Submissions by Micah
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2019 5:33am
26th Oct 2019 5:33am
to Red;
wanted to feel you
absorb your touch
the fleeting traces of a pattern of light
in dusk.
but
shadows , the remnants;
a mockery of a
Concrete idea
/the concept of us/
set in long before
we'd even said
opening lines.
absorb your touch
the fleeting traces of a pattern of light
in dusk.
but
shadows , the remnants;
a mockery of a
Concrete idea
/the concept of us/
set in long before
we'd even said
opening lines.
#regret
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jan 2019 4:35am
20th Jan 2019 4:35am
passengers
It's all so much easier
if you remember
that everything's temporary
fleeting
everyone and everything
is merely a phase
passing through
along for the ride
said, "I just like to enjoy myself"
subtext being
you're simply
the newest thing
to catch my fancy
a cigarette
enjoyed for the duration
of one's break
disposable
and just as easily
forgotten.
if you remember
that everything's temporary
fleeting
everyone and everything
is merely a phase
passing through
along for the ride
said, "I just like to enjoy myself"
subtext being
you're simply
the newest thing
to catch my fancy
a cigarette
enjoyed for the duration
of one's break
disposable
and just as easily
forgotten.
#emptiness
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Oct 2016 4:51pm
31st Oct 2016 4:51pm
it was good until it wasn't
Eyes lowered,
i
couldn't meet yours
to see if the fear mirrored
or if you were
on another wavelength entirely;
(too late now)
too scared to find out,
scared of how natural your
comforting hands felt,
of being vulnerable.
just please,
don't
please
don't say
this was a perfect night,
had a
really nice time,
skip a beat and wait
for reciprocity
cause the next
shot is a
rear view glance
and trying to
hold it together
don't
tempt...
i
couldn't meet yours
to see if the fear mirrored
or if you were
on another wavelength entirely;
(too late now)
too scared to find out,
scared of how natural your
comforting hands felt,
of being vulnerable.
just please,
don't
please
don't say
this was a perfect night,
had a
really nice time,
skip a beat and wait
for reciprocity
cause the next
shot is a
rear view glance
and trying to
hold it together
don't
tempt...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2016 8:18pm
1st Aug 2016 8:18pm
Sway
wanted to be
outside
so i could watch
your eyes catch the sunlight;
enveloped,
your form fluid and malleable
(a ray of light in motion)
at night
your cigarette-lit-face
glowed,
sometimes as though with
quiet laughter
from some
inside joke
(even if it'd been at my expense,
please let me in)
...
outside
so i could watch
your eyes catch the sunlight;
enveloped,
your form fluid and malleable
(a ray of light in motion)
at night
your cigarette-lit-face
glowed,
sometimes as though with
quiet laughter
from some
inside joke
(even if it'd been at my expense,
please let me in)
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2016 11:34pm
18th Jul 2016 11:34pm
medicinal
-
when heartstrings feel like yoyos
said the best medicine
was that jack and joe regimen
(just keep topping off the glass)
early in the morning
//
fell in love with
how it felt
(maybe we'll wise up)
andtruthbeknown, i
just wanted your
further notice
without a
second thought
(from either of us, baby)
;
not really ...
when heartstrings feel like yoyos
said the best medicine
was that jack and joe regimen
(just keep topping off the glass)
early in the morning
//
fell in love with
how it felt
(maybe we'll wise up)
andtruthbeknown, i
just wanted your
further notice
without a
second thought
(from either of us, baby)
;
not really ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2016 9:08pm
11th Jul 2016 9:08pm
hansel and gretel
i keep
tugging on
this thread
in my hand
accumulating
length
while twisting it
between my fingers,
and old absent-minded
nervous tick
before the age of
cell phones;
and i wonder
what i'd do with it
once i got to the end,
like a dog chasing cars ...
tugging on
this thread
in my hand
accumulating
length
while twisting it
between my fingers,
and old absent-minded
nervous tick
before the age of
cell phones;
and i wonder
what i'd do with it
once i got to the end,
like a dog chasing cars ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2016 6:46pm
16th May 2016 6:46pm
call it a day
i've
been thinking bout
ghost hands
in the early hours of
rainy mornings
(rushing past yield signs with abandon)
and staying in bed all day
or at least until i can
come up with
a better way to
delay inevitabilities
besides two aspirin
every 4-6 hours
for a damned proverbial headache
(would have brought us here anyway)
all roads lead to;
but (honey) the ride sure
felt nice.
