I Wrote Madly In Youth
I wrote madly in youth. I wrote because I had so much to see and so much to say. I had to share what I saw in the oranges of the desert nights, the way the drugs made my mind sting, and the pretty girls spun in the youth and dust -- this dream, everything we’d found, it was ours, and would be forever-- it was easy then, the pen and the paper were two cans on a string to the stars, and I wrote what they told me in all the colors they said-- but it’s different now, the purples aren’t as purple, the drugs don’t sting, and the girls dance far away as if ghosts/shadows of some abandoned town the string to the stars has worn loose, and we the children look at the stars less, for they lied to us, they broke their promise--- we did not live forever. xx Atticus @atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com Other poems read today: "Indian summer" by Dorothy Parker "My Lost Youth" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
