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Michael Stefan Mar 2020
hush, child
close your eyes
and rest

quiet, mom
and drift away
to sleep

be still, soldier
and slip below
your fight is done

stifle yourself, love
and say goodbye
to consciousness

close your eyes
our strength is gone
and forever we'll be
together
in silence
eternal sleep
Trapped in the frozen state
Look around stuck
Unread and jailed
Words of whimsy
In the frozen section
Sadness overtakes my direction
Get me out of here
And thaw me out
I will wait
Until you read my ink
It will warm your heart
Like a sculpture patiently made
My words waiting
With cries

Idly

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Ice
Dead poems that need reads. Sometimes they get lost.

Written by Mrs. Timetable.
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
Ink
Every now and then
The ink won't
Do what I want it to
Rebelling on the page

Just like you.

No matter
How I write your story
And dream my dreams of love
I cannot write a story
That you don't want
To play the lead role in
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
One will make you smaller, the other make you big
One will make you happy, the other make you sad
So take your pills, Darling
Eat, drink, and be merry
Before you end up crashing
We all crash in the end

We could all be 10/6ths worth of humanity
If we weren't buried in being 1/2
of a person

And I wish that I could get high
And float like butterfly wings
Fly through heavy jungle
As I crack through my cacoon
After every imagined insult

Don't you see, we're down the rabbit hole

There are monsters lurking
In hedge mazes made for you
Don't be afraid to walk through it
If you don't, you'll be late
We're always in a state of late

While you watch for monsters
You may not even notice
My disenfranchised smile
And feline eyes burning in the night
As you cry
"Off with his head"

We're down the rabbit hole, baby
Michael Stefan Mar 2020
I would pen you a love song
It's in my power, you know?
But today is not the day
The gray in my heart, it grows
And I write what I feel
Disingenuous isn't my style
No hollow happy verse
On makeshift paper to beguile

I want to write you a love song
It's not a line, but simple truth
But today the sadness aches
Like long ignored rotten tooth
And if I let my sadness fester
The pain will just grow worse
Today I write of tragedy
No ink for hollow happy verse
I think as poets we have all been there.  Sometimes you just have to write of the sadness we feel even if the world is waiting for you to smile.
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