Tempted by an old addiction
A friend went over the top
Falling into his old routine
Now he’s unable to stop
Triggering deep seated issues
Feelings from so long ago
Getting high rather than crying
Going with the flow
What caused this aberration?
Bringing back the black hole
Stampeding over emotions
Smoke floating over the bowl
The blank in life surrounding
Only memories from the past
Keep coming to the forefront
Torturing tears of the harassed
© 2011 Michael Yost 10/01
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Addiction, Anger, Anxiety, betrayal, Blood, Choices, Confusion, Consequences, Crying, Death, Deception, Depression, Drugs, Expectations, Friendship, Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Pain, Wonder
Gutter pizza steams
Round worms seek shelter
Pigeons flock to scene
Broken zipper streams
Boil weeping smelter
Gutter pizza steams
Lacerations scream
Doubling up, welter
Pigeons flee the scene
Conscience fades to dreams
Nightmare now alters
Gutter pizza steams
Pigeons flock to scene
© 2011 Michael Yost 02/09
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Choices, Consequences, Drunk, Gutter Pizza, Melancholy, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Pigeons, pizza, Vomit, Zipper
Tossing and turning sheets twisting around
Lashed to a pallet bobbing up bobbing down
Bed clothes and pillows cold soaking wet
Salt watered tearing eyes burning with sweat
Thunder then lightening jump with a start
Bullets and tracers you grab at your heart
You open your mouth in a silent scream
Crumpling to the floor realizing it’s a dream
Tossing and turning sheets torn asunder
Lashed to a pallet you begin to wonder
You open your mouth in a silent scream
Crumpling to the floor realizing it’s a dream
A dream
© 2010 Michael Yost 11/04
Over the edge hanging by four fingers
The pit of my being said let’s not linger
Adrenaline strength, but one finger was slipping
Salt in my eyes from the sweat that was dripping
Falling in slow motion my hand is grabbed tight
My feet start to slide as I fight for my life
Going down hard, rock’s cut open my knees
Then I stopped my slide when I grabbed a tree
He pulled me forward and I fell face down
Clutching the weeds, I was praising the ground
I thanked the stranger that saved me from dying
My tears mixed with sweat as I started crying
I finally get up and look down the dirt road
Thinking I’ll never stray and do as I’m told
No matter how tempting the sights may be
I’ll look down at my leg and the scar on my knee
© 2011 Michael Yost
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Consequences, Fear, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Old Scars, Pain, Poetry
No way should we play about the way of the street
Look in their eyes find the spy with blood on their feet
We must turn on a dime so we can escape their heat
To get away from those who scare so we can retreat
© 2015 Michael Yost 04/29
*Please Don’t Loot And Burn Down Your Neighborhoods
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Death, Depression, Dreams, Fear, God, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Poetry, tears
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
The anchor’s dragging from the wind blowing
Sails are stowed so the boat must be towing
Two anchors dropped bow into the waves
Dark clouds with sheets of rain counting graves
Pealing thunder brought Hope from the cabin
Snapping a switch Hope brought out the lightning
Purple, blue and white colors lit up the night
Asking Hope smiling if she had a kite
No but we must go see Davy Jones
The boat started to sink shivering bones
Hope sang a magic song I’d never heard
Capturing my heart and soul the words blurred
Jumping overboard and I started to swim
My confusion cleared up out of the dim
Out of my dream I wake up in the moat
The first one offering her hand was Hope
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/25
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anchors, Anxiety, betrayal, Choices, Consequences, Counting Graves, Dark Clouds, Davy Jones, Death, Dreams, Expectations, Fear, God, Hope, Humor, Kite, Lightening, Lonliness, Magic, Melancholy, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Poetry, Shivering, sleep, Thunder, Wind, Wonder
Upon the rooftop reaching for the stars
Looking up you see stars, Venus and Mars
Wishing for some magic and discover
You’re holding feelings under cover
You can’t hide forever magic will show
Your feet over the world are still shadows
Running, walking or creeping with all fours
Going nowhere you’re stuck like before
Until you accept that magic won’t work
Trying the last one thing of you going berserk
You can’t run for feelings under cover
Seeing it all out you’re going to suffer
© 2014 Michael Yost 05/14
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Berserk, Choices, Consequences, Creeping, Dreams, Expectations, Fear, Magic, Mars, Michael Yost, Nightmares, Rooftop, Under Cover, Venus, Wonder
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, betrayal, Consequences, Cracked Egg Shells, Depression, Drugs, Fear, God, Health, Locked Doors, Lonliness, Love, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Mirror, Needles and Pins, Nightmares, PTSD, Sins, sleep, Uncovering
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, betrayal, Dementia, Fear, Lonliness, Mental Health, Michael Yost, Nightmares, No Choices, Poetry
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
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Anxiety, Consequences, Deadlines, Depression, Dreams, Embrace, Expectations, Faith, Fear, Michael Yost, Nightmares
I never had to compete
Against closed doors and mirrors
Once you had my heart in tow
I could see you more clearer
Nightmares flood my naked mind
Down in the hole sides like glass
Reflecting her face not mine
Her narcissistic ways crashed
© 2012 Michael Yost 4/24
Gutter pizza steams
Round worms seek shelter
Pigeons flock to scene
Broken zipper streams
Boil weeping smelter
Gutter pizza steams
Lacerations scream
Doubling up, welter
Pigeons flee the scene
Conscience fades to dreams
Nightmare now alters
Gutter pizza steams
Pigeons flock to scene
© 2011 Michael Yost
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The moon’s shadow reflects the Blackness forming in my heart.
The tempo of my heels attempts to sooth my rage of discontent,
On the cold unyielding cement.
The night air cooling the flush of my skin radiating
Desperation, exasperation and perspiration.
Struggling between betrayal, anger and tears.
What has come up on me is my greatest fear;
Your love for another is made perfectly clear.
You left our unmade bed and a broken condom behind,
On a sweat soaked pillow that used to be mine.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Shedding not one tear
Tied on banister to tight
Swaying with each breath
Door has small hinges
Great vacuum it creates
Push pull as in death
Rescuing at hand
Lashed no longer to the rail
The banister fails
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost booguloo@live.com
Tossing and turning sheets twisting around
Lashed to a pallet bobbing up bobbing down
Bed clothes and pillows cold soaking wet
Salt watered tearing eyes burning with sweat
Thunder then lightening jump with a start
Bullets and tracers you grab at your heart
You open your mouth in a silent scream
Crumpling to the floor realizing it’s a dream
Tossing and turning sheets torn asunder
Lashed to a pallet you begin to wonder
You open your mouth in a silent scream
Crumpling to the floor realizing it’s a dream
A dream
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost booguloo@live.com
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