been thinking bout
ghost hands
in the early hours of
rainy mornings
(rushing past yield signs with abandon)
and staying in bed all day
or at least until i can
come up with
a better way to
delay inevitabilities
besides two aspirin
every 4-6 hours
for a damned proverbial headache
(would have brought us here anyway)
all roads lead to;
but (honey) the ride sure
felt nice.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2016 2:44am
4th Jan 2016 2:44am
means to an end
we could share drinks instead of feelings
feedback fuzz the soundtrack of
throwdown card nights
until the room spins
and spots swim,
mud in yo eye
you've got that
live-through-this grin;
i'll see your misanthropy
and raise you a blade rush
(just keep)
idly flicking the knife,
ready at the first sign
of any exposed nerves,
and raise your glass to a
past worth chasing
the bottom of a bottle over,
repeat as necessary
(or)
until we forget why
we came
in the first place,...
feedback fuzz the soundtrack of
throwdown card nights
until the room spins
and spots swim,
mud in yo eye
you've got that
live-through-this grin;
i'll see your misanthropy
and raise you a blade rush
(just keep)
idly flicking the knife,
ready at the first sign
of any exposed nerves,
and raise your glass to a
past worth chasing
the bottom of a bottle over,
repeat as necessary
(or)
until we forget why
we came
in the first place,...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2015 4:27am
19th Jul 2015 4:27am
What i know
Sometimes it's all in my head
a what-if
filed away under
godpleaseno eventualities;
other times i'm in traffic
and it hits like the vehicle
i wish it were instead.
i know she probably
thought i was cold
(judge for yourself)
because our processing filters
aren't the same grade,
so if it makes you feel better
there's a collection of
empty bottles
and a suit with dirty knees
marked Exhibit Wednesday.
a what-if
filed away under
godpleaseno eventualities;
other times i'm in traffic
and it hits like the vehicle
i wish it were instead.
i know she probably
thought i was cold
(judge for yourself)
because our processing filters
aren't the same grade,
so if it makes you feel better
there's a collection of
empty bottles
and a suit with dirty knees
marked Exhibit Wednesday.
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jun 2015 2:43pm
16th Jun 2015 2:43pm
a damp torch
I wanted to feel you
the way the water
enveloped me in that
old cast iron tub
when I was sick earlier
this year
,
how the potted plant
in the window
beside me
soaked up sunlight;
all encompassing
soothing warmth,
silent promises
of safety.
memories
like movie reels
of childhood bath times
when I could almost
swim the length
turned with the
attempt-at-distraction pages
that got a...
the way the water
enveloped me in that
old cast iron tub
when I was sick earlier
this year
,
how the potted plant
in the window
beside me
soaked up sunlight;
all encompassing
soothing warmth,
silent promises
of safety.
memories
like movie reels
of childhood bath times
when I could almost
swim the length
turned with the
attempt-at-distraction pages
that got a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 11:47pm
6th Mar 2015 11:47pm
It's
suffocating
and I'm not
coping well
in this present
state of
something
akin to
Gehenna
or
any number of
equally dramatic
analogies,
but mostly it's
just getting
harder and harder
to pretend -
I'm not it love with you.
and I'm not
coping well
in this present
state of
something
akin to
Gehenna
or
any number of
equally dramatic
analogies,
but mostly it's
just getting
harder and harder
to pretend -
I'm not it love with you.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2015 4:48am
5th Feb 2015 4:48am
8th of 12
watched
the weary traveler
come marching home
soul underfed and
tired
had been
counting out
strikes of a
/clock
winding down
another day
resigned to
scratch off
a calendar
whose pages will
soon fall
like autumn leaves,
something else
to fish
out of the pool.
the weary traveler
come marching home
soul underfed and
tired
had been
counting out
strikes of a
/clock
winding down
another day
resigned to
scratch off
a calendar
whose pages will
soon fall
like autumn leaves,
something else
to fish
out of the pool.
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