Them.

Learning lessons from the ones that hurt you.

I wanna be like them. All of the ones that left me behind. No, I want to be all in one.

The hazel-eyed dragon. The freckled menace. The blue-eyed kraken. The player’s apprentice.

What a perfect image, and I’m but a frame. Tell me what it takes to stake a claim, to make a name. Don’t wanna be a butt in the ashtray. Don’t wanna be the butt of jokes, the crass play. They all say, “ What? Who? We?”

I’m not worth their memory. I’ve no dignity, nothing left to lose. Everything to gain, I’ll put my neck around the noose. This time, I choose.

Reviews

[Surya pradha]

man, this got me hooked. really different from what I've read so far. graet title and an even better ending. Keep writing!

[Lizzie Mitchell]

You're writing is very attention-holding. Nice portrayal of thoughts and emotions.

[Adam Adams]

Your poetry expresses the showcase of heart-bounds wounded around the world that gives it only the pain / heartaches in disguise so, it's good to make revolutions not to get trapped inside... anymore. Nice imagery you've come up with. Liked it!

[Lookwithinsight]

Thank you!!!! I'm not entirely sure what you mean by the first part. I tend to write better sad things than happy.

[Adam Adams]

Your're welcome! I mean by the fire part... you write with your heart, no matter how pain the world gives you. You let your feelings go outta your spirit in words .. to write .. jot down pieces, because, love gives you happiness and brings you the loaf of sadness either, but you live through your life ... and ain't care of those who leave you behind. Something like that.