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Sep 2013 · 679
Regret
Michael Harper Sep 2013
I lay stiff at night with my memories haunting me,
memories of lost opportunities brought to me.
I was always to hesitant follow through.
It is a disease, in some ways it has helped me,
but it still delivers a slow, painful demise.

regret

The word is daunting in it's self let a lone the meaning.
I wish for no one to have regrets,
for I most of all know its pain.
I swim in a sea of regret,
the last boat has already passed.
Now I must learn to float,
or fall to the bottom as it encumbers me.
May 2013 · 2.0k
Revenge
Michael Harper May 2013
I should feel joy
Yet I feel nothing
I should feel complete
Yet I feel empty
I finally got my revenge
Yet I have no clue what it was for
I should be laughing at the face of my enemy
Yet I have sympathy for my fallen foe
Good has triumphed over evil,
or so I think
Perhaps I was the villain the whole time.
If so do I fix what I have broken?
or do I leave before I make it any worse?
Oct 2012 · 853
I Forget
Michael Harper Oct 2012
With the passing of time I start to forget.
The good and the bad, it all fades away
She had made a mark on my heart,
but I can't remember why.
I can hardly remember her face, her voice, or the warmth of her touch.
It disturbs me how I can so easily forget,
when the only thing I remember is her name
and even that requires deep thought.
I wonder though if I'm better off not remembering.
Maybe it's my heart's defense mechanism
To keep it from bleeding out once more.
Sep 2012 · 535
Attention of a Nat
Michael Harper Sep 2012
A.D.D. is not a disease.
More like a pest,
just drives you mad.
But does not hurt you,
usually.
Its like you dont ha~~
... Is that bacon?
Smells like bacon...
****...
What was i talking about?
Aug 2012 · 533
Lies of reality
Michael Harper Aug 2012
Do I truely hate someone?
Or do i just tell myself that i should?
Do i actually love?
Or do i tell myself to?
Just to feel human.
I say an opinion but is it mine?
Or is it what has been engraved into my skull?
Is it wrong to add to the truth,
For the entertainment of others,
To make my meager existance worth viewing?
Is it worse that the real and the fictional
Become one in the same to me?
My lies become reality
Reality becomes my lies.
What does that make me then?
A creature of lies?
Or does it actually make me human?
Jul 2012 · 1.2k
Stuck in the Middle
Michael Harper Jul 2012
The glass is not half empty nor is it half full.
It is not to dark or to light.
I am not happy nor am I sad.
I am not vengeful or even merciful.
I am not angery nor content.
I am not loved or forgoten
I am stuck in the middle,
the one thing i am is annoyed.
Jun 2012 · 1.1k
Blink, blink, blink
Michael Harper Jun 2012
Blink, blink, blink.
The one parallels another,
the shadow waiting to cover

Blink, blink, blink.
A new day begins,
yet here I still lay.

Blink, blink, blink.
The one is alone this time,
I wonder if it is scared.

Blink, blink, blink.
The neon snake leaves home,
a null of sound stains the room.

Blink, blink, blink.
Now a Pitchfork,
stabbing my brain.

Blink, blink, blink.
I don't even know anymore,
just go away!

Blink, blink, blink.
The snake returns home,
the birds awaken,
and the shadows die away
along with any hope of rest tonight.
Late nights always equal weird for me and poetry.
May 2012 · 400
Oh Look at the Time
Michael Harper May 2012
Oh look at the time
Days like these are hard to find
It hurts in the end but I don’t mind
Im glad our lives have intertwined
Even though sometimes I feel so blind
I try my best to not be left behind
But my mistake can be no more outlined
But hey, at least it all rhymed
Michael Harper Apr 2012
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You didn't hear what I said,
So *******.
more of a joke I've said in the past.
Apr 2012 · 404
Internal War
Michael Harper Apr 2012
I need to say it!
I need to scream it!
But no I cant.
I have to!
But what about the consequences?
They are worth it.
I could lose everything.
Till I say it, I have nothing.
But how?
Truth through words.
When is right?
NOW!*
Im doing this now,
nothing will stop me!

no, maybe tomorrow instead.
ya, tomorrow for sure
Its about having a fight with your own thoughts
Apr 2012 · 1.2k
Poker
Michael Harper Apr 2012
We share a stare across the table.
Her eyes glow with uncertainty.
Her mind becoming unstable.
This seems to be taking an eternity.

