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Aug 2018
I just got a sudden chill
I play the song I got drunk alone to
A bluesy sad tune.

You riff off words
My friends say you just trying to be
At my level
You trying
Not for lack of trying
Lack of ability.

I poured whiskey in a glass
And danced around my room alone
Every chug was to wash you away.

I got your poem
If you could call it that
Wondering what you meant.

I was wondering if I'm the big bad wolf to you now
And if I am
I'm okay with that.

I slide underneath the prisms I create
I float my limbs through magical rings of
Bright light knowing I got this
I dance away when I feel lost
And find grounding when I'm confused
Within myself
Within the pink and green light
That surrounds the neon angel wings
That sprout from my back
Any time I'm afraid.

I've laid in bed
Next to this night light many a time
I've glanced up into the mirrors before me
I've been feeling like youth and age
Youth and age something humans put such weight into
And I wish they didn't.

Papa went his own way
Mama goin' her own way too
Fight in tow.

There is somethin' about the deep south
I imagine all the histories and bodies before us
I imagine all the love and pain that
Appears and goes away

I ask and set the bar
For what I want
And what I need

Because what other way is there to live?
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Dathan
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