Monthly Archives: March 2014

Why I hate this picture (and so should you)


How Does It Effect You?

Broken Believers


There are four areas that chronic depression will effect you.

  1. Emotions
  2. Thoughts
  3. Physical
  4. Behavior

We need to really visualize the areas in order to understand. This grasp of the facts will not change a thing, but will only give you a sense of what depression is doing to you, or your loved ones.

Some will emphasize one or another. But all four areas play a part in this disease. We may think we can twist around these, but we’ll find we are still trapped by the evil ogre of depression. (And he takes all the prisoners he can.)

We are hostages to this sickness. Depression truly destroys lives and hopes. It comes uninvited, and springs its trap on us. It can immobilize us in an instant.

David knew what it was like to be a hostage of depression. In Psalm 32:3-4 he wrote:

“For when I kept silent, my bones wasted…

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Dust can only fill these lines
Words split into pieces too fine
Fingers follow attempting rhyme
Calling these dam nightmares benign

Slicing my mind his serpentine
Taking the gray that defines
Making sure my silence won’t whine
Of memories once intertwined

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/26

Wrote Didn’t Write

My wrote didn’t write again last night
Not feeling anything it seems
Now understanding deadline’s plight
Using nets to catch streams of dreams

Drifting away my visions prance
Dreams rise and I fumble for my pen
Caught in the whirlwind of a trance
Passing secrets from middlemen

Watching peace suddenly turning
As nightmares rear raising their hoofs
I can see now that hell’s burning
Remember our faith’s fireproof

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/23


City sidewalks crack under the pressure
While the tree’s branches strain towards the heavens
Winds coming so strong they’re hard to measure
Branches lay flat to the ground and blend in

Leaves explodes the intent of the wind
Each leaf has a prayer and calms the mighty gale
Leaves first to the skies, branches next wind skinned
Birds that were hiding are now on the wind’s tail

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/08

Breakfast at McDonald’s

This put tears in my eyes

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
March 7, 1998

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.

The last class I had to take was Sociology.

The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.

Her last project of the term was called “Smile.”

The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.

I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning.

It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.

We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us…

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Call Her Mama

Squeezed headlong into this cold room
Confused and losing my balance
Screaming out for my mother’s womb
Crying outside for inside’s absence

This teat tastes like it’s ambrosia
And this warm blanket heats the spot
I’m going to call her Mama
I am liking this place a lot

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/06

The Curb Can be Cold

Here we are again, once more on the curb
What we own is here, on the lawn, in the “burb”
All were looking and we’d hoped not to disturb
Old friends closed drapes, when Dad’s cries were heard

His job and home gone, no one seemed to care
Once his shotgun was found, he looked for stares
Raising his gun, cops killed him there in his chair
All were looking and we’d hoped not to scare

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/05

Brown Stones


Our quiet street’s one way, cars sleeping both sides
Room for one boy’s car, he waves and glides by
Tree’s trellis once offered shade from the day’s heat
They were cut down too early, taking our relief

Stoops store the sun’s warmth, evening breezes equalize
Pushing away the clouds to see the stars, and clear skies
An A.C. was running loudly and Dad lost his poise
A girl yelled back, “He’s sick, sorry for the noise”

“He’s ill and hoping, you’ll enjoy your presents”
My Dad’s feeling sad now, really reticent
Sending the young girl to meet the truck driver
He hands her the stylus accepting for neighbors

And for the old man’s happiness, on his last night
His smile never left his face on his final flight
The years have been good to us with happy memories
Knowing we’ll fly into afterwards with comfort and ease

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/02

Pray – for Prompt 45 Festering Jealousy

Pray – for Prompt 45 Festering Jealousy.



Walking slowly beside the river’s flow
Enjoying the cool green grass beneath our toes
Looking at the sun beginning to fade
I can see her face downcast, feeling betrayed

Her expectant feelings flushing my face
Now my feet quickened to keep up her pace
Papers I hold will keep her boyfriend here
With my love for her hoping we steer clear

© 2014 Michael Yost 03/02