Today, I will melt
In the 100 and 3 degree
Today I will break down
This puzzle, and put it
Today I fight for what my name is…
Today I am the realest, and I feel like this.
Like I’m the truest poet to ever live.
Because I live this shit.
And survive it…
Some can live…
Some get by…
Some try too hard to fly
but fill their head with drugs
like stepping and slipping
on the train tracks,
you realize that this is it.
One slip, you’re finished.
There is only one life I know of.
So fuck all the other stuff
and fill your heart with love.
And maybe we will meet some day by some dumb luck, and I will give you a poem, and you will give me a hug,
And I will say that I wrote this poem for you, and glad that you read my book. And beauty is only skin deep, sometimes you need to take a closer look.
And maybe you will see the scars on my arms are far lesser than yours, and that is because I was giving this gift to write these rhymes,
I use my pen as a sword, to kill the negativity
Refill me when this world has gotten too much for me.
And yeah, I have to take medications.
And yeah I might be different,
But this gift that God gave me is the reason I am living.
And the ink isn’t drying, before the next page is written.
Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. This week’s poem is a selection from his forthcoming collection Train of Thought.