michael-harper
American
Some may say that I am cynical and that may be true but i do my best to look on the brighter side of life, poetry is one of the few things that makes it better. As for my inspiration one would definitely be Edger Allen Poe, but my biggest inspiration would have to be a very near and dear friend of mine who encouraged me to start writing poetry in the first place. Thanks Christy.
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.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
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?
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 5:46 AM UTC
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.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC
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?
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
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?
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
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.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
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.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
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
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You didn't hear what I said,
So **** you.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 1:33 AM UTC
*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
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC