I learned how to fly against my will
Being tossed from one branch to another
Falling just so far before desperation
Momentum
And Inertia
Caught up with me
When I was little
I dreamed of taking to the skies
Floating in freedom and majesty
Bursting through clouds and over sunsets
Melting into the horizon
But once you get high enough
The sky isn't blue
It's gray
And the clouds are never soft or warm
They're cold and clammy
Like an unwanted hand holding too tight
Flying could never be free
When I don't have any place to land
And my wings are tired
My eyes start to blur
I'm afraid if I fall asleep
I'll plummet
But you can only fall so far
Before desperation
Momentum
And inertia catch up with you
Melting you not into the horizon before you
But into the one behind
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Please, Disregard
PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
