[INSERT TITLE HERE]

A rather bitter take on the recent trend of immature plebeian infatuation.

They long for the transparent, obsessed with the obscene.

Chemical fires rage in their hearts,

far from burning clean.

And so the end of another life starts.

Dumb puppets guided by strings;

False little princesses falling for counterfeit kings.

Like snowflakes on asphalt, they will all fade away.

Without substance or weight, they stand no chance.

I won’t be like them. I’m here to stay,

to aid in rebuilding true romance.

It’s not going to be the glory of paper and ink,

but maybe, just maybe, I’ll get them to think.

I want realistic expectations to replace transient hopes.

Flaws, failures, shortcomings will all be embraced.

It will take patience and skill to navigate the slopes,

but it will be worth it to find the one who won’t be erased.

I long for the tangible, searching for a chance to feel.

A pure fire simmers in my heart, waiting for what is real.

Author's Note

If anyone could suggest an appropriate title I would be eternally grateful.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Good introspection in this well written poem. I think the title could be "Like snowflakes on asphault" because that conjures such a vivid image. It looks like you know what you want out of life and you will go after it. Good luck! Lydi**

[Ciara Beth]

Thank you for reading! I love the picture of snowflakes on asphalt because they melt so fast that you don't even have time to see them clearly. Over so quickly...

[Michael G. Smith]

Snowflakes on Asphalt? Has a certain ring.

[Wolfwind]

The words echo a thoughts that have long rattled around my own mind. You have expressed the theme wonderfully poetic and powerfully to the point.

I think that life will always reward those that work hard and are patient enough to wait to get over the mountains to reach the finer pastures. This piece for me speaks of those that rush into the caves following the glittering fairie dust and hopes of a gallant knight. While on rare chance, such connection is met with sucess... most do not as your poetry does well to express.

Great Ink! Thanks for sharing! If I were to give my two cents on a title for it....How about, "The Wonderland Syndrome"

Aaron - Wolfwind

[Ciara Beth]

i know poetry is supposed to have different meanings for everyone, but you seem to have channeled my exact line of thinking with those fools rushing into caves. Thanks for your input.

[Wolfwind]

You're welcome. It was fun to read. =)

[Kelly A. Brown]

A pretty, thought-provoking poem. I'm bad with titles, so sorry I can't suggest a better one. Actually the [INSERT TITLE HERE] is what made me click on it in the first place. :D