And With His Last Words, He Learned His Lesson.
Musings Bordering on Poetry
This is an exercise
So I don’t hurt you, me or her
Bleed the poison on the page and stand a chance
That this won’t all be in vain
“I used to write for a living, now I write just to stay alive”
The One To Watch
It used to be easy to see the light from the dark
At least in the dark they cheer for you
We’re a generation raised by Tyler Durden.
One step from immortality, one from the grave
The Indians called it firewater, the blood of Icarus
It’ll get you known as the one to watch, and the one to take down
Turn back or abandon hope
You’re not as young as you used to be
Find a place to rest your weary bones
Hang up your spurs and grow old.
And The Shadow Followed
None so proud of a drunken stupor
It gave me my voice
Even if it tried to kill me
I found the art in falling, knowing I could always get up But a shadow followed, said "You will hear me"
I’ve taken greater men then you
The shadow struck, left her mark.
Now she looms again.
May As Well Be Me
Burn me at the rapture
For standing in the light
It’s gonna be somebody
May as well be me
Hang me for my treason
Turns out I was alone
Had to be somebody
May as well be me
About the Creator
Conor Miggan
31, Irish, living in London. I teach children for a living, on a good day they teach me too. I have a son, he's the greatest motivation I've ever had.
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