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
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
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
Under my fingertips your lips were moist.
I was certain I heard your pleasure voiced
Those goose bumps were real, I felt at your door.
That brief stolen kiss whispering one more
My feet in the door, one more kiss to gain
Hands slid down your frame I knew you’d abstain
Intoxicating scent left on my hands
I left rather quickly fearing quicksand
©2011 Michael Yost 04/28
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Dreams, Embrace, Expectations, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Lust, Michael Yost, Poetry, Writing
Traces of faces staring while on my calloused knees
Praying to release me from their dark ceremonies.
The Brothers slamming doors driving it back into my ears.
Overwhelming my head causing these streams of tears
Crawling up the wall slipping on the children’s tears soaked moss…
Finally falling feeling failure and another loss.
I gave away my possession’s as I was being pulled back
Keeping moldy bread that I found and water in a sack.
The ten foot doors were closed and locked.
My efforts were answered with a rock to knock.
A brown hooded robe came with dark sunken eyes.
My mind remembering all the pain, hate and lies
I was a baby left with the Brothers years before.
My nightmare’s were started behind their locked doors.
Walking through the door wishing the keystone would drop.
Remembering at eight working the fields tending the crops.
© 2015 Michael Yost 01/10
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Depression, Expectations, Lonliness, Michael Yost, Poetry, Writing
All I can give are these few words written here
Uncovering part of my life hoping to clear
Being left behind wrestling with my old fears
The same unspoken problems behind my tears
No molds or experience just an empty void
Tripping over my cold darkened thoughts yet a boy
Being held backward or worst yet pushed through destroyed
Reliving parts of my life no longer being toyed
The mirrored web cracked splintering some of my sins
While I tip toe on eggshells, needles and pins
Hoping today the rest of my life begins
Opening the locked doors that are held tight within
© 2014 Michael Yost 04/05
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Lonliness, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry
Being caught up into her stagnation
It’s hard work watching her four blank walls
Rocking my chair in alienation
Her breathing and my rocking had stalled
Indiscernible music and lyrics
Screaming silence into her musty room
Wiggling their arses farting satiric
Opening my mind’s eye seeing the gloom
Being left alone staring at her walls
Only seeing the dust around the frame
Fading memories as pictures fall
Nothing now will ever be the same
© 2015 Michael Yost 07/19
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Depression, Expectations, Lonliness, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Poetry, Writing
They say I’ve got to make change
For the next transfer…
Looks like you’ve got too much.
Let’s split it so we can both walk instead.
I hope your back pocket doesn’t have enough
change for the transfer.
©2015 Michael Yost 07/16
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Choices, Consequences, Depression, Embrace Change, Friendship, Lonliness, Love, Michael Yost
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
The world is empty and void without you
As I spin the flesh falls off and drifts into space
Raw emotions left at the pulsating core
With nothing left to embrace
Nothing like before
The cold vacuum ices over the warmth of distant stars
Drawing out the last bit of life I have left
Pulsating less and less till no more
Frozen solid conscious yet alive stalling death
Nothing like before
Or does your conscience just stream and dream
When you die, left spinning, just beginning
The world is empty and void without you anymore
No forgiveness of my sinning
Nothing like before
© 2011 Michael Yost 06/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Drifting in Space, Fear, God, Lonliness, Michael Yost, No Forgiveness, Raw emotions, Wonder
We all have a purpose beyond who we are
Ignoring it and pushing it too far
Everyone knows it comes up too late
Ignoring me and pushing me to hate
Now just around the next corner I peeked
This far away I could smell him he reeked
Leaving mom and me alone long ago
We each forgave watching bloody piss flow
© 2015 Michael Yost 04/26
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Addiction, Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Death, Depression, Embrace, Expectations, Fear, Hate, Lonliness, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Poetry, Sadness, Writing