PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A long way we have come

Yet our journey just began

Much still have to cover

Much of each to discover

Time for us courage to gather

Knowing the best yet to come

Much instore each has to offer

For now that seems still far

Growing up loving you never knew

That one day, surely yes I would

Meeting you never thought I would

Making you mine didn't think I could

Yet for this one thing I am grateful;

Loving you, and you being mine!

That, dearest, greatest joy tis mine

Happy Valentines my love...mwaah!!

Baby, I don’t know

what I wish I had done

but I left this town at sunrise

and circled the whole world

in a lifetime

Would you hold me

if I came back here

It’s home but I know

I’m older, I fear

that standing taller isn’t the same as

standing tall

Spreading seeds,

catching the wind in a bottle,

I’m finally the lucky one

And after all the clocks stopped ticking

returning to my spring

Would you let me in

if I came back here

After all of this

I’m stronger, you know

leaving here isn’t the same as

leaving you

It’s a minute worth a memory, it’s a

train on the right track

It’s a sprint, it’s a world,

It’s a sunrise, it’s a soul, it’s

Life biting right at your heels

But would you know me

if I came back here

Streets shift so I don’t recognize

I’ve changed, I fear

that growing isn’t the same as

growing up

Compress your time to the adolescent mind

They struggle to assimilate this world

Decisions unwise and deluded eyes

Thinking carpets should abruptly unfurl

Let them grow up a bit with their hissy fit

They'll see life doesn't work by the letter

Mistakes will be made, that's the way life is played

Then they'll change till the outcome is better!

I was never asked, to 'have this dance'

Or taken out, on any town.

Never invited to a prom,

Or worn, a long white, flowing gown.

Hardly ever went out, on any dates,

Hardly asked out, on any too.

No one cared, about my dreams,

Or asked what, I wanted to do.

No one carved, my name with theirs,

On any, weeping willow tree.

No guy actually, ever proposed,

Or got down upon, one bended knee.

I never got swept up, off my feet,

Or carried over, any threshold.

Poetry was never, written for me,

Of sweet words, I'd not been told.

It may seem, unimportant to some,

These little big things, that I've missed.

But when you grew up, way too fast,

It becomes such, a longed for list.

Afraid to stay not ready to move
I fear this next chapter may be doomed
A great big step is in my path
Modivation I seem to lack
I'm in a place where I'm at ease
But the unknown is teasing me 
A gust of wind a booming voice
Pushes me towards this void
But I run away not ready to go
For a fear this great unknown
Afraid of what I may lose
I don't know what I shouldn't do
Expectations running high
Tears cloud these sky blue eyes
Wishing that you understood
The fear I find in adult hood

Your face is still etched

So vividly in my memory.

Your missing tooth,

Your dark green eyes,

Your shabby, old pair of converse,

Your overalls,

And the striped shirt

You always wore beneath it.

We were invincible.

You were Batman,

I was Robin.

Our imaginary capes

Blew against the strngth of the wind,

Our arms spread out

Like the wings of a plane

As we flew across cities 

Searching for trouble

Oblivious to the real dangers 

That would consume you.

The missing tooth grew in.

You replaced your overalls

And shabby shoes.

You laughed as much as you breathed

And you smiled

Even on the gloomiest of days.

No one could have ever guessed.

It was never supposed to be like this.

I thought we had more time.

We were supposed to grow up together.

To have all-nighters,

2 AM conversations, midnight drives,

Parties, prom night, graduation.

I don't know how it happened

Or why it had to be you

Or why I had to find you lying there

Pill bottles scattered across the floor

Your body, stone cold, lifeless

We were supposed to be invincible 

I light a fire just to watch it burn
Sit across the street with empty hands
Behind a tree unnoticed, so it's not my turn 
I have infinite thoughts, but empty plans

Ending up only to be pretty hollow
Ideas only stay for portion of a second
Echoing through the empty walls. and then comes nothing
Diffusing into the air, to become a forgotten particle
and nothing comes to follow

To set the ominous breeze,
Over the most vibrant sea, that suddenly lost color
and the skies are now gone and dull
They paint the picture to not excite, but simply appease

To be trapped inside this now and empty void
With nothing but everything destroyed
To say that we are fine, and simply avoid
Now we sail, swift onto the large sea of contradictions
Too lost within, that we forget our own convictions
Letting loose the anchor of anxiety, and thus become the restrictions

But this is not the end,
A man aboard throws over his only friend
And a storm rolls in, and then our destination is not known
As realization becomes the new sun, and hearts are turned to stone
A daughter now deserted by her parents is overwhelmed in strife
She whimpers, but can not help wonder what makes up this sickly life
A world where people phase in, and phase out
and thoughts become ideas, and ideas become a shout
and how long does a day go on to stay out and last,
Before awesome expectations become invisible, straight into the past?

Will the ship find it's way to land, or sink in despair?
Great ideas no match for the roaring waves of Negativity and ignorance?
Those striving so long for a real sun, to only be in vain, deprived?
And those hopelessly waiting for relief, to be cruelly concealed, unaware?

The masterpiece of a book now weathered to nothing but scribbles
A great idea now hidden and destroyed by life's cruel riddles
Will the hands be strong at ease to create another inspiration?

Or will it fail to swim over the simplest waves and forget it's own foundation?

You're still lost within the time
The ultimate crime
That you couldn't really hurt
but now you're gone and just inert

You try to find meaning in the days
That it wasn't just a phase
That you could just lay in the sun
and never say you jumped the gun

and you lie wide awake at night
Hard at thought, ready to write
You wrote on a piece of paper "I think this time, I'll be okay"
But you don't really know, your thoughts never stay

Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace

Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean

For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea

For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground