Poems by Michael Carter
Head down eyes down
Heart down mood down
Feeling for those who dont feel
Attitude is rundown
The act has become real
Outershell concocted of confidence
Must conceal and never reveal the demons on his heels
He’ll lose appeal
Being ignored is his greatest fear
And his fear often appears in moments involving his peers
He wonders
What happened throughout all of these years
When his mind clear it creeps near
He’s never seeked an ear
So his sincere words often just dissapear
Often ignored lately
Open, ghostly faces fearing for my safety
Afraid he maybe will act shady
Do something he might regret
Upset, the darkness falls upon him like a silhouette
One man roulette
With a wrist were the razors sit
A stomach where the pills fill all into the misfit
Commit, do it, do it you piece of shit
In the morning as luck would have it
He ceased his internal conflict
When the horizon brightens
And the sun kisses the darkness
And the light that once sparkled is tarnished
Edges sharpened
Bargain to keep that glow
Release it
Let it go
The grim reality of somber living
Wishing the sun had stayed risen
Stayed forgiving
Stayed giving the light you have to those who would actually listen
So keep believing
Keep existing
For no reason
Other than to feel the light again
The unprovoked self-pity of a once happier man
Roped into cynicism by the stains of blood upon his hands
The realities of nature he no longer understands
And his hatred was lifted just to fall into place again
That grass is greener, but mine seems bleaker
My mind seems bleaker
They say they want to help but words aint enough to reach you
I keep the reaper close and let the spirits pass through
And maybe my past can pass you
Without a second glance, or judge of my decisions
Opinions are opinions but yours are
just something different
In yours I take an interest
If hell is the price to pay for your approval
A pitchfork in sight in my afterlife will be brutal
But worth it
A damaged rose still grows in the sunlight
Those missing pedals make it special in it’s own right
Take it without its thorns and you miss something genuine
So take time and respect the flower
The beauty brings you smiles in your darkest hours
Not its intent though
It is just a rose
Imperfect perfections are the only thing that it knows
It makes you feel loved
The color of blood
Drawn out of your fingertips
This is the one
I feel pain but I still wish to gain your love
I feel connected to you
This bud was my way to get the message to you
Don’t let it dry out
Don’t let it dry out
A stem cracked in half and pedals cover the floor
This rose meant something to me but you mean so much more
Drain the water that gives it life
Wonder what the intent is
Feelings are feelings
But my rose is still living
Poetry 