A Certain Type of Decisive

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I plan on getting his socks back to him soon but they're in the wash so I wrote him a poem? This is the first poem I ever wrote about a guy and it's pretty weird. Oh right, I don't do that here- Blah, blah, mysticism, blah, blah, weird metaphor, blah, different rhetorical device, ect.

This Is Not A Love Poem

August 27, 2019

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You could say he looked like an angel
Like an awkward teenage version of Michelangelo's cherubs,
golden curls and acne
Lady Justice left a permanent mark on him
We were spending our lives learning to be him and he was spending his trying to be anyone else.
March with me into battle, my friend,
Lead me into the flames.
He calls himself Sadness
But I call him a scarf
Or Curly
Or anything else
A nickname like that excludes the possibility for change.
What's he going to be when he is better?
He is going to be happy, again.
He is going to be happy
You could say he looks like an angel, but that's not quite true.
Marching into the sun, carrying the golden light
It's so heavy
I carry it with me, too, and stagger, yet he dances
Do not be mistaken, there is no grace, 
Not in his bony figure with a misaligned spine
His glasses and lopsided grin
Lead me into battle, my brother of arms
But this is not a love poem
There is a unity, as we die of thirst in the setting sun,
as our muscles cramp in unison
Lady Justice left her mark on him
This was never a love poem

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5 Comments
  • A Certain Type of Decisive

    Thank you! It's actually about marching band, believe it or not- the "golden light" and "heaviness" I mention is actually sousaphones (marching tubas). I'm glad you liked it- it's about a close friend but we're really different, but in the same situation of playing the same huge instrument. He was my section leader and I look up to him a lot, but our friendship was always kind of weird.


    10 months ago
  • Loser

    I would consider it a cross between a love poem and the relationship between two soldiers. Quite unconventional and I believe I prefer this to a love poem.


    10 months ago
  • PouringOutTheSun

    This is beautiful, I really loved reading it.


    about 1 year ago
  • aceoftriangles

    Never a love poem. NEVER.


    about 1 year ago
  • rosemarywisdom

    I love the defiance in the title and the echo in the last line. Great job!


    about 1 year ago