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  Apr 2017 Michael Stephens
Just Melz
Can you feel the ache in my chest?
Can you touch the cracks in my heart?
Can you tell where my soul begins,
And where it's been torn all apart?

I'm made of sharp edges and pieces fit with super glue
Can you feel it?
I'm a heartless enigma and a soulless slice of truth
Can you feel it?
Enemies make the best friends and now I hate you
Can you feel it?

Lies are like a bullet to my heart, filling me with holes
A feeling of emptiness overwhelms me, a space too bold
Trying to hold on tight to a tangle too tied to unfold
Lost in a web of pain too damaged to be controlled

I'm made of broken glass, chipped and shattered
Can you feel it?
I'm an empty shell of something that once mattered
Can you feel it?
Pieces are falling, a love now bruised and battered
Can you feel it?

The harmony of injustice is ringing in my ears
A lullaby of sweet nothings and my childhood fears
A common trend unfolds, a chorus of chants and tears
A pain ripples through my body and the monster finally appears

Can you feel it?
Thank You All for your wonderful comments.
I'm so grateful to have gotten the daily!
Can you feel it?
I come from a place
Where reality's a dream
We sleepwalk awake
Silent are the screams

Uncertainty is certain
Lies are absolute
Destruction just creates
The vital and minute

Consciously unaware
Of our intended mistakes
Reminded to forget
That giving only takes

I come from a place
Where eyes never see
Through the mists of illusion
Surrounding you and me
When I look back at the things I had
The things that now are gone
I was planting seeds of division
But the trees grew tall and strong

I used to see for miles around
But now the forest grows
Beneath the shade of branches
Are secrets no one knows

At first it was a place to hide
An oasis on barren lands
But holding on to a past that's gone
Was just leaving time on my hands

For years I must have wandered
Abandoning all that was good
I thought I knew my way out
But now I'm lost in the woods
Wow, I can't believe I got poem of the day! This made my night, I am honored. I want to thank all of the encouraging members on this site that kept me going when I wanted to give up.

This is probably one of my favorite poems I have written. I came to this site as a musician on hiatus looking for a creative outlet in life. This was the first poem where I felt as I wasn't a musician writing poems, but a poet. Thank you so much for your support and here's to many future works from myself and from all of you as well! :)

- The Mysidian Bard
  Nov 2016 Michael Stephens
Viral
Turbulence in my mind
Peace I cannot find
Thoughts I cannot park
Silence screams in the dark

Demented shadow rejoices
Deafening loud noises
Exhausting persistent voices
Debating impossible choices

Don't need anyone to blame
Just Need to numb my brain
Does anyone share this pain?
Does anyone feel the same?
  Nov 2016 Michael Stephens
Who Cares
this is not poetry
but my god, i wish it was
poetry is easy
it's crisp, it's clean
it makes me feel better after i write it
it fits into this box
i shut it and set it on a shelf
my feelings go away
and i just don't think about it.
this definitely isn't poetry
it isn't romanticized
or overly depressing
or absolutely elated
i get it that not everyone's poetry is any of those
but mine is.
and you,
are definitely not poetry.
you are not  easy.
you don't make sense
i can't just not think about you
you make me feel confused
and livid and loving and terrified.
sometimes, you make me feel nothing at all
and sometimes, i feel everything at once.
i can't write you down
and box you up
and put you away.
you're not poetry
but my god, i wish you were
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