Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Pat Adamek Jun 2016
At midnight I was mid breath in a new day
It felt like more than a year of stay and wait
I called a stalemate with this time in my life
and here was a day to celebrate?

So I exhaled in a new year
It became clear it was only new for me
with the news that's on T.V.
There must be a reason that I just can't see

Something to steer me and drive me along
It materialized there while they all sang the song
I am alive and that is enough
My family is here and I am well loved
It came in the form of a pair of beige sandals
I breathed in and blew out the candles
I guess it is a tradition now, here is a poem of my thoughts on this day of introspection
Pat Adamek May 2016
Dreamin'
Always dreamin'
Always up while others sleepin'
Puzzle my eyes can't read the writin' on the wall

or the sun that set this mornin'
I said diets ******' bore me
She said fine just go get high and eat what you want

She reigns constant like reality
I'm washed backed in an endless sea
of champagne splashin' but it never ever hits the ground

This self induced imagination
Helps delay procrastination
if I don't get the guts up
we'll never even speak at all

Tryin'
Always tryin'
Though some days it feels like dyin'
to see you smilin'
pulling a cig back from your mouth

I'm just so in love with you
Well at least the love is true
I made it up
thats just my luck
Well, what can you do?
Pat Adamek Oct 2015
In front of me I see a table
A table full of vices
A table which remembers the nights before
Covered in evidence of vices
Coca cola and Pepsi labels stare each other down
A beer cap and cigarette ash and packs crumpled down
An empty water bottle
A cellphone and a lighter
Littered with change is the table
Covered in nickels and quarters
George Washington's looking forward onto Golden Arches
Around the table the chairs are still pushed out from the people who brought him them
Left now but ghosts haunt the places they have emptied
They beg for anyone to notice the hell they are in
They scream look at what I have left you as a message
Look at my vices!
The sections are mapped out on the top of this table
Each vice has a person and each one a label
And the labels they leave are the proof there's a problem
They turn to these vices and hope they will solve them
Pat Adamek Jun 2015
Do you feel a year older?
Surprised at my own reaction
I actually feel
older, exactly a year older
I'm freer in the sense that the chip on my shoulder is light enough now that I can call it a boulder
I keep my back strong
I weigh it down with the times that I used to hold her
Time
        like the flames that turned to smolder
A pile,
         just a number of molecules in specific orders
They're the tools that created order
A thought process that made me feel older
That made me feel older, but who delivered the order?
After I blew out the candle
                                     right before my eyes the number changed
Who said the words, who gave the decree, who said that I could be                                                                                                   older?
Why should I be so blessed to
be
older?
A poem about thoughts during my birthday
Pat Adamek May 2015
They feel eternal
These moments
More alive than I
Everyday the same
Exactly the same
They be the same when you die
These moments
they be eternal...............................


My mind sailed away again
(here again I set/smokin' a cigarette)
In these moments
I am not here to bear witness
(watching the branch of a hollow)
Yet they happen
They happen all around me and you
(When it moved just one step)
The pass as your laughing'
(how the willows had wept)
The move with such quickness
(and I was the last one to follow)
These moments
Pat Adamek May 2015
A poem to make today meaningful.
Though I did something
It was nothing worth sharing
So you've heard before, no one's caring.

I'll write a poem to make today meaningful.
I'll be constantly reminding
You that you never had a good grasp of timing.
And it wasn't jealousy that forced me to quit responding
It was the fact that you would only text
me that I found alarming
...and you wrote a poem to make the end meaningful

You really must be my favorite author
I've bought your work time and again
I've your words stuck in my head
And you said
"You're reading too much into this" and had nothing else to offer.
Pat Adamek May 2015
The older generation said my future is bleak
So I just rose up like a king and broke the ground around my feet
I'm just trying to move you like you don't have the ticket for your seat
My style is so unique
because my soul is antique
If you think that you hold the key
then let the fat lady sing
it's no difference.
For the lows there are highs.
Search for truth and find lies
and you'll claim its the lies but it's truth you despise
me so I move on to plan b.
(Are you #beyond me?
I comprehend
                                                      the irony of trying to figure out the harmony.)
Next page