Michael Stefan

Michael Stefan May 2020

touch me

touch me
where I hurt
I need fingers
to plug the holes
before I fade
out of light
and into dark

touch me
to cool me
and ebb my fever
and my brain
begins to cook
in cast iron
and oil

touch me
in my heart
I fear and I can't
feel the feelings
that used to make me
smile
when you smiled first

I think we have all felt a little manic when we are hurt.

Michael Stefan May 2020

On triumph of the human spirit

I once saw a man
carry a child
out of a burning building;
and his face was burned
so badly
his village couldn't
recognize him;
I thought him
to be the child's
father
rescuing his daughter;
but
he had a blood feud
with the actual father;
each man
swore to **** the other
to maintain their honor;
yet he risked his life
for the child
of a man
he hated
more than anything;
because light
will always
break the dark

Just another war story. Sometimes it is in the most tragic that people have the courage to be the most honorable

Michael Stefan May 2020

rocket

you are a rocket:
single-minded,
destructive,
and uncaring...
...of who gets hurt

I've always been a friend of measuring my response to any situation. It appears as if many people don't share this passion I have

Michael Stefan May 2020

Exsanguinate

I leave trails with tracks
Of ruby and slick
No way to go back
Across rivers of Styx

My mark being left
Through pine forest dale
Each lost drop of blood
With skin growing pale

Your words are like ticks
Your frowns become leeches
Each weakening pulse
On sangria beaches

The needles you carry
Take their own little *****
You've drained all my blood
And left me anemic

Hi everyone! Sorry I've been out of the loop for the past two weeks. I have been working on tests and dealing with a lot of family/virus related issues. But I'm back and plan to keep the ink flowing. Sorry to come back with some sad poems, but that's how I usually make my entrance, unfortunately. Cheers, fellow poets!

Michael Stefan Apr 2020

Levity

Despair and disrepair
Fingers caught
In knotted hair
Anxious worry twirling
Alone in wicker chairs
Longing for a comedy
As we are given tragedy
Sweet words to be
Could bring some levity
And some hope
Would bear great gravity
As it pulled me
back from my dark clouds

Michael Stefan Apr 2020

Rack of Lambs

Oh sweet little lamb
Feed happily on Facebook
Instagram delight
Biased news media
Streaming through the night
Chew your Youtube
And accept your fate
As you consume digitally
And get loaded as the freight
No keypad mashing
Will free you from this crate
As you become consumer meal
Adorning corporate plates

Be careful digital generation. Many of your kin have already fallen to toxic consumerism and fake news mills that are designed to keep you uninformed. Go to the library once in a while and read a scholarly article to get your facts. And always remember, you are just a payday to international corporations. No matter what their advertisements say.

Michael Stefan Apr 2020

Convergence

I was in a state of happiness
While you were in another state
Crossing borderline personalities
As you shattered my reality
Our life in a state of decay
When you stated
You wanted to head
A different way

I added this note to the poem following a question I received. Why "Convergence" instead of "Divergence". I thought about that for a long time and decided that the word convergence sets up the entire piece by indicating that the two in the story came together. It's the gathering of lives that begins the process of love and happiness or sadness and destruction. That was a good question though and I love feedback. I always want to get better at expressing what I'm feeling in hopes that someone will take solace in one of my poems and know they aren't alone in their bad situation. :)