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Jason Michie Mar 2021
Next best thing to crying...

Telling someone how you feel.

Next best thing to dying...

When they don't believe you're real.
© 03/19/21 Jason R. Michie  All Rights Reserved
Jason Michie Apr 2022

Worn photograph clutched
Tightly in the mind's eye
Faces faded, edges rough
Light preserved by hopes lie

Lush garden terrace
Woven through with thorns
Soft smile turned sharp grimace
Scarcely healed scars torn

Fairytale truths delude
Poison apple dreams
The really-real world
Seethes behind the seems

Dark mirrors reflection
Bends reality
Echoes of connection
Charm eternity
04/02/22
Jason Michie Jun 2024
It wasn't feeling your skin against mine,
Or your breath whispering in my ear...

It wasn't feeling the heat of your body,
Or the wild intellect burning in your eyes...

It wasn't your fire lighting up my entire universe,
Or the electric ecstasy in every breath between us...

It was thinking that you felt it too,
And believing we would for eternity.
04/09/22
Jason Michie May 2021
When one's life has hit rock bottom
At the ripe old age of nineteen
When the apple of life has gone rotten
And hopeful plans wither to faded dreams

When one's confidence is shot
And one's hope has slowly waned
When one's faith in love is all but lost
And one's self-esteem's been drained

When one's spent their life to overcome
The pain of losing their one true one
When one's reached out to touch only ice
To be judged and rejected once, twice, thrice

When one's messages are deleted unread
And pictures cannot fill the hole in one's heart
When the only chance to hear your voice is in one's head
One begins the onerous process of falling apart

When healing has begun and the dull throb doesn't beat one jaded
When the sunlight breaks the clouds for the first time in dark ages
When the black hole ***** a little less and the stars aren't so faded
One will still be here waiting to hear an answer sought by fools and sages

Some things you just never get over,
Even after all the stages of grief, and all the healing,
The simplest things can still smack you right out of your body,
A phone ringing, for example, why am I still waiting for that call?

© 05/07/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Michie May 2021

I would rather have lived in a trailer with you,

Than to have lived the rockstar life without you.

© 05/17/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Michie May 2021
The cost of a soul is never cheap
A heart broken whole sleeps ever-deep
Healings toll is inclined to be steep
Heaven toils, devils reap
© 05/20/21 Jason R/ Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Michie May 2021
Her star is her spirit
Her heart is my light
Weather, far, or near it
Illuminates my night
© 05/20/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Michie May 2021

I was never sure if she was
locked away in a tower somewhere

Or if she was the dungeon master
and I was the one on the rack

Jason Michie May 2021

Salt in a sea of pain
Vast, deep, and pure
Ocean of tear-fallen rain

© 05/26/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason Michie Jul 2021

Circumstance-severed ties
Shine like fugazi
Labor under lies
Instead of being, set free

Smothered in shadow
Beneath that Giving Tree
Struggling to let go
The aftermath of deceit

Falling for the untrue
Failing my destiny
Calling out for proof
Smoke-signaling my sanity


© 07/05/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
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