PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There was a point in my life

years past

where I told myself 

I was meant to be reasonably alone for a while

so I believed in the patient ends justifying the means of 

silence from the bleachers

as something of a reset

a renewal 

an upgrade 

a cavalcade 

a regalia of improvement within silence 

and said compliance

eventually would bear fruited plains

yet here I stand, years out of many beloved headlines

and if I'm honest, the time wasn't very kind

I'm broke by the feelings of lost potential within

but I'm miles ahead of my sins 

and I did my best knowing what I knew then

and I know today if logic to win

closed doors must reopen again

but these bloated promises 

and paper plates with frozen salisbury steaks

described so willfully like soul food;

truly saturated with a culinary attention akin

to Ronald McDonald's fat freckle-faced fuck

next of kin

do not satiate a healthy love's palette

McGriddles are delicious but 100% fatal confections

whereas you loving me is reckless

but so goddamn beautiful.

An alleyway devoid of the young and the feckless

energy

replaced with time

sturdy bones,

and souls forged in fire

a love so thick in the air

the dew rests on the walls

even after the sun's daily reign

a love promised without words

that even with eternal hindsight

if given the choice

we'd still battle for each other to live

again and again

Truth is

social creatures aren't meant to be 

reasonably alone for a while

for any determinant amount of time, really..

and while patience can be a noble virtue

it's no compass

and it's certainly not intended

to become a force amended

to thwart natural fates

so hold them close even if patience tells you tomorrow

cuz legacies are built on the shoulders of life's events

you profoundly seize 

rather than neatly borrow