Cowboy Memories

[Flint]

I’ve been sittin’ in the dark a lot lately

Drinking whiskey on the rocks

Listening to mortality ebb away

Tick tock, Tick tock

Catering to my sense of apathy

I sit and gaze upon the world distastefully

Home movies playing in my mind

Painful as they may be, constantly I rewind

Never moving forward because I still feel the same inside

Still feel the rawness of the pain

A man reduced to tears over the same thing again

Some say I’m moody these days

Say I better grow up and change my ways

What they don’t know is that actually

I’ve grown up way too quick

And at the age of a young 20 I feel the burdens

Of death and sorrow

Heart ache and the lack of a better tomorrow

Weighing me down

I drink my whiskey

A mans drink, so they say

Read my books

It’s a perfect escape

Smoke the odd cigar here and there

Not good for my heart

But a part of me doesn’t seem to care

I do have an inner child, so I do

I visit him once in a while

But even he looks tired and overdue

I try to entice him, placing my cowboy hat on my head

He shows a withdrawn smile

And together we reminisce about childhood dreams and games

Where we’d run around in the woods

Playing cowboy with our toy guns

Always conflicted on which type of guy to be

The good, the bad or just the plain ugly!

Sometimes still today

I wish I was a cowboy for real

It’s not that it looks glamorous

But the sounds of horses hooves running

And the look of the dust as it splatters under their feet

With a painful yet hopeful glimmer on the riders eyes

It just seems so real to me

Life is rough but they don’t give up.

[Guest therisa]

Even cowboys cry, Matthias. Now, would you get out of my head, please? Your poetry is hitting a lot of similar memory, but of, being a girl.

[Flint]

Even cowboys cry, Matthias. Now, would you get out of my head, please? Your poetry is hitting a lot of similar memory, but of, being a girl.

Sorry to be in your head. *hugs*

I like this "Even cowboys cry" In fact. If you don't mind, I might just use that as a title for a book I may write or another piece like this.

[JJ]

Beautiful! I grew up in the West-a Texan. Cowboy is a state of mind. Of arrogance and sorrow. Just like Willie saiid

You are such a special person. I like and admire your quiet ways. Your quirky humor and your talent

JJ

[Guest therisa]

Go ahead and use it, Matthias. Words are meant to be shared, not hoarded in some dark and dusty place.

[Guest Opal]

I believe I once heard a phrase, "Cowboy Tough", a special kind of toughness. That did not preclude crying, though.

"Good to see you on, Matt!" *Waves*

[Flint]

Beautiful! I grew up in the West-a Texan. Cowboy is a state of mind. Of arrogance and sorrow. Just like Willie saiid

You are such a special person. I like and admire your quiet ways. Your quirky humor and your talent

JJ

Thanks.

[Flint]

I believe I once heard a phrase, "Cowboy Tough", a special kind of toughness. That did not preclude crying, though.

"Good to see you on, Matt!" *Waves*

I like "cowboy tough"

*tips hat* nice to see you too.

[Guest Cowboy]

Cowboy is a state of mind. Of arrogance and sorrow. Just like Willie saiid

This is true. Some think you have to be wearin boots with spurs, live on a ranch, and spit skoal dip every 15 mins to be called a "cowboy"

but its just as much of an attitude, and state of mind as it is a lifestyle and job.

Actually why i say this song is my theme song. He does a good job goin further into what Cowboy means.

Nice work bro. I liked it a lot, and could relate a lot to it.