We Dont Die YoungTurn the lights down low. Let me leave this place from the comfort of my own bed at seventy, quick. Sometimes I actually think I’ll be around to see the world die. That would be my luck, as it was my grandmother’s. The quality of life fades, but the heart and mind remain strong. I don’t wish to die, I just want to leave the station before the suffering begins, but we don’t die young.We Dont Die Young by Jaybird101
My blood line speaks for itself. The latest to prove that fact is my father, a hard noised, whiskey drinking wild man. He rode his Heritage to the end of life and back again. Now, his roar has become a groan, but he’s still kicking near eighty. Most his friends are gone now, but their memory still lingers and he has his family.
If this doesn’t sound so bad, that’s because it isn’t, at least not yet. When your existence becomes agony and pain from bones that don’t work, lungs that struggle to breathe, or bowels that won’t move I’d rather take
Age of RealizationToo many have fallen, trying to go my way. In the wake of such an epiphany, I soon realize I am the single greatest common denominator, the link of dissention. I am the train wreck, the bad decision, the bad direction. This is my shit show, so when we stumble and fall I manage to hold on while others slip into the fog.Age of Realization by Jaybird101
It’s sad to think those who have been lost, actually loved me. Why else would anyone follow me to oblivion? And so I must slow my roll, change my flow. Spend more time at home, clean and sober. This was my awaking, my age of realization, a time when truth became clear and screamed at me for change.
Now, I sleep better these days. I step lighter, freer, with more clarity and a clean conscience. I don’t wallow in misery or discontent or fret over things I can’t change. One doesn’t have to fix as much when one isn’t breaking as much.
I guess it doesn’t matter how I found my way to the place before. All that matters is that I found my way
Last Nights RunThere’s money in a stackLast Nights Run by Jaybird101
and a pistol on the floor.
A tattooed hand
dangling just above.
Whiskey bottles scattered
from last night’s run;
a dance with the devil
in the main event.
The ashtrays full
of cigarette butts.
Smoke still lingers
in the air.
The light bulb flickers
to its last breath.
with impending dread.
The dis-hearted sleep
while sirens wail,
up the street
and across the hill.
A crash through the door
and that’s the end.
It’s hard being poor
in Houston, Texas.
gentleman of leisuregentleman of leisuregentleman of leisure by LancelotPrice
A celebrated gentleman of leisure
He'd done nothing but have a rich father
a dad who'd made it all himself
When Da died, he got it all
an instant multi-
And when he died himself
he left only a thousand
He'd lived well
.insomnia is an eight-letter word..a victory in war..insomnia is an eight-letter word. by naikki
.stop licking the wound.
.recall the search.
.in love with.
.an Orphic death.
.you said: words.*
© naikki.deviantart.com - 2013
CruxI’m only sure of two things:Crux by RussianTim
I still carry pieces of your cross on my back and
lilies were your favorite flower
Those last three months-
A silent drive home from the mall
purse full of stolen makeup
Dinners with my family where no one
bothered to make the conversion
Endless hours spent looking at paint samples
and I was smart to not buy the brushes
The line at the liquor store blended
with the lines on the road
At the same time with you
Then it was summer and you talked me into a country drive. We stopped on the side of the road to watch a cow giving birth in the center of a pasture. But, the calf never rose to its wobbly legs or felt the heat of the Indian summer….it never tasted dandelions.
The mother stood by the calf’s body
long past nightfall
and I stood by yours
long after that
Was this what we meant when we said forever?
I’m a middle aged white boy with a past, present, and god willing a future. I’ve lived hard and fast most my life and now it seems I’m slowing. I work for a living and play on the weekends. I enjoy Nascar, Bourbon, and BBQ and I love to grill. I also love to write and I love music. I’m no musician, but I am an enthusiast. My genres include punk rock, Rip Hop, and Reggae music and I don’t do much without them. I enjoy tattoos, back yard parties with friends, and just having a good time in general. I try not to cause problems for anyone and I hate drama. Basically I just want to take care of my responsibilities, my kids, and have a good time along the way. I guess you could say I’m a fairly simple guy.
As for writing, my interest began in late 2008-early 2009 because I never really cared much for shrinks or head doctors. Since then I like to think I’ve grown as a writer, but like most things we embark on I know I will forever be a student of literature. Now, I would love to categorize my writing style for you, throw out words like fixed form and free verse, but I gave that up almost immediately. Instead, I just call it life poetry and tag it as spoken-word leaving the rest up to you. I sincerely hope you enjoy what you find here.
Current Residence: Texas
I think for me, it’s the time away from work,
those holiday projects to keep busy,
the look on my sons face when the tree goes up
and when the presents come out.
It’s the annual New Year’s Eve party
and my son’s fourteenth birthday.
It’s the bonfires and BBQs
and not having to wake to an alarm.
It’s the one time a year
that doesn’t feel like chaos.
So if I don’t see you before 2015
have a Very Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year.