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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.
6.21The salty ocean air never hit my lungs,6.21 by BeyondJen
nor the scents of baked yeasts and coffee beans.
My senses missed the warmth of the heat coming off the asphalt,
but picked up on your passerby-eyes finding me there.
Copyright © 2013 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
On A LoopDawn again; lavender sky, darker purple clouds on the horizonOn A Loop by Bark
The slightest touch of pink begins to rise
The cogs of the city begin slowly to turn
The banner I watched a man working on yesterday has fallen again
It hangs by one side, downed by the night winds
Today he will stubbornly fix it once more
There’s a method to the madness, but there is madness in the method
As day stumbles drunkenly over night
In endless repetition, dark and light
Miles away, I hear the song of the dentist’s drill; dawn has broken
Time to wash the night from your hair
Time to hang your banners once again
QuestionsA thousand monitors in a dark field, all flashing blueQuestions by Bark
A ghost in the machine, he said
I began going down the rows, smashing each with a hammer
Nothing will ever grow here again
Did you know about the stars?
Do you know what’s waiting behind the door when you get home?
How many toes have fallen off since we walked together?
Are you whole enough to make it home, where the pictures on the walls watch your every move?
How long has it been since we really talked?
You don’t even remember me, do you?
bow EEEEEbow EEEEEbow EEEEE by LancelotPrice
I felt as alien
as Bowie in a skinny well-dressed high
striped and striped and whipped by stupids
that red stripe
that mark of special
eyes that looked on things 'they' could not see
mouth that spoke the words 'they' didn't even know of
they're all asleep
and can't even think of waking
That's the way it was
That's way it still is
It's not gonna ccchhhhaaaange
Lancelot Price 2013 December 12
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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.