I've seen boys turn into men
hands full of grenades
made of anger, of hurt of
cold
hard
beer
and smiles that could light-
no ignite
This cold heart of mine
I've known boys so steady
so calm
so sure
But they ended up dragging me-
along the cold hard pavement floor
Until I was nothing but a tattered corpse
They let me go
Like children do balloons
When my burdens grew too heavy
For the both of us to bare
I've seen boy's
-no men
With eyes so bright
so happy
so full of
life
I've known kids
so
so hollow
so empty
That even a rhyme couldn't describe
And I tell them to sit
sit down
and write it all out
But the paper grows damp
From the tears of their pens
And their poems unstructured
Their names but a blur
So now I know
I know
You can't tame all wild things
You cannot confine
Pain
To paper
As Pen to paper
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 3:06 PM UTC
I've seen boys turn into men
hands full of grenades
made of anger, of hurt of
cold
hard
beer
and smiles that could light-
no ignite
This cold heart of mine
I've known boys so steady
so calm
so sure
But they ended up dragging me-
along the cold hard pavement floor
Until I was nothing but a tattered corpse
They let me go
Like children do balloons
When my burdens grew too heavy
For the both of us to bare
I've seen boy's
-no men
With eyes so bright
so happy
so full of
life
I've known kids
so
so hollow
so empty
That even a rhyme couldn't describe
And I tell them to sit
sit down
and write it all out
But the paper grows damp
From the tears of their pens
And their poems unstructured
Their names but a blur
So now I know
I know
You can't tame all wild things
You cannot confine
Pain
To paper
As Pen to paper
Unfinished. And not one of my best.