence of summer,
as my ebony braids twirled upon
a hazy evening and the camp fire
revived me soul'.

^^^^^^now this is just pure indulgence in the most fantastic way!!! This took me back to a time genuinly when blues saved my life and i just melted away......

I just squeaking loved this and love you syrup :-))) epic 'bluesy'write :-)))

I miss the innocence of summer

this is a fine line in your poem, well written

Really beautiful poem, it screams out" I'M WRITTEN BY ANDREA" for those who know you:)
I love it..

I love that you wrote this your way, and as I read it, I imagined you reading it aloud...which really gave the poem a great feel and all...such a great write here Andrea

Love ya xxxx

Awh this poem is filled with such serenity.. i love it. . and i like how you kept the spelling the way you wanted it. . . sounds beautiful :)

As I was reading it, I found those words, and I was like hmm.. this unlike Andrea's type of writing but I remember that it was on the slang category, then I saw the note and it confirmed my thoughts. I like the tranquil atmosphere of this piece, going back to what we used to love doing.

"I miss the innocence of summer,
as my ebony braids twirled upon
a hazy evening and the camp fire
revived me soul'."

This stanza created the most vivid image when I was reading it. And hence, it's my favorite from this poem.

Hun I love the images in this poem. I feel like I went to the past with you while reading it, as if you were taking me on some kind of journey with you.

It was strange to see the purple background. I had to look at it twice to see what genre this poem was in and I like it, something different from you.

Awesome write hun

x

I loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooff this piece.... I wanna' rock the blues with you, too... I wanna sing Etta also... !!! :)

You brought happiness with this. Amazing Andrea

Well! I am quite offended at your statement located at the bottom, Andrea...tsk tsk. I am only trying to help when I point out typos... >.<

Just kidding :) I know that can be annoying sometimes, and I imagine that comment is not just targeted at me :P

I wish that I could've known if this was true. I know you like the blues, but sometimes it is just so hard to tell if it is really true. I have assumed some of the poems on here are true, and have come up looking like an idiot because they weren't -_- , so naturally, I am going to assume that this is true :D

'I danced wildly, with dandy's in my hair,
diggin my toesys in the grass,
as Etta and I sang the blues,
along with Big Momma Thornton,
we rocked the house, the day
the blues saved me.'

^ I have to say that this is my favorite stanza in this poem - it really stood out for me. Even though I am not a particular fan of the blues (sorry, I never really go into it), it made me want to do all of this with you. It made me want to put dandy's in my hair, and walk around barefoot. It also made me want to sing the blues too, even though I would probably pop everyone's eardrums because I can't sing worth my life...

'I just wanna go back, where being a hippy was pure
and I was free, just free to be me....'

^ I love this ending - it is perfect in my opinion :) I have heard some bad things about the hippy era, because my mom was also a hippy - I know there were quite a few drugs moving around at that time. However, I am sure there some good aspects about that era as well, such as being free :)

Overall, I really like this poem. I shows your appreciation of the blues and how much you loved your childhood (if this was true).

Excellent
5/5

I smiled the whole time I was reading this poem. The imagery is amazing and I could see you dancing around a camp fire with bare feet and dandelions in your hair singing along with the blues. :)