A poem I wrote a few minutes ago, for today.

Everybody’s saying the world’s ending,
But it’s 3:30am, and I’m still fine.
The sky looks great from here
And I’m just glad to be in my own bed, tonight.
‘Cause for the last three months
I’ve weathered the storms of states you’ll never see,
And in the end,
I came out alive and ahead, a self-made hopeful boy that was never a thief.

I’ve got a stack of books waiting to be read,
each pretty in their own way.
I’ve got a girl in my bed who loves me now,
and I don’t mind it when she calls me names.

Everybody’s saying the world’s ending,
But it’s 3am, and I’m still awake.
My Christmas lights hung in the irony of my own mind
Are still gathering new bits of dust, and shedding new light with each breath they take.
‘Cause for the last twenty-two years
I’ve fought the good fight in ways you’ll never know,
And for now,
I’m breathing with a beating heart made of dirt and soul.

I’ve got a stack of notebooks waiting to be filled,
each empty in their own way.
I’ve got a plan to fill those bastards with my stories of the good fight,
for the children of the new age.

Copyright 2009. Chad Sugg. CS Publishing.

By the way, I’m announcing big news about my next book tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon :)

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    believe. It, however, is always time...night, that beautiful big soul
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    Chad, you’re incredible. :]
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