My moves, as smooth as her skin.
I saw she was open
so i went all in,
but inside she was broken.

She is hesitant,
strong, but confused,
suffereing, but resilient.
Life left her bruised.

My time is running out.
I throw my cards down
so she can have no doubt.
Will she follow?, or will she just frown?
Apr 2012 · 453
Hero
Michael Harper Apr 2012
Even in the darkest of pits
Saddest of circumstances
There you are with a grin on your face
Though you are cut and bruised like I
You still stand strong
With your hand out to mine
To the ****** and forgotten
Apr 2012 · 6.5k
What do you do...
Michael Harper Apr 2012
What do you do when you are handed happiness?
But don’t know how to use it.
When hatred came so naturally,
as though it was all you knew.
It was what feed your soul,
what kept you running.
But what now, what do you do?
Do you risk embracing the unknown?
for the chance of peace.
Or do you push it away
and stay in your familiar hell?
Mar 2012 · 469
By any means necessary.
Michael Harper Mar 2012
With every smile on our faces',
there you laugh.
With every ounce hope in our eyes',
there you stand
with your arms crossed
shaking your head.
If Happieness is crime in your presence
then i will destroy your world.
I will the break the cycle
even if i loose my humanity,
I Will **** You
Mar 2012 · 764
Mind
Michael Harper Mar 2012
You wish to learn my face,
to grasp the essence of my chaos.
Do not try to understand how i think,
for i myself can not comprehend.
Like a unicorn on rollerblades,
you can only stand, awe-struck.
Mar 2012 · 585
No, not this time...
Michael Harper Mar 2012
The line in the sand was drawn and you ignored it.
You have left me with no choice old friend.
Your time for redemption has expired.
I cannot and will not let this slide.
no, not this time...
Prepare for the consequences,
prepare to fall.
The hounds of hell have been released
Mar 2012 · 310
Untitled
Michael Harper Mar 2012
You haunt my every move
a reminder of how I failed
a reminder of what I had

Your face to his, please no more
my heartbeat drops with every kiss
do not taunt me anymore, i beg of you

I cannot remain silent forever
but for now I keep sealed lips
for your smile is good enough.

When death comes around
I'll have but one regret
you not knowing, I love you
I keep thinking i could make this better...
Feb 2012 · 478
Its subtle green eye...
Michael Harper Feb 2012
Its subtle green eye speaks words of death.
I'm not sure of It's shallow screams.
Will it **** me, or give second breath.
Its horrors seems to be of dreams,
however it is my sacrificial lamb,
it is my early morning hero
The weirdest thoughts come to mind when I just stair at something for a while... this is a smoke detector.
Feb 2012 · 441
Love is like a rose
Michael Harper Feb 2012
Love is like a rose.
If you move to fast,
you will be stung.
If you move to slow,
it will wither away.
Michael Harper Feb 2012
Could you help me, could you stay?
Please don't make me pray.
**** this monster in me,
before it tries to see.
Thaw my heart out with your every beat.
Your breath so strong but bittersweet.
You are my medication
You are my preservation
You keep the tides at bay
Oh please wont you stay
So unlikely, so impossible.
How could I ever be able.
I know you can not stay,
but please, don't leave me today.
Feb 2012 · 588
Sleepless Nights
Michael Harper Feb 2012
The light gets ****** away,
with a simple twisted hand,
allowing no euphoric bliss.
Views of the world narrow
but can never close.
Agony of the days gone by,
allusions of light,
just a trick of the eye,
screams for total darkness,
if only for a night.
Feb 2012 · 2.0k
The Chameleon
Michael Harper Feb 2012
How do I know who I really am.
Am I good, am I honest or am I evil and deceitful?
I am a chameleon, my camo is thick.
Trying to hard to blend in,
so you may not see the true me.
I do not know what I am
My face bearing the accepted,
somewhere deep under the mask,
there is me.
But how can anyone find me
when I am silent in a world that is blind.

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