Michael Stefan

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Waterbed

Sometimes,
just sometimes,
I keep my head below the water;
smelling the rose petal scents

Sometimes,
but only sometimes,
I dream of a wave rocking waterbed
and pray for boots of cement

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Tremendous

The weight of love is tremendous;
heavy like gold,
worn like manacles,
bourne by those
with or without it
The tragedy of love is catastrophic;
deeply rooted,
never gentle,
comes and goes
as it pleases
The world of love is pure savagery;
battles raging,
without survivors,
everyone is
love's refugee
The weight of love is tremendous;
Yet still a burden I wish to bear

Everyone thinks this poem is so sad but it's designed as an imagery monologue to remind us that love is something we need in our lives and will always always always have positive and negative implications and effects on our lives. Hope you enjoy it!

#love #emotion #imagery #lovestory #life #growth #challenges

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Touch

Do you feel
what I feel
when I touch you?
              Are you lit
              by a fire
              of intensity?
                            Or do you
                            feel that spark
                            of blue electricity?

As I feel you
I wait for you
to answer
with your fingertips.

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Fiend (10w)

Even greatest deeds
can not forever hide
our truest intentions

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Splinter

Tiny sliver of wood
placed in accident
beneath fingernail
or under skin
stings greater
in the moment
than gunshot or knife.
For a splinter
always pokes
at our carelessness
and pierces straight
our most useless
*****: pride

#mistakes #responsibility #hardlessons #injury #pain

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

...read between the lines

You stare at my parted lips
Preparing for my kiss
Thinking everything is fine
But you should read between the lines

Michael Stefan Mar 2020

Fuzzy

My fingers
caress the fuzz
on your lower
back

My hands
grip the fuzz
at the base
of your neck

Our
arguments
in my mind
are growing fuzzy

The day
that you left
out the door
is oh so
fuzzy

My fingers
caress the fuzz
on my unshaven
cheeks

My hands
grip the fuzz
of my long hair
I'm such a freak

How the hell
I got here
I don't know
It's so fuzzy

See your picture
through empty bottles
on the nightstand
it's growing fuzzy

If there is one thing I'm good at, it's breakup songs. Robert Frost once called Edwin Arlington Robinson's poetry as being "the essence of unhappiness itself". I really hope that isn't a tag I earn on this site as being the dude that writes really sad break-up poems. But here you go! Hope you like it!