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Michael Hessman Poem
The words you spout
fill me with doubt
they are perplexing to my soul
the diversions they create'
Well
Time foretold and tore the wool
from my eyes
your narcissism runs deep,
your many faces slowly came to light
when the doors were closed
whilst away from prying eyes
Long awaited were my cries
I was like meat on a hook
wilted down over time
Your words like knives to my soul
Relentlessly swiping strokes
All I could do is fade
I'm starting to think
that angels aren't as strong
as demons!
My demons now crawl
from shoulder to shoulder
warding off those winged
pretenders.
TBC
Copyright © Michael Hessman | Year Posted 2021
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Michael Hessman Poem
Dear soul
I m sorry for activating you
I knew not of what I had unleashed
I am sorry for not knowing how to nurture you!
In my defence you did not come with instructions
when you emerged!
You then left
I feel that It must have been your impatience with me.
I now beg for your return I haven't been
the same since you've gone
I did not truly know what alone was untill you left!
You see it wasn't my fault' I never knew a soul could exist like that. Were you a temporary gift? Or did I squander your existence?
I never felt such awr before and got scared of your existance, those moments were surreal and left me clouded wishing for a rewind.
Now that that fear will never exist in me again
The clarity I now have must have been your gift
I now whole heartedly beg for your return
come back to me so we can be as one once more!
Copyright © Michael Hessman | Year Posted 2021
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Michael Hessman Poem
The inference you sing
seems like my own life
so many words that you say
descriptions of my hell
I wish they would Fade away
but like a tattoo on the face,
of an old Staind shirt
It won't leave my mind
Then you Blow Away
all these fears with these tunes
So Please
A little help Right Here
it goes a long way
just like the pain I held inside
No one knows all the things
I been through out there
or all the things that you unknowingly helped me through!
On your hand written pages
are the words of my life
I hear them now
And it takes me back
The Excess Baggage I bring round with me
It's a timeline for me to rewind
This is my PTSD
it's with me everywhere,
I didn't "carry" through my wars
words of history were our tools
It's stacking up hard now
tearing through
this weary soul
Yet It's Been Awhile
since I've been down that road
Now I'll leave this
Torment behind
never beckoning me, I lay them to rest
This Reply to our Reality will make me Suffer no more
Just so you know
I'm not some Wannabe
looking for some Paper Wings
my song's not about that
So Right Here and right now,
I guess there's only one thing
left to say'
And it's this'
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This is For You!
Copyright © Michael Hessman | Year Posted 2020
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Michael Hessman Poem
It is a
mesmerizing
thing to plant the seed
of thought in a persons mind
but in the event that feelings (whether good or bad)
become attached to that ever growing
seed, it can become a heartless
gesture to leave it
unnurtured
Copyright © Michael Hessman | Year Posted 2020
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Michael Hessman Poem
I feel the darkness of your stare leaching the goodness from my soul with every passing moment. I feel it draining my life force from within. It is unexplainable, I can not put my finger on it but it is there, something from you is leaching the life from me. It is as if your a black hole and I am the sun in which you steal the light from. In your absence I feel a sense
of normalcy again, as if life has poured itself back into me. It has occurred to me that our souls have never been compatible or even on the same plane. I long for a greater existence in which you are the road block.
Copyright © Michael Hessman | Year Posted 2020
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Comfort zones
never make for
greatness'
live outside the box
make your waves
follow your gut
and most of all
your heart because
your mind will
always run you
in circles.
Copyright © Michael Hessman | Year Posted 2020
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Michael Hessman Poem
Just because you came equipped with angel eyes
doesn't mean you have the wings to fly!
You have invisible shackles from down under holding you fastened, keeping you grounded!
Love hurts, it keeps you blind for a time
Wake when the cake wears off
This soul awaits retribution
Why does Karma beckon this consciousness wrapped in flesh?
does this ever end?
as a twenty year old all I saw was red
Since then' two decades of lost sight wandering through a cloud of apathy..
Does it ever end.
Copyright © Michael Hessman | Year Posted 2021
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