Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Time:

 
The time:  someone was always there
 
The time:  sadly, no one would care
 
The time:  that your troubles were small
 
The time:  you couldn't manage it all
 
The time:  easily you could discern
 
The time:  there was a lesson to learn
 
The time:  getting all you could get
 
The time:  looking back with regret
 
The time:  loving with all your might
 
The time:  crying and alone at night
 
The time:  life had made sense to you
 
The time:  questioning what will I do
 
The time:  all of your friends were great
 
The time:  realization came way to late
 
The time:  a choice was your best guess
 
The time:  spent cleaning up your mess
 
The time:  had come with the guts to try
 
The time:  silently you confess this a lie
 
The time:  discovering this is your place
 
The time:  finding your just another face
 
The time:  with each conquered demand
 
The time:  fragility had taken your hand
 
The time:  settling for life's circumstance
 
The time:  wishing for one more chance
 
©S. Austin Vincoski

Monday, June 20, 2016

Me

 
 
How can you "soul search" an empty shell
 
Or portray "happy" while your living in hell
 
They tell me "reach out" someone will care
 
My arms remain open, but no one is there
 
I want to "go home" yearnings still return
 
While this "learning to live" I can't relearn
 
And so "lock me up and throw away the key"
 
Did it really even matter when I'm still "me"
 
Well, the more I slip, then the more I fall
 
I"ve come to realize, I never knew me at all
 
 
©S. Austin Vincoski
 


Friday, June 17, 2016

Old Man

 
There was this old man in a nursing home
 
In his younger years, the world he did roam
 
Never making time for children or a wife
 
He lived his extravagant, but selfish life
 
Neglecting morality and his good health
 
Life was a party of booze, fame and wealth
 
So soon this lifestyle had come to an end
 
Things became broken, things didn't mend
 
Years of abuse had finally taken there toll
 
His life was spent feeding the devil his soul
 
Now as he lay upon his nursing home bed
 
The reality of his life ran through his head
 
He closed his eyes and then suddenly died
 
No one really cared and no one even cried
 
The body was placed in a simple pine box
 
Put in a hole and covered with dirt and rocks
 
No stone with his name is upon the ground
 
Not a trace of the old man will ever be found
 
 
©S. Austin Vincoski

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Things I'll Never Outgrow

 
Pretty stones stored in a jar
 
Searching for a shooting star
 
Catching toads after the rain
 
Old doilies made with tea stain
 
Adorable, stinky puppy breath
 
Spiders scaring me to death
 
Thunderstorms late at night
 
Clearance shoes that fit right
 
Planting flowers in the spring
 
Paper crowns at Burger King
 
Using manners, saying grace
 
Getting pimples on my face
 
Snuggled in bed with my cat
 
Always thinking I'm too fat
 
At the beach collecting shells
 
The way coming home smells
 
Buttons, any color, shape, size
 
Chocolate, a welcome surprise
 
Feeling grass between my toes
 
Having freckles on my nose
 
Burning candles and potpourri
 
Coupons, buy one, get one free
 
Little things, important though
 
For all these, I'll never outgrow
 
 
©S. Austin Vincoski

Monday, June 13, 2016

A Lie


A strange little girl
 
And so painfully shy
 
Awkward and ugly
 
She knew life as a lie
 
 
Thinking one day
 
Whomever shall I be
 
When once I am grown
 
Then, am I still me
 
 
She outgrew herself
 
And found her a place
 
Giving only her best
 
While running life's race
 
 
Those years all passed
 
The race never won
 
Her best tossed aside
 
Nonetheless, it's done
 
 
A strange little lady
 
And so painfully shy
 
Awkward and ugly
 
She found life as a lie
 
 
©S. Austin Vincoski
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, June 6, 2016

Broken Bond

 
Your name did shine
 
Like the herald star
 
If reading the cast
 
Of my life thus far
 
"She's one of us"
 
You did declare
 
Each one had left
 
You were still there
 
And vowing to me
 
A soul mate found
 
Together we'd stand
 
On mutual ground
 
Now I feel so empty
 
I reach for my friend
 
Weeks, days, hours
 
No message to send
 
A last broken bond
 
I refuse to believe
 
It could never be you
 
Yet, you did just leave
 
©S. Austin Vincoski

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Clinging

 
My consciousness is drifting
 
Searching for a place to adhere
 
Expecting a profound miracle
 
To alienate life's futile fear
 
I don't comprehend this realm
 
To be plucked from it's clutch
 
Yet we all must suffer in cycles
 
Neither appreciates how much
 
Clinging to this filthy thread
 
I've tolerated societies facade`
 
Cries, hopeless mingled chaos
 
None listened or thought it odd
 
I lose my grasp and I'm slipping
 
Into this abyss claimed release
 
Is this what I had so longed for
 
Is this where I may find peace
 
 
©S. Austin Vincoski