Happenstance

The fluidity of life—the days that pass—

May bring me love and hope that something

Good may one day last. I did not set out,

To explore the world through expectant eyes

But it seems all my dreary thoughts have fallen

To the wayside, and I cannot breathe without

Fond memories burning deep within me.

A soft touch, the feeling of your hair through

My fingertips binds the entirety of my being.

Love is dripping, like the faucet in your kitchen,

Or exists as the gentle ticks of your clock.

The curtains lofting upwards from the gentle gust,

Painting the picture of your personality and vigour.

Secrets slice between strange circumstance—

Strangers mingle amongst chance encounters.

I am holding the image of a soft face and wishing,

I could take her with me, or at least understand

The meaning of our happenstance.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Thoughtless

The speech will be sputtered systemically,

As if rehearsed for an indefinite amount of time—

Memorized precisely—but removed

From conscious thought by the fear arisen.

The voice may quiver incoherently, for

That is the way words have always been spoken—

And the moment will never last, no moment

Can ever last. The brevity—though poetic—

Will be dangerously benign and brisk.

Smiles will be had and tears will be shed,

Because despair has become expected,

And such an emotion has no other outlet.

The human heart will not subscribe

To rational thought, it never does…

Logic learned is easily dismissed by

The first delivery of laudation—

A lust completely devouring,

An unsought feeling of forever 

Being amiss. 

Too Much Thinking

Too much thinking is bad for my brain—

It is a disease that consumes me, the bane

To my being—the cause of the bashfulness

I am feeling. Thoughts and reasons,

Rumination and erring is what I am deeming

The ill will that airs to me—takes hold

In the dark and speaks in a tongue I cannot

Comprehend—surely it must mean my

Mind is too tiny to understand the pitiful

Paradigms which must be so… I am so

Afraid to step, I tend to omit the opulent

Aching which starts as a chill and meanders

Down past my toes—Woe for wisdom,

As it is the worst of luck—too many ideas

Are bad for my health, they swim in my

Head and never seem to get let out. 

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Truth

The truth is, I am empty—tapped out

Of fruitless fantasies and amorous aching.

I am convinced that I have no smiles

Left to smile or laughs in me to give.

I am sure that levity would be lost,

As irony cannot make me chuckle,

Or even hint of curdled feeling.

Left jaded and afraid, I am uncertain

And vaguely aware of calloused antics

That once were, and endings that

Haven’t always been joyous occasions.

Honestly, I spend my days delicately

Dancing around circumstance and

The unkind secret, that reappears,

Each time I stop to examined the

Whittled life I’ve been left to live.

I cannot keep my feet still for a moment,

Else I let trueness torture me

With apathy and archaic devices.

Dare not, the sun go down, for

Dawn must always been as dim

As dusk, one night prior

     DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com

Thievery

There is frivolity in my being,

The excited state, ever seeming

To hold my heart, and lead me blind,

The evil which has not aligned.

It is the succubus within my soul,

The selfish being in control

That steals the man within…

And slips into my skin.

Bound, betwixt and between,

I have fallen to an awkward scene.

Pushed by the fluent guise

Which whispers secrets—lies—

The coveted feeling has awoken,

Even though I have not spoken.

There are eyes guided by angelic wings,

That pluck on hearted strings—

Searching and calling, in belief

The heart is the greatest thief. 

DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com

The Tempest

Upon the window, enveloped in despair,

Reflects the caustic image I wish wasn’t there.

And as the tears come rolling down,

The water weds the solemn ground.

Under watchful eyes, I’m not alone,

Through the picture the tempest moans.

But those eyes, those blue-brown eyes,

Distract me from the thunder’s rise.

Binding me within the confines of my home,

I’m left shackled as the monster roams.

In my ire, ere a single thought, I shout,

“What has your mischief brought about?”

Upon the window, without despair,

Laughs the demon I wish wasn’t there.

And as the tears come rolling down,

The water weds the solemn ground.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

To Be Happy

This is what it feels like to lose a game that I never meant to play,

To feel myself drained, when happiness comes to play--

Left to brood, no love in my eyes--an empty veil to hide.

I once has the audacity to believe I should be happy,

The pretense to think I was a knight in shining armor.

Where are you, when the light goes out?

Where are you, when my eyes are closed?

Oh, my spinning head won't let me rest,

A plethora of listlessness overcoming,

Trying to hide the secrets held deep within.

May you walk towards the burning light,

And find me waiting there, and here my voice—

Listen to the silent plea my eyes deliver,

Look past the half-masked smile to the sadness within.

