Michael Harper

Michael Harper Sep 2013

Regret

I lay stiff at night with my memories haunting me,
memories of lost opportunities brought to me.
I was always to hesitant follow through.
It is a disease, in some ways it has helped me,
but it still delivers a slow, painful demise.

regret

The word is daunting in it's self let a lone the meaning.
I wish for no one to have regrets,
for I most of all know its pain.
I swim in a sea of regret,
the last boat has already passed.
Now I must learn to float,
or fall to the bottom as it encumbers me.

Michael Harper May 2013

Revenge

I should feel joy
Yet I feel nothing
I should feel complete
Yet I feel empty
I finally got my revenge
Yet I have no clue what it was for
I should be laughing at the face of my enemy
Yet I have sympathy for my fallen foe
Good has triumphed over evil,
or so I think
Perhaps I was the villain the whole time.
If so do I fix what I have broken?
or do I leave before I make it any worse?

Michael Harper Oct 2012

I Forget

With the passing of time I start to forget.
The good and the bad, it all fades away
She had made a mark on my heart,
but I can't remember why.
I can hardly remember her face, her voice, or the warmth of her touch.
It disturbs me how I can so easily forget,
when the only thing I remember is her name
and even that requires deep thought.
I wonder though if I'm better off not remembering.
Maybe it's my heart's defense mechanism
To keep it from bleeding out once more.

Michael Harper Sep 2012

Attention of a Nat

A.D.D. is not a disease.
More like a pest,
just drives you mad.
But does not hurt you,
usually.
Its like you dont ha~~
... Is that bacon?
Smells like bacon...
****...
What was i talking about?

Michael Harper Aug 2012

Lies of reality

Do I truely hate someone?
Or do i just tell myself that i should?
Do i actually love?
Or do i tell myself to?
Just to feel human.
I say an opinion but is it mine?
Or is it what has been engraved into my skull?
Is it wrong to add to the truth,
For the entertainment of others,
To make my meager existance worth viewing?
Is it worse that the real and the fictional
Become one in the same to me?
My lies become reality
Reality becomes my lies.
What does that make me then?
A creature of lies?
Or does it actually make me human?

Michael Harper Jul 2012

Stuck in the Middle

The glass is not half empty nor is it half full.
It is not to dark or to light.
I am not happy nor am I sad.
I am not vengeful or even merciful.
I am not angery nor content.
I am not loved or forgoten
I am stuck in the middle,
the one thing i am is annoyed.

Michael Harper Jun 2012

Blink, blink, blink

Blink, blink, blink.
The one parallels another,
the shadow waiting to cover

Blink, blink, blink.
A new day begins,
yet here I still lay.

Blink, blink, blink.
The one is alone this time,
I wonder if it is scared.

Blink, blink, blink.
The neon snake leaves home,
a null of sound stains the room.

Blink, blink, blink.
Now a Pitchfork,
stabbing my brain.

Blink, blink, blink.
I don't even know anymore,
just go away!

Blink, blink, blink.
The snake returns home,
the birds awaken,
and the shadows die away
along with any hope of rest tonight.

Late nights always equal weird for me and poetry.