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
The Verdict.The Verdict. by whimsicalworks
A strong silence
as they rose to their feet.
swung like a pendulum
balancing its weight evenly
waiting to dock
when the time was right
for them though, not him.
scrambled his thoughts
trying not to let the walls
climb any higher
or push any closer
to his already suffocating chest.
Then the floor beneath
smashing his fall
and numbing the pain
to where precisely,
he was at.
The hand cuffs
walked with him
strait-laced, cold company
marching in rigid embrace
to darkened prison
and a lonely life.
The full force
of his cell door locked,
against internal screams
deafening the Jury's
Guilty as charged!!
Only he knew
this was undoubtedly,
'A Travesty of Justice'..
AMY - whimsicalworks - 22/08/2011
My Past is Presently FutureMy mind swims in vitriolMy Past is Presently Future by TwistedAnger
Corrosive thoughts form burnt offerings
Decayed and deconstructed pieces of my soul
Presented in black wrapping and blood colored bows
I backstroke through the ash, choking on smoke
Floating in the void between losing and loss
The beginning and end
The why, where and when
Lost in the poisoned hallways
The lostways of what I was then
I will wander here in wonder of what I became
Never saying goodbye to the old me, my hated friend
A weak, sad reminder of what I could have been
You see, when you say goodbye you must mean it
Else, you'll be saying hello again before the sun sets
So, you'll never get a goodbye from me old friend
I know my internal torture will never truly end
My Brother's KeeperHe sits in the cold with his raveled glovesMy Brother's Keeper by erziban
And his unkempt hair a halo around his head
Nose red from the chill, clothes dirty and old
And his hand outstretched
Don't walk away
She sits in the back of the class in her faded jeans
Quietly pushing her glasses up her nose
Not making eye contact, not speaking
Trying to be invisible
Don't look away
She has a bruise on her neck that she tries to hide
As she pays for her groceries at the checkout stand
And her eyes are red from weeping
And her hand shakes as she pays
Don't keep silent
We are our brother's keeper;
We are the hand that raises them up
The voice that comforts them
The ears that hear their calls
Don't turn away
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.