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Michael Stefan Mar 2020
Oh sweet small sparrow
I did not mean to wound
'Twas cruelest of mistakes
That led me to break you

And deepest sorrow I felt
As you lay with broken wing
And my deepest regret
That you shall not sing

Your gorgeous sparrow song
Into my foolish ears
And this mistake I've made
Flavored by my tears

Were I a kinder man
I would have suffered through the night
With comfort and consolation
To see you again take flight
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
Do you-
Ever feel the wind
Swirling
Vermillion flames
Dance like ballerinas
Amidst the smoke and charcoal ashes

Do you-
Project your wrath
As you approach
With terminal velocity
Like soft heads
In catastrophic steel car crashes

And do you-
Feel it boil
Building steam
Like slick sweat
On calloused hands
Made for dealing leather lashes

Do you-
Realize
You are a firestorm?
Take time and think of your actions.  Sometimes the smallest cruelty against another leads to darkest days in their lives.
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
We, us, they, and them
dissolved in solutions
of I, me, and mine;
Selfish pink sprinkles
cover selfless vanilla cake
Like oil on oceans
choking communities of fish
choking community
choking me
I choke
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
It is but a fool, traitor, and swine
That would trade love
That would trade kindness
Or friendship so true
For paltry treats
Like 30 pieces of silver

Draw your tribal ring
And watch it become forcefield
As you sleep face-up
And jilted friends bide time
For your 30 pieces of silver
May form a blade in your spine
Like, just treat people with respect and never sell out your friends.
when it's snowing heavily
kiss me till it's over
and we're covered in white crystals
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
No words
Describe today
Sunshine beating me
With warming rays
Sweat on my brow
As I plant some grass
Knuckles ******
As I bust my ***

My lips try to whistle
But no tune presents
Hard work in silence
Gray dust of cement
Ripped jeans
And muddy leather gloves
A heavy sky
No cloud above

My mouth is empty
Of moisture and song
Of well-wishing words
As I toil along
Each movement of dirt
By steel headed *****
Gives way to the big empty
As I dig my own grave
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
I hunger
for you
        to fill me
and slake
my ravenous thirst

Your taste
intoxicates
me
as I slide
soundly
into addiction

Your scent
fuels me
driven to the edge
searching
with fervor
to use you to plug
my emptiness

I would
lap you from the floor
like a beast
as I gaze
In puddled reflection
hiding
my self-respect
Yeah, this one's sad and was written in the middle of the night when we all invariably have those dreams that we aren't able to shake off of love's long past and people that are able to manipulate us
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