They label me "A Good man" they way they mark quarantine zones.
An estranged awareness of healthiness is had that either isn't held or isn't wanted.
Years are the weapon of choice in understanding- sharpened to a point to protect fear.
An inarguable atomic bomb dropped on a discussion intended to kill all life growing within.
"Look at these women your age" she says, forgetting her own disdain for the ones at the table the night we met.
Virtue wilts in time. Morals fray and decay. Innocence is lost after paying such a high cost, and its left to those good men to shoulder the blame. Cells of isolation, hands reaching through the bars. Like some circus attraction for the world to come see. See the good man is his pain, and come now- leave him yearning for freedoms touch. Look at the righteous antiquated man, good for everything except you.
Thursday, October 15, 2026
The Antiquated Man
Thursday, October 1, 2026
Seeds of Light
Pain as they say, is the soil in which all humor blossoms.
When I hPain as they say, is the soil in which all humor blossoms.
When I heard your laughter, I said a quiet prayer of gratitude to God,
for all the worthy days I suffered for that light.
I kept showing up to your absence, proving my worth to your lack of presence. I kept showing you my truest self, but all you could see was my feet standing in a shadow i should never have been in. As i hummed in the dark a forgotten melody of dedication, there was the disjointed fragments of sounds of unrequited affection. I cannot save you from the fools gold. I can only sit with the weight of true value in silence. So like abandoned dross of impurites, or the waning chaff carried through the wind- you'll catch but an glimpse of what love truly was, and the rarety of what could've been.eard your laughter, I said a quiet prayer of gratitude to God, for all the worthy days I suffered for that light. I kept showing up to your absence, proving my worth to your lack of presence. I kept showing you my truest self, but all you could see was my feet standing in a shadow i should never have been in. As I hummed in the dark a forgotten melody of dedication, there was the disjointed fragments of sounds of unrequited affection. I cannot save you from the fools gold. I can only sit with the weight of true value in silence. So like abandoned dross of impurites, or the waning chaff carried through the wind- you'll catch but an glimpse of what love truly was, and the rarety of what could've been.
I kept showing up to your absence, proving my worth to your lack of presence. I kept showing you my truest self, but all you could see was my feet standing in a shadow i should never have been in. As i hummed in the dark a forgotten melody of dedication, there was the disjointed fragments of sounds of unrequited affection. I cannot save you from the fools gold. I can only sit with the weight of true value in silence. So like abandoned dross of impurites, or the waning chaff carried through the wind- you'll catch but an glimpse of what love truly was, and the rarety of what could've been.eard your laughter, I said a quiet prayer of gratitude to God, for all the worthy days I suffered for that light. I kept showing up to your absence, proving my worth to your lack of presence. I kept showing you my truest self, but all you could see was my feet standing in a shadow i should never have been in. As I hummed in the dark a forgotten melody of dedication, there was the disjointed fragments of sounds of unrequited affection. I cannot save you from the fools gold. I can only sit with the weight of true value in silence. So like abandoned dross of impurites, or the waning chaff carried through the wind- you'll catch but an glimpse of what love truly was, and the rarety of what could've been.
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