Golden Wings

All I want is to fly,
fly with golden wings that take me beyond
beyond where my brown ones can go
Fly to a destination so high that I’m friends with the stars and the sky.

When I’m there, will I smile?
When I’m there, will I fall in love with the sky?
Tell me, giver of golden wings, what’s the price?

There are no free lunches, they say
So do my wings cost me my humanity?
my sanity? or will they lead me to vanity…
Tell me, giver of golden wings, how will I have to pay?

All I want is to fly,
to be mindless and be friends with the stars and the sky.
Too bad I’m still human, and worry about the price
Giver of golden wings, thank you for teaching me to try.

 

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The Devil in a Leather Jacket

Note: This is my attempt at writing from a boy’s point of view. I’m open to any feedback 🙂 This goes against the usual assumption of leather jackets means bad boys. It was inspired by my friend’s art work.

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Her black eyeliner made her glare even more intense than it already was and her maroon lipstick only made her more intimidating; but when she smiled, on that rare occasion, the happiness would outshine any dark makeup that hid her real beauty.

It was then when I fell in love with her, the gothic intimidating “chic” was the one that made me laugh. She caught me in the spell of her dark irises and straight brown locks.

The devil in a leather jacket stole my heart.