Throw Myself into the Night (Le Voir N. Lewis

Throw Myself into the Night (Le Voir N. Lewis - New Orleans, LA)

I am going to throw myself into the night just to see what happens.

I am going take a chance, be adventurous, wild, and spontaneous

because when you live in New Orleans and summer is upon us,

you cannot help but be ready to fuck shit up and partake in the miscellaneous.

Not an itinerary, nor a plan for tonight will ever cross my mind.

No second thoughts or hesitations to waste my precious time.

I’m putting on some comfortable threads because this summer heat is far from divine.

I am going to throw myself into the night and see what adventures I get into this time.

Who needs a full moon to start your transformation, your metamorphosis to be wild,

when you have the New Orleans summer vibes in affect, it isyour chance to be more than mild.

Have fun, have a ball! Hell, have two if it makes you smile.

I am going to throw myself into the night and give a new meaning to fun restyled.

Any which way the wind blows, if there is fun to be had.

No Debbie Downers or party poopers, or anyone who makes this night sad,

Only people living in the moment, seizing the day with good energies that make us glad.

Only if life were comprised of a community of positive energies, we would have our own island or pad.

I live my life structured enough, organized, looking for bosses to approve.

A little spontaneity never hurt anyone when you are ready to make sudden moves.

Just be wise and always careful and live your life no matter who disapproves.

Just throw yourself into the night, make memories, and get into the groove.

Comments

Ash Wednesday (Brian Falcon - New Orleans, LA)

It’s forgettable- the number of times I was called a “fucking faggot” as a kid. As a former child of god, I wasn’t expected to know what those words meant. I was taught that repentance was vital to achieving everlasting life. My momma made me go to church every Sunday. I said my prayers as I was told. But I eventually learned that Catholicism was never my sanctuary. Christianity was never my safe-haven. God never stopped the cheap shots. He never once prevented the harassment or pure embarrassment that I felt from the words of my “kin in Christ.” Now, picture me- a helpless faggot, blinded by the incandescent lights of an old catholic church. I was home from college spending Spring Break in my former hellscape. So, naturally, my momma yet again made me go to church. This time, on a Wednesday. It was Ash Wednesday. When I was among the folks from home, I felt out of place. So much that I’d imagine camouflaging myself. Like saber-tooth in hiding. But the difference? I had a far mo...

Louisiana Words Remembers Jorge Arturo

There’s nothing that hurts more than when we lose someone from our Louisiana Words family. But, the beauty of our writing movement is that the words of our loved ones live on with us. On June 20th, 2023, Louisiana Words Allstar, Jorge Arturo, moved on from this world leaving our hearts broken. He was a charismatic and talented human being. Jorge resided in New Orleans, LA and had been active on Louisiana Words for over a year. To honor Jorge’s life and work, we will be sharing his writing and live performances all Summer 2023. Please help keep his spirit alive by sharing his work. We know that Jorge’s words will connect with our readers and we hope to keep his spirit alive. Jorge’s first submission: “The Dog Show” debuted on February 6th, 2022 and is his most successful piece to date. In 2022, Jorge spent 10 weeks in the top with “The Dog Show,” “Weavers,” “They Say Love Kills, This Time It Really Did,” and “If Hell is Real, It Looks Like an Airport.” His la...

Nobody Said There'd Be a Day Like This (Sam Ray - New Orleans, LA)

I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...

Search This Blog