poem compilation

 
 
 
    some days, there was instinctive concentration; other days were like sleep deprivation;  
 
 
     some days, were like there's something there-but couldn't fill the spaces; so i wrote with great impatience;  
 
 
  some days, i purged my urges like sunk teeth in steak, potatoes and some scrambled eggs whipped;  
 
 
some days i couldn't take it-let my writing run through pages pass fatigued yet still engaging-with the "goal" to make a statement; even though i should have waited ....  
 
 
if i read each poem, I've written and decided just to grade them; in my mind even my latest-most my writes don't make an A list....  
 
 
C+  for consistency in averaging the basics; I more or less wrote as if i wandered random places;  
 
 
i tend to feel as though I'll always struggle having patience; exploring my range with doubts of certainly "upgrading" to a "wordsmith" with a steady penmanship "beyond the ages";  
 
 
just looking back-at some old scraps-my "old" poem compilation....