Hey....hey you

Don't let a storm blow out your flame - cross that bridge I'll be waiting for you.

I'm no saint or diamond in the rough. More like a washed up bent over peace of rusted metal that used to hold up your pride. Even so, I tell you this now - whatever it is that you do. You can be proud of it. Don't let the other shiny boxes of upheaval make you believe that your scratches and rust stains make you any less of a reliable object then them. One day they'll be broken down and you'll still be going, despite your rusted over edges, because you did something you enjoyed and they did it all for the money. - you'll last much longer then they will. 

As you eat, sleep, stress, think. There are your words you have to hold dear. You might be a little bruised up and broken. But that's what makes you special. -those metal broken wings mean more to me then those shiny new trinkets. They can tell a story, a story rather than a happiness born from a static adventure. You've cried, you've hurt, you've gotten back up. And for the ones who haven't.... we have to do them survive by putting ourselves back up again. It doesn't matter how many times we're broken down. 

- we've got more story then they do....


so suck it.

Author's Note

So I did a thing, it's poetry but not poetry I guess? It was more of a motivational kick.

Reviews

[dan]

Riv, A nice write, but so many spelling and grammar issues. You do have a natural talent for poetry, but when spelling and grammatical errors distract the reader from its message the piece is watered down a bit. You should pay a bit closer attention to these things. Otherwise a very nice piece. take care...dan

[Willard Wells]

Very nice work. I write words and call what you will, it makes me happy. That's all the really matters about our writing. Thought provoking piece you have here.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Poet.
"- we've got more story then they do...."
We must stand our ground and don't pay attention to the naysayers. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote