PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Be the kid who never made it

Who hid away from obstacles

Who cowered at opportunity

Don’t hide the lashings

Don’t bite your tongue

You were the one they forgot about

The boy who couldn’t help but be overlooked

For someone smarter, faster or stronger

And unbeknown to you

As you sat alone thinking you’d always stay that way

Your heart was growing stronger

Every bump in the road

Every insult hurled

Your heart would break

Then mend

And find the strength to keep going

The vast majority of people

Will never care what you’ve been through

Some will try to take it away from you

But the truth is

You had to fight extremely hard 

To keep a very important person going in this crazy world

So go ahead

Be proud of yourself

No

You will never get to start over

Or swap your brain for someone else’s

But one day

The sky will lose a few clouds

And trust me

That will be enough

He was a loner who always sat down contemplating fantastical adventures that occurred on the pages of a comic book

He compares that to his life and scoffs at the contrast compared to his own

Feeling that his existence is some sort of punchline and whenever he reads a comic and realizes the dualism is the hook

Admiring the strength of the heroes on the page and then realizing his own weakness often led to him expressing his rage

He idolizes them and tries  to emulate their heroic accomplishments 

He is an optimist but not one who has grandiose dreams and narcissism is a term that could never be applied to him 

He believes that a good deed no matter how small was significant because he couldn't fly, knew better than to contaminate himself with anything vaguely radioactive and his mental faculties are not up to par with Peter Parker and far less than mr fantastic or Bruce Banner

He believed that no matter the insignificance of a good deed still had some worth and is quantifiable irrespective of what it accomplished

He believes a smile or a "thank you" from one person holds the same worth as recognition his idols receives 

He tried to associate with some of his peers and most either looked down on him for his simplistic and "childish" outlook on the world and his antiquated sense of morality

He accepted their criticism on what he loves without any response to provocation or anger because that is what his idols would do and instead channels it. He channels it not into rage and resentment but into focus and determination

He knows that in all probability he would not reap rewards for what he does or believes in and the motives for peoples actions and behaviours would not Change solely due to his actions

He knows that his antagonizers would not receive their comeuppance in the foreseeable future but still he preservers

Some may wonder what his motivations are and why he tries to be unbreakable despite all the interconnected cracks that decorate his souls and provide stories without words for all the abuse he has endured

He doesn't give up because that's not what the Black Panther would do, Nightwing would never give up and Barry Allen would not give up in the face of insurmountable odds

There are periods when his heroes are beaten to the ground and are drained both physically and emotionally and they never succumb to the futility of their actions nor do they crumble under the weight if the trials and tribulations they face 

So neither will he

Sometimes he imagines that he too is the product of the imagination of someone who puts their life and struggles on paper and if there is any semblance of truth in that

He believes that he should be a realistic role model for any readers who may be struggling like he is

Put the excuses aside,
take setbacks in stride,
and don’t abide by or hide
behind the infinite lies.
Don’t be easily lead blind
or left behind, and remind
yourself of the hard times.
Strive always to better lives,
and always apply your mind.
As they say, aspire to inspire,
And don’t be afraid to perspire
or tire as you ascend the spire.

Everywhere I've been and the beautiful sights I have seen

When I endure vivid images while I dream

I know it's all meant to be,

And these trials have a parallel in between.

Life's like a road trip, you try to find your own lane

Buckle up and be safe, hope others around you do the same.

Find your own speed that fits you, and when others fly by without hesitation,

Just enjoy your ride, and keep your eyes on the destination.

I'm so blessed to still be here, my guardian angels always been there to defend

Even though I've gotten lost, they steered me away from those dead ends.

I don't know what tomorrow brings, and that's not for me to know,

It could be the highest of the highs or the lowest of the lows.

But I must trust in my Lord, and learn how to embrace my faith, Take the good with the bad, and those mis-steps try and not retrace.

So this ones for the people punching the clock twice a day,

Barely sliding by from there measly pay,

Hardworking folks who deserve another raise,

Who get talked down to and deal with it anyway.

There's always a light at the end of your tunnel, sometimes its hidden away in a trap door

But no matter what you keep on moving, and remember that great things are in store.

I wish you could have dealt
with my every gaping fathom;
I was a deep spring,
made deeper by the quaking,
shaking and shifting of old ground
as all labyrinthine beasts
skewed from their rest -
all intent on hell on earth.
You would reinforce me
and I could contain my demons.
But the lacking leads to fallen
chunks of rock and mortar,
meant to seal away the depths.
They've chewed the chains to surface,
and I've begun my sinking;
covered in dead algae and silt
settling at length across me:
I dine on passing bubbles,
observing all the fish.