When my head is bowed, know I'm trying to speak,

Trying to let you see the face beneath the mask.

My eyes are red, for it is hard to sleep

While my wakefulness feels like a twisted dream.

When the lights turn off, the truth comes out,

Always leaving one of us malcontent.

Little did I know, little did I care;

Little did I know, I lost the game--

I lost before I even knew your name.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Together

I want the trouble that you would give me,

To share your fragile life and the heart that beats—

Lingering moments weaved before our eyes

Our youth is our only curse.

I want to hear each breath you take,

So I know by morning you’ll still be here.

Death painted fresh, ash beneath our feet—

You walk unfazed, to my disbelief,

Eyes the only hint to the sorrow you keep.

Not one for faith I find myself assured,

You, I trust more than I trust myself—

Guiding me through haunted tribulations

And the darkness I create.

I want to take your hand and guide you too,

Unified against the shadows that creep

We could walk together through the dark.

DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Tears in the Night

Beautiful girl with tears in the night,

Reaching out with a hopeful hand.

Happiness portrayed with smiles, forced—

And passion hidden upon her lips.

Filled with desire but not able to live—

Caught will the illness true love brings,

An empty heart and her love spilled.

She speaks with an empty voice,

For her body is bound to break.

Sadness taints a timeless beauty—

A beauty the world will never know.

Fragility her curse, her laugh her blessing,

Simplicity is her only wish—

To live her life the best she can.

In the darkness, all alone,

Her hands quiver, cursed by fear—

Chest rises and falls with heavy breathing

Her last thoughts to be lost forever,

Her heart left for her alone,

As she sits fearful through the night.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Tonight Alone

Tonight there will be no fairy tale endings,

No moonlit walks through the park.

I’m left alone instead, to beat myself up—

Forged memories falling apart,

The desire I harbor spilt in ink.

I am stuck imagining life with you here,

I want to tell you how much it hurts

To feel like a mistake.

The agony I put myself through,

Trying to find precise flaws

Is slowly tearing me apart.

And with each day I become more confused

Because all I want to do is speak

But you are not around—

Even if you were, I would remain quiet

For that seems to be who I am.

I hate living in this shadow,

All I wanted was to speak.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The World As I've Seen

I never want to leave this moment, I can’t breath—

If I said I miss you, you would not understand.

I’m bleeding teardrops of the days gone by,

Pitifully grasping dreams that last through time

I can’t remember what ever changed—

But I would give the world just to find it again.

A thousand voices may pass and falter—

But at the end of the day only one remains.

I don’t want to be a shell of what I once was

But I get afraid when the light goes out.

Reality twisted to the orchestra of the same voices—

There’s a world below I’ve never seen,

Nothing but sky above but still I dream—

The memory tender, the world as I’ve seen.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Characters of My Mind

An open book lies on the table,

An unwritten page towards me.

The cover is beaten and battered

And the pages are stained red

With the blood of good intention.

My thoughts are all scattered;

I wish to continue but am unable.

The characters, more real than I,

Speak in a language built of regret—

Whispering slyly from the pages,

They share the secrets that rule me

I name them but they are in control;

No sympathy in their juvenile age,

They tell me the story of how I die.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Timeless

She’s so beautiful I quiver when she’s near—

My breath is torn from my lungs,

My heart balances on her words.

When she reveals her heart to me

Bashfulness turns my face red,

Vacates my hopes of speaking.

When I look her in the eyes,

Absolute beauty is held in a gaze.

I try to make sure my words are right,

Yet my lips never want to move.

      DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Turn Back Time (Lyrics)

I walked the streets without a name,

I wished that someday you might feel the same—

My mind blank as night turned to day,

Face blank to what I had to say.

She looked so pretty in the light,

I tried to speak—she left my sight.

Never will I tell her my regret

I just pray we will both forget

  

Now by night I seem to lose my mind,

I can’t help but think of everything

And my heart will always feel this divide,

Hoping that words will turn back time

Sleepless nights are my best friends,

Counting stars till we meet the end.

I stand by you, try to speak—

Slowly thoughts begin to leak.

Now eyes begin to drift away,

All I want is for you to stay

But he’s the one who hears you,

And he’s the one who holds you.

Now by night I seem to lose my mind,

I can’t help but think of everything

And my heart will always feel this divide

Hoping that words will turn back time

Bloodshot eyes affixed in a glance,

Tears down my cheeks as you begin to dance,

My heart beats—I can’t stand to glimpse,

With each breath I begin to wince.

