I'm No Dancer

this poem was inspired by the song "While Sailing" by The Lovely Sparrows. Hope you guys like it.

I'm drinking black coffee that's staining my teeth

While the fire is burning on ever so quietly 

And the fog is rolling in from another rainy night

Flicking the power off and on, playing with my light

Well I'm longing for a place that does not exist 

And a home I never thought I'd miss

But I can't find that place again

Maybe it has something to do with my lost innocence 

This fuzzy thought that's floating in my head

Playing with the smoke from my cigarette

While I fumble around with the life I've got left

Trying to fix things that are no longer here

That faded as time danced away this year

But I swear I'm no dancer my dear

So I find it quite easy to fall over my feet

Tripping all over the rolling little beat

That the universe seems to keep playing to me

I promise you all, a poet I am not

Just trying to get down all these pointless little thoughts

Making room for the things I need to be thinking

Instead of longing for answers I wont ever see

And failure keeps dogging my heels

While death breathes down my neck with his close friend fear

 Along with stupid little feelings I can't help but feel 

I'm keeping track of the days that keep fading

Wishing I could say the words I've kept keeping

Ever so sweetly blending together 

In a memory I wont ever remember 

Cause before I know it I'll be dusty bones

Buried in my 6 foot grave all alone

And they wont know the mistakes that I've made

They'll just see the pretty little name

That's been etched into my pretty little gravestone

As my stele whispers a soft goodbye and hello

Author's Note

reviews would be great! Tell me what you think about the theme, the rhyming, and what it made you feel. Also check out the song that inspired me to write this, they're a great group.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

I think this is a desire and fear so familiar to our new age.thinking we have a long list of things to accomplish before we ever leave here.i have found that all of us here in the states are indoctrinated with this idea that there are so many things to do go immortalize ourselves influence others leave a record and do enough good deeds to enter heaven .However I believe the truth is this.take your time enjoy your life smile with friends .be there when they need you

[A. Amos]

Love your style of writing brilliant and elegant. Thanks for sharing

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"before i know it i'll be dusty bones"

and i hope i leave more than a name on my headstone...
i'm just trying to make sense of it all...and leave my mark...

to me this is so much about writing...i'm not a dancer but i can dance quite well...i can trip over my feet, but i get around.

and i am not a poet...yet my words say very much to the contrary...

as do yours, Megan.

this gives me a feeling of things i might have said, but you mouthed them with your pen..and i can only nod in agreement.

and maybe get up and do a little dance, hoping i don't trip.

jacob

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AMAZING!!! I like how visualize the poem. I enjoyed this awesome poem
Good job :3
Rating 100/100

[Hopesunderground]

This is really amazing, i really enjoyed it :)

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

This honestly reminded me of the existentialism of the show 6 feet under.

[Gastelum]

in one shade of this parallax of life i understand when someone knows how life truly is, and while reading this piece i could feel how you peer out of your eyes upon this life.
this piece evokes a soft and eerie feeling, like watching smoke rise from a brush fire a few miles away; you know there is a violent flame and residue of mean embers producing that soft elegant smoke.
it is as though the fire within you produced this billowing and swaying smoke of writing that has captured a crucial frame in the element of this life. it seems like a very clean-cut take on stream of consciousness, yet so much more refined, but still full of an acute emotion.
the end where you use the word "stele" is blowing my small mind. i'm quite sure you understand what duality can be taken from that word. christ, megan, i can taste that last sentence as i mediate on its meaning(s).

i f****n' love this.

[MAC]

i can't stand not being original but gee Rock and Roll Cowboy must of picked by well guarded brain-lock and stole my top secret highly effective and most brilliant reviews. ~L~ i completely agree with him. excellent write!

[Meghan]

I love this! It reminds me a lot of my style, and I really enjoyed reading it. The song you mentioned seems to be impossible to find, but you can definitely tell there is a song-like flow to this piece. Beautiful and relatable. I loved it. Great work

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Tap dancing around our problems can last only so long before we get tripped up by reality... oh and yes once innocence is gone there is no going back. Nicely written.