Stay Gold

The 2 A.M Writer

See her face again

This time just can't be any flashback

Slowly shutting her lips and eyes

She calls me back to Valhalla

And all at once back to Tartarus 

...

It's just another sign you're slipping

No motivation, No creativity

...

Lonely sidewalk wants a hug

Perhaps I should float down 

I see her eyes between the concrete

The sea is calling

Now I'm floating like a lead ball

...

Slipping and dipping

No motivation, No creativity

...

Who ever really cares until you're dead?

 

 

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2017 02:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Fuck, that's the melatonin kicking in. Should probably sleep
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Augustus

    Slipping indeed, but such a neat slide through the ages. May kindred spirits find and guide you.

    • The 2 A.M Writer

      Slipping and dripping we watch our faces melt. You laugh at mine, but yours is the same draining wax

    • swingline

      Loss of inspiration ? Go to the store for more . Along the way your eyes are fine tuned to the reality around . A lone leaf lofty in the lucid air . The bag lady shuffling through her collection of junk giving her a satisfaction we will never know . The hard to open front door of the store grudgingly giving in . The "Hello" from a patron passing you by . Then you by some beer .

      • The 2 A.M Writer

        It's somewhat of a metaphor other things, although your suggestions are very helpful. And I'm too young to buy beer, weed will do for now

        • swingline

          Ha ha ,where there is a will there is reefer .



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