Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
He just wrote it.
He buried himself in words.
He didn't need paper to succeed, he just flew
in an airplane suspended by thoughts-
not his, but big strong thoughts-
he flew,
upon letters of recommendation
and capital sentences:
to jump his bail, fly the coop, escape from jail.
He folded his passion in life ori-gami,
gave it some ****** with his mind,
and off it went,
finding some draft in the stale and lifeless air.
He lept off the cliff, and what luck-
He flew.
Written by
Xallan  21/Other/Earth
     Ken Pepiton, Nylee, ---, Dani, Jen and 6 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems