The words reflect the poet’s depth of thought
Accounting for antagonist’s naught
Crushed by the wheels of the juggernaut
Accomplishing without looking haut
© 2011 Michael Yost
The words reflect the poet’s depth of thought
Accounting for antagonist’s naught
Crushed by the wheels of the juggernaut
Accomplishing without looking haut
© 2011 Michael Yost
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Blame, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Lonliness, Love, Melancholy, Mental Health, Writing
If she would love me I’d feel it forced
If she would love me I’d feel remorse
It should have happened already by now
It should have happened before our vows
If I had known it was out of sympathy
If I had known before today she’d be free
It should have been done with feelings of love
It should have been done without feeling shoved
If you told me I wouldn’t be grieved
If you told me I would feel deceived
It should have been your responsibility
It should have been six so you were easier to carry
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/27
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Death, Deception, Expectations, Fear, Friendship, Love, Michael Yost, Sadness, Vengeful Revenant, Writing
Whispers of the truth somehow lose their way
People find enjoyment changing what they convey
Others can’t genuinely hear what was said
More often I think this is how lies are spread
When whispers come stop them in their tracks
Don’t be part of the problem don’t join the attack
Or tell them to speak up so all around can hear
Besides if you’ve done nothing what would you fear
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/26
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Love, Michael Yost, Poetry, Whispers, Writing
Self pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive. It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred, and I think actually hatred’s a subset of self pity and not the other way around – ‘It destroys everything around it, except itself.’
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Tagged Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Hatred, Mental Health, Self Pity, Writing
Renewed feelings slipped through my defense
Had to make room they were getting intense
Beating back only stiffened their resolve
Heart’s overflowing as it dissolves
Passing by again her head held high
Mona Lisa smile eyes piercing deny
Any love left has gone by the way side
Now I see it nothing’s left but to die
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/23
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Death, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Found Memories, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, Mona Lisa, Poetry, Writing
Walking around me their heads close together
Heading toward then running up the red stair
The blue stair just ahead slipping on my tears
Trying to catch them on the red stair without fear
Crossing onto the red stairs my nose bled
I’m trying to get over the things they’d said
My own light flickering starting to fade
Breaking my spirit leaving my edges frayed
Now two more behind me conjuring dread
Spells ringing and bouncing inside my head
Crouching down I jumped to the blue stairs
Scared the witches catching them unawares
Jumping higher than I thought possible
I thought that their flying seemed impossible
I seen them fly solving an aged old question
There wasn’t a saddle they stayed on with suction
© 2016 Michael Yost 03/02
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Brooms, Choices, Consequences, Expectations, Fear, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, Saddles, Witches
When are you going to get up and fight
Knowing you’ll be found righteous and right
Laying on the floor sobbing is quite the sight
Get up when you fail show him your spite
Facing the mirror blood flows like he said
Fingers interlaced behind my head
Feeling defeated forehead on the wall
There was a tear sheet, “You Better Call Saul”
© Michael Yost 03/16
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anger, Anxiety, Blame, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Fear, Michael Yost, Poetry, Writing
Busted seams of tattered dreams deeds hidden from the sun
Driven by the dawning twilight, only to be spun
Twitter tweakers face aglow, nursing a warm beer
Sweaty fingered Razor tweeting, “McKenzie needs a lift here”
Last lick bindle prick, reflection surrounds the spoon
Shifting stance, shoulder glance, hiding from the moon
Rubbing thread bare Ruby Rigid swollen with desire
Live for today, never stay, time will soon expire
© 2010 Michael Yost 11/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Addiction, Anger, Anxiety, Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Death, Deception, Depression, Drugs, Expectations, Fear, Michael Yost, tweaker
Growing older shortens time
The sun and shovels blister
Dead Men’s Chest off key’s a crime
Dying is lifetime’s closure
This is not the bitter end
The wheelhouse rolls with raves
And the main sail billow sends
Helped pushed and pulled by waves
The dead men told no tales
And those who danced with Jack Ketch
Or went for Moby Dick the whale
Anything else was another stretch
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/13
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Blame, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Dreams, Expectations, Fear, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost, Wonder, Writing
Lazy eye turns and I see double
Tired eyes close, the start of the trouble
Drifting away, sleep seals my work
Minutes later, a sudden jerk
Awake now and ready to start
Writing half lines within my heart
It’s a price I pay with new meds
Wonder if it’s worth, sleeping instead
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/15
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Depression, Dreams, Drugs, Expectations, Faith, Fear, God, Humor, Michael Yost, New Meds, Poetry, Wonder, Writing
Tension in my shoulders ballooning
I want to break Hannah and her horse
There’s voices coming from actors lips
Not their own and speak with volume down
How to deal with this torment alone
I know get off my ass and phone
some friend………
© 2015 Michael Yost 06/08
*Started 3 days ago
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Fear, Friendship, Lonliness, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Poetry, Tension, Writing