Category: POEMS

  • A Writer Who Doesn’t Write

    I breathe in ideasAnd with my pen I give them lifeInventing worlds all around meMy characters haunting me dailyAbout what will happen nextHonestly, I don’t have a clueWhat the next scene should do. And so, they stay unfinishedI’ve blocked them outMy time is occupied and distractedBy everyday life. They begin…

  • I Choose Me

    I spent my life chasing butterfliesThey are hard to catch you seeFor only if they land on youIs it truly meant to be. I spent my life trying to belongBut nothing felt right for meI felt invisible for too longThe light never shined on me. I spent my life searching…

  • Little Handwritten Notes

    Notepad in hand,I write from the top of my headWondering what I should put down instead.Darker thoughts always come to mind,Might be easier if I wrote something else this time.The same words just renewed,Repeated back and said to youOpen a window,To get a view.Are you still reading this?Because I don’t…

  • Crumbled Pages

    What is a writer to do?When they cannot think of something new.The fragments of my mind all crumbled up,Tossed to the ground,While I dig something else up.The ink bleeds from its pages,Leaves me with empty spaces.Read them aloud so you don’t forget them now.Rereading my work,Looking for inspiration somehow.Don’t have…

  • Embers

    The smell of death lingers in the air,And whose door does it knock on,But my very own.Maggots spill from my mouth,And crush beneath my bare feet,And who do I have to blame,But my own self defeat.A storm rage inside of me,And escapes from my eyes.Let the rain cascade from these…

  • Window Light

    A light pierces the window above me,the shadows fill this room.A glowing light right next to me,is surprisingly brighter than the moon.And yet I lay here silent,encased by sounds all around.Reflected in my memories,imprinted in me now.And if you should be listening,to the poem I’m writing now.Just keep it in…

  • What is Hate?

    Hate is a double edge swordIt’s stabs two places at once.Inflicting pain on the source.While the other lies in anguish.Hate has no winner,As both have lost.No room for loveIs the ultimate cost.  M.STEIN

  • Spider’s Nest

    They bleed you dryThe webs they spin you can’t untieSqueezing you until there is nothing leftTake one last look at this spider’s nest. M.STEIN

  • Fragments

    Anyone can feed you a hand full of soft wordsBut behind their intentions, can be a double edge swordTheir thoughts and feelings spun, together all in oneDangling in a spider’s webWaiting for you to come. M.STEIN