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Nov 2012
straight at the sun and my eyes are going numb,
screaming at the top of my lungs,
im done,
my nerves strewn on digital signs shining down like sweet salvation in release,
lines divided as im stalling cause im bored now,
i cant thrive on ******* empty reasons,
lying down straight back to where i was,
and slipping in my art breaks out and i get lost again,
inhale, inhale, and im on top again, so begin,
vision blurring,
my distant future turning,
i can see that im not this way,
i can see that im not afraid to just be,
break back kid cause its got the motivation,
its up there behind that horizon,
slipping down into the cup and through those spirals across that sacred ground, you drink heavy voodoo poison,
you blow apart your mind and time,
you fly low and feel free, you live in the smile,
power,
you know the power of freedom.
marcus pendergraft
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marcus pendergraft  30/M
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