And when he looks into your eye,

I breathe and hope I’m soon to die—

Left alone in memories of you

Walking alone in a world without you

Now by night I seem to lose my mind,

I can’t help but think of everything

And my heart will always feel this divide,

Hoping that words will turn back time

Hoping that words will turn back time

Hoping that words will turn back time

Now by night I seem to lose my mind,

I can’t help but think of everything

And my heart will always feel this divide,

Hoping that words will turn back time

Now by night I seem to lose my mind,

I can’t help but think of everything

And my heart will always feel this divide,

Hoping that words will turn back time

Hoping that words will turn back time

      DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

To Fall for You

I think I might want to fall in love

And lay next to you every night until I die.

I want to find you and whisper in your ear,

Hold you tight and squeeze you until I find my breath.

I want to save your life and kiss your forehead,

Tell you that everything will be okay—

I want to take you to Paris and watch the stars

And remind you of the years that we should have shared.

I think I might want to fall in love when I find you;

I’ll be a concrete wall so you can watch me crumble—

I’ll come running when I hear your voice.

Let me be the humility in your own eyes,

Tell me that you never want to see me leave,

I think I might want to fall in love,

I might want to fall in love with you tonight.

     DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Prince Is About

I search the shelves of my life for the book with a fairy tale ending,

So I can read it to you before you fall asleep—I’ll be the prince

And you can be the princess—can I have this dance?

Look at me, my drab clothing, eyes with nothing left

I’m no prince, I’m just Romeo and you’re my Juliet,

We all know how that story ends—you can be the poison

That ends my life and breaks my heart again.

Silver horse, hair past his chin, he’s out there your real prince charming

And I’ll be standing here when he comes, holding a bouquet of roses.

You’re gone for good, I know but what makes him royalty?

When the clock strikes midnight, why can’t you hold hands with me?

He gets the glass slipper, and I get a broom in a grocery store—

He gets to say goodnight and I’m left with another night I must forget.

Today it consumes me and tomorrow it will elude me,

I’ll be the one taking your coat while he’s the one taking your heart.

Why must I be a frog why you are clearly sleeping beauty?

Why must you be Cinderella while I’m just me?

       DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

Take My Advice Kid

Take my advice kid, never love anyone.

People have a tendency of leaving, animals die.

You don’t want to feel the pain love brings,

That’s all the advice I have for you.

Never fall in love, it only leads to heartache—

Never give your heart away it was the death of me.

I saw Innocence everywhere, clear and paper-thin.

Nah kid, don’t even try—stay strong like travertine;

Love would be wasted on you anyway.

Your heart will miss beats; you’ll spend more time on

The floor than you would like and you’ll have trouble

Getting out of bed, rolling out more often than you’ll walk.

Don’t give your heart away, avoid love at all costs,

Don’t let your heart get the best of you,

You’re better off alone anyway, and shut up about your if only’s.

It’s much better to be lonely.

You’ll never have to watch her walk away,

She probably wouldn’t say goodbye anyway.

Don’t worry about being lonely, it’s better, trust me.

Never fall in love kid; you’ll never cry again,

Some tears don’t dry, you don’t need them.

Forget her kid, never fall in love.

       DannYetman 

http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/ 

The Soldiers

Broken Soldiers
Line the toybox.
Guns and rifels
Remain in sand.
Plastic men
Line the toybox.
Broken soldiers
They remain.
      DannYetman
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The Loneliest Soul

Abaft the room, your memory lingers;
The scent of nostalgia comes to settle.
You sit callous, with ten empty fingers —
Your hair is like ten thousand rose petals .
An innocent face, discipline is bought —
Bought like a fine wine — the finest of fine.
You stare at the wall, silver eyes distraught;
Silver eyes give me life; to me they shine.
What is beauty but the loneliest soul?
Evermore we both search for elation—
We're prophets abaft the room, without goals,
Waiting for predetermined salvation.
You smile; I hold destiny by the hand.
Not until you're gone, fate I understand.

      DannYetman

http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

The Doctor

The streets are covered in ash; the streets are grey and terrifying.
When I look into your eyes, I see ash falling past your shoulders.
Inside your eyes it snows—grey ash covers your body.
The streets are apocalyptic and all I see is ash,
my terror consumes me, there's no way to hide it.
I want to look away but ash consumes me.
Ash in the streets, ash in the morgue. .
Ash on your breathe, ash when I sleep.
It's everywhere; there's ash everywhere,
it covers the eyes I follow.  All the doctors are dead,
they've all been killed by ash, I'm the last.
There's nobody left to fix me, I'm covered in ash.
Ash in the streets, ash in the morgue. .
Ash on my breathe, ash when I sleep.

       DannYetman
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