Idiot

 

I'm not the idiot you all think I am

 

A fake smile and pretend your nice

 

Society's new norm, your just a scam

 

Those eyes are cold with a heart of ice

 

Like robots, you do what you do each day

 

No emotions present to slow your pace

 

Condemned for caring, kicked on your way

 

So, who took the human out of our race

 

I shout my feelings that echo back to me

 

Reduced to a file, code, card or a score

 

Really, is this what life's turned out to be

 

I think I am an idiot, I thought it was more

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Rose

 

Such unspoken beauty

 

Captured in a rose

 

Symbolic of love

 

Timeless, it flows

 

Plucked from the stem

 

It's purpose does die

 

Bereft intentions

 

And sorrow's belie
 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Hollow Heart

 

The imprint you left

 

An invisible touch

 

Your soul echoed mine

 

I loved you so much

 

We were as one

 

Our lives intertwined

 

This part of myself

 

Has left me behind

 

I don't dare mourn

 

So deep is my pain

 

Shedding one tear

 

Will cause it to rain

 

My now hollow heart

 

Craves all you were

 

What's left of me

 

It's merely a blur

 

You can't return

 

I can't come to you

 

That sense of "us"

 

Is all my heart knew

 

I seek out the stars

 

I barter with fate

 

For our reunion

 

I desperately wait

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Pseudo-Christian

 

I felt the Lord calling me

 

But I didn't know what to say

 

If I agree to follow you

 

I must give all I own away

 

Well I have worked very hard

 

For everything I possess

 

To minister to the lazy

 

Because they have much less

 

It doesn't make sense to me

 

To keep giving to the poor

 

It will never be enough

 

They just come back for more

 

Comfort the ill and dying

 

Appears to be a lost cause

 

Surely I belong in a pulpit

 

Surrounded by an applause

 

Take bibles to prisoners

 

After  what they have done

 

There has to be a desk job

 

A paid charity I could run

 

I couldn't be a missionary

 

And dwell in a foreign land

 

Or volunteer after church

 

My Sunday is already planned

 

Dear Lord, I do love you

 

As I pray to you every night

 

But what you are asking me

 

I don't feel that this is right

 

I treat most all people kind

 

Always tithe my ten percent

 

Maybe I misunderstood you

 

This was never what you meant

 

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Still

 

Burden's I've carried

Strapped to my chest

Trudging through life

Giving only my best

Dragging the memory

The void and the scar

By the grace of God

I had made it this far

Then all turned quiet

No purpose, no reason

Until God whispered

"I give you a season"

He embraced my load

As I had done his will

So my season began

To rest and be still

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Make Believe

 

Did you hear the wind whisper

Jump to catch the falling star

Chase a rainbow from end to end

Maybe, try to change who you are

 

See animal shapes in the clouds

Know the words when the birds sing

Dance with the angels, unawares

Maybe, pretend you are something

 

Playing hide and seek with elves

Without a doubt, you can fly

You hug your fairy godmother

Maybe, someone will hear you cry

 

On a whim, you are invisible

All stuffed teddy bears can feel

You can outrun your own shadow

Maybe, make believe is for real

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski

Changes

 

I once despised such silence

It signified I was less alive

Everyday filled with chaos

Environment I could thrive

 

Amongst family and friends

Never felt isolation before

My whole world ripped away

Left me broken forevermore

 

Abandoned, rejected, empty

Is the existence I now own

Incapable of enduring pain

I've chosen to remain alone

 

No longer serving a purpose

Neither to myself nor to you

This new life thrust upon me

Isn't worth muddling through

 

I have my blanket of isolation

The silence I've learned to love

No expectations and no excuses

This is all that I am capable of

 

©S. Austin Vincoski