Makes Me Cry

Mountains spread the echoes from my sighs
Trying to hide from who’s making me cry
Silence so loud it sang our old song
She erupted and ran our chances gone

Later the siren’s song drew me near
Causing all my fears to disappear
Her scaled tail slapping out loud the beat
My will slipping away, I dove deep

Raising the spell, my head is clearing
I have to vanquish it for the King
Finding the Golden sword I grabbed it
Swimming to the surface I swung quick

Minutes went by her head sank fast
Looked in the water I sat aghast
Tail fins turned into feet made me sigh
Nowhere to hide from who makes me cry

© 2015 Michael Yost 07/29

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My Hiding Place

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

Side By Side

You’ve stole my heart the day we met
Our two souls mingle now sharing our breath
Now It beats for two with no regret
Breathing now labored with thoughts of death

Pulling away our feelings strained
Grabbing each other we reconnect
It’s no use as we try to explain
Knowing each other we’d resurrect

The King screamed to the gallows post haste
His Princess had ran away before
Her Father had enough being disgraced
Hinges squeaked opening the trap doors

© 2015 Michael Yost 07/20

Four Blank Walls

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

Split It

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

She’s The Boss

Sound of colors only known to some
Or watching heat waves from the sun
Feeling the whispers from her pink lips
She let me go as she grabbed her hips

With her cold stare down she won he blinked
She told him once more she turned and winked
Her Dad died and she overcame loss
Watching the changes done proved she’s boss

© 2015 Michael Yost 07/14