"renagade" poems
Drifting upward through the Atmosphere
Away from this earth, I'm a ******* space cadet
I've found my place in the universe.
With no worries left, I'll do as I please
I'll throw rocks at the stars and ask Jesus for ****
Cause remember I'm a ******* space cadet,
Renagade of the air,
With no consequence,
I just don't care.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:13 AM UTC
I was between boy and man.
Had no direction, but I wanted to stand.
On solid ground, only had quicksand.
One night I pulled from the bone.
There was a voice like my own.
I didn't feel quite so alone.
I tried to flex, but I wasn't fully grown.
I was a member, but just an ember,
I was an elemental, I was fire.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
They never knew what to do with me.
When I look back, it wasn't easy.
I tried to be how they said I should be.
There was no way that it ever could be.
One time I thought I might be alright.
Then I picked someone else's fight.
I gladly gave my time in the light.
And I went back under the cover of night.
I was a sinner, but I was a winner.
I was eternal, I was fire.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
Behind the moonwalk,
Long before the swelling sea,
The riverbank was eroding,
Crumbling like the memory
Of my only dream.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
I was a renagade, I slipped from the iron cage.
I was insane, crazed,
Steered by the moon's phase.
I had a long way to crawl.
I was a teen-age outlaw,
A living, diseased claw
Not yet in the prime of my life.
I was a savage' young,
a raving romantic
Surviving under cover of night.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC