Just an ornery child
whose honoring something wild
Where is he going?
while everything is flowing
He is not an ordinary bird of the flock
no longer hanging out by the dock
People say he is going nowhere
The steeple says he is going
to migrate to new lands
and he doesn't really have many plans
Jesus Christ saved him
from being just another dim
going out on a whim
just another injured limb
so break a leg
Don't drink the whole keg
What kind of hole did you dig
to jump in
to stay thin?
How he has to say another word
before he can go out to the dock?
About the Creator
Jae Qilin
Aspiring Poet
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Be wary that my pieces are Copywritten, however, if accredited we can discuss terms
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A Glaring Omission
I made peace with being cast out by others pretty early in life. As lonely as it may sound, I don’t recall many times during childhood when those actions affected me any longer than a moment or two. Being deemed the weird/gay/weird gay freak by everyone from neighborhood kids to blood relatives allowed me the privilege of sneaking away whenever I pleased to dive deeper into hobbies that molded the proud pop culture geek and writer I am today.
By Jonathan Apollo6 days ago in Psyche
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