Flint Street
  

At sixteen, I had it all, family, friends and life

They called me a gifted athlete, said my star burned bright

I had an easy smile the girls just couldn’t resist

They never saw all the cards clutched inside my fist

They only saw the outside…never looked past the door

Or they would have seen the rest of me…spread out on the floor

 

At eighteen, I made my choice…I set the demons free

I traded in my parent’s dreams…for a chance to be me

It was a fast ride I chose, full of screams and laughter

It still wasn’t enough…I begged to go faster!

I stopped doing circles and graduated to lines

It took me straight to prison where I nearly lost my mind

 

I was dying to try to be reborn

I was both lightning and thunder

All wrapped up in one fatal storm

Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds

I never got lost because I was never found

 

Jail didn’t cure my hungers or stop the pain

It just stoked the fires and fanned the flame

I ran straight toward hell looking for my prize

I lived my life on life’s terms never asking why

I cashed in my future…paid a lofty price

Exchanged it all for something even the devil would despise

 

I took my place on Flint Street when I was twenty-nine

A halfway house for addicts who’ve lost their place in line

It’s hard as steel…it’s a human mill

The last stop for the Ferris Wheel

I had dreams once to…dreams I killed

Oh, how I long for the days on a ball field

 

I was dying to try to be reborn

I was both lightning and thunder

All wrapped up in one fatal storm

Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds

I never got lost because I was never found

 

You have to be sharp with a razors edge

It’s fractured here…this life on the ledge

It’s a lonely place for trampled hearts

A sea of glass eyes that have lost their spark

No need to cry over milk you spilled

Just lick the blood from the battlefield

 

You can stand in line to drink your soup

Exchange your needles…join a group

Find a bed…say your prayers

Don’t complain…nobody cares

It has it’s price…the handouts aren’t free

They take the last of a man, your pride…they took me

 

I was dying to try to be reborn

I was both lightning and thunder

All wrapped up in one fatal storm

Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds

I never got lost because I was never found

 

At thirty eight I went back home

Nowhere left for my soul to roam

The tracks on my arms pointed to the truth

They led me back to the red clay dirt of my youth

Now it doesn’t stain my knees as I slide into base

Instead it’s thrown by a shovel into my face

 

I loved once hard and strong

I lost once…I couldn’t hold on

I gave up on life without a try

I lost my heart on one goodbye

I lost my looks, I lost my youth

I traded death for a taste of truth

 

I was dying to try to be reborn

I was both lightning and thunder

All wrapped up in one fatal storm

Life wasn’t a circle for me it never made its rounds

I never got lost because I was never found


Comments:
 
RaymondSpringer   RaymondSpringer wrote
on 7/1/2008 7:32:45 PM
This is the part of this poem that i felt was the most creative, the most profound, and the deepest insite into the struggle of the human spirit. What a super small group of words. Great job. You can stand in line to drink your soup Exchange your needles…join a group Find a bed…say your prayers Don’t complain…nobody cares It has it’s price…the handouts aren’t free They take the last of a man, your pride…they took me

Michele   Michele wrote
on 6/14/2008 11:07:03 AM
Johnny Cash comes to mind as I read this--very hard-hitting. How you become these rough characters(?) -- congrats on your recent success!

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 6/6/2008 4:31:53 PM
Thanks everyone for taking the time to read and comment. It's still a work in progress so the feedback really helps. I've had a few people ask so, yes, Flint Street is a real street. It is located in Asheville, NC and is home to a halfway house that in the 90's was called Life's Options, Inc and now is called, Life on Life's Terms, Inc. It is truly the last stop.

Warriorprincess55   Warriorprincess55 wrote
on 6/6/2008 1:01:33 PM
Wow! A great part of this song is my life! I felt it in my heart and saw the words jump up off the page at me. Why it is that people who have gone through so much pain have the phenomenal ability to express it so eloquenty? Do you ever wonder? This is beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing.

penname   penname wrote
on 6/6/2008 1:02:06 AM
wow wow. i cant react, it's so unique and charged with fire. the tone works well and i wouldnt change basically anything. It's very unique. at the beginning the line about holding the cards, was a little awkward sounding, but with the rest conjuncted with it...it flowed very well. i really like some of the stretches you took with the rhyme, like spilled and field. some of it was cliche, but it worked with this particular piece of work. very creative and meaningful. again, the tone is what struck me ...fantastic.

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