Dangerous Creativity

I wish my demons on no one.

Fuck a feel good piece

I shook hands with fate when I began to write

I knew at the age of ten the price I'd pay

When my heart connected to the pen.

Too much to drink into the darkness I'd swing

Nowadays I swing alone in the park and think

A man now, things have calmed down

Storms have settled

But the past still taps me on the shoulder

Reminding me of when life weighed heavy on me like a boulder

I was cold in so many ways

Toes frozen I'd count the days

Until I could hold her

Summertime eyes had me craving skin on skin

Telling those heavy summer time lies

Waiting for that fall

When the breath shows and the feeling lingers

Short days and longer nights

Lingerie down your thighs

I'd lay awake and watch you sleep praying the sun doesn't rise

A man now, things have settled

But the demons call from the attic of my mind

Knowing that pain creates fury and desire of a different kind

That's dangerous creativity.

The twisted reflection in a broken glass

The fear of young mother with a hungry belly at home who's depending on her to go to class and pass.

The all-in fire in the eyes of a gamblers desire

A long walk at night when things at home ain’t right

I carry a pen in my back pocket

Ready to explode

To create a mess cleaned up with reckless passion

The love was revolutionary

Creativity dangerous

 

-Dev