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Stephan Apr 2016
I carved my existence
from the bark of an old oak tree
while squirrels gawked and
carpenter ants ate my lunch
in a fevered frenzy of
crisscrossing lines
that to some would
appear poetic
Stephan Apr 2016
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Storms wander from page to page
hard cover, soft cover, in between
a thickly clouded disguise
hiding truth’s origination

No shelter is wide enough to protect
from the constant deluge spilling
from faux heavens above
when spirits cry
Stephan Apr 2016
Each day brings with it change,
something new waiting,
maybe good, maybe not so much

Everyone views things differently,
sunny days or rain, each
hold qualities that can be either

Regardless of how you take it,
you are never wrong
no matter what someone may say

Just remember this,
you are who you are
and you are special

There will always be those
who try to knock you down
with whatever force they can

Stand strong and understand
you can't be everything
to all people

And neither can they,
no matter how much
they act like they can
Stephan Apr 2016
Beware the shadows that harbor the fear
Wearing a smile to entice
Bringing a storm to the lingering clear
More than enough to suffice

Coloring clouds in an off center shade
Planning apart the disguise
All that will glisten, the edge of their blade
Steel once embedded the skies

Preying the fool on your worries does rest
Hands over eyes now the view
Changing the truth into lies is the quest
Oh its so easy to do

Words made of candy to sweeten the pain
Sugar attracting your stare
Waving good bye to the few who remain
Brother and sister beware
Stephan Apr 2016
I stood there staring at the thick drapes
as my cat sharpened his claws
pulling at the fabric, exposing some light,
knowing full well I should just walk away

But I could hear a loud commotion
coming from just the other side

And as I reached for the split
a little voice in my head said,
“You really don’t want to
know what’s going on out there”

But my cat meowed, “Oh go ahead,
curiosity never hurt me!”

So I opened them

Now I wish I hadn’t
God I hate that **** cat
Stephan Apr 2016
Now that I’ve lost her,
I wish I could turn back the hands of time
to that point where I decided I wanted to live,
and change my mind

Not because of the pain I am feeling
but because of the pain
I caused her
Stephan Apr 2016
I have realized
that you have
to be on the inside
looking out
to see how it feels
to be outside
always looking in
and I already know
that feeling well enough
so I’ll just close
these **** things now
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