Submissions by Micah
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 00:51am
4th Feb 2015 00:51am
How it is.
You could use your hands
but I think we both know
that'd be cheating
in more than one context.
Trace the 'someday' tattoo
(frequent change of location
gets confusing)
feel textured skin of
moles
blemishes
scars
(anything, just to feel something-)
and doesn't it always sound better
before the day has truly begun;
before we meet,
and remember
awkward silences
off-timings
and otherwise such realities
weren't written into
those lonely late night fancies...
but I think we both know
that'd be cheating
in more than one context.
Trace the 'someday' tattoo
(frequent change of location
gets confusing)
feel textured skin of
moles
blemishes
scars
(anything, just to feel something-)
and doesn't it always sound better
before the day has truly begun;
before we meet,
and remember
awkward silences
off-timings
and otherwise such realities
weren't written into
those lonely late night fancies...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2015 10:08pm
1st Jan 2015 10:08pm
failsafe
"-and it's hard to remember that
my heart's in there, somewhere,
when survivalism requires
the separation of yourself,
until you're so fractured and
compartmentalized
you can't remember
the reason
for the fragmentation
in the first place."
my heart's in there, somewhere,
when survivalism requires
the separation of yourself,
until you're so fractured and
compartmentalized
you can't remember
the reason
for the fragmentation
in the first place."
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 11:39pm
20th Nov 2014 11:39pm
Pattern
Accustomed
(but not numb)
to the sensation,
this familiar division of
muscle and sinew
methodical,
damn near
ritualistic.
Trace the waxing and waning
like so much scar tissue,
the local area hardening
a little more
with every attempt
to recover
residual shrapnel.
Involuntary reactions leading to
inevitable consequences,
silver-plated-fodder
for the proverbial
glutton for punishment.
Nothing new under the sun
And certainly no unexpected results
from masochistic...
(but not numb)
to the sensation,
this familiar division of
muscle and sinew
methodical,
damn near
ritualistic.
Trace the waxing and waning
like so much scar tissue,
the local area hardening
a little more
with every attempt
to recover
residual shrapnel.
Involuntary reactions leading to
inevitable consequences,
silver-plated-fodder
for the proverbial
glutton for punishment.
Nothing new under the sun
And certainly no unexpected results
from masochistic...
552 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Sep 2014 11:03pm
17th Sep 2014 11:03pm
Volatile
that knee-jerk reaction
flinching feeling
in my stomach
overtakes my fight-or-flight mode
and sends adrenaline soaring
faster than i can
double check peripheries,
or
rationalize
erratic
thought
patterns;
i can't breathe, i-
can't
be
near
you.
flinching feeling
in my stomach
overtakes my fight-or-flight mode
and sends adrenaline soaring
faster than i can
double check peripheries,
or
rationalize
erratic
thought
patterns;
i can't breathe, i-
can't
be
near
you.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2014 2:09am
5th Aug 2014 2:09am
service polariod
he'd said time holds no honors
and soon you'll be
retired like the field jacket
in the back of a forgotten closet
taking its owner
for more than he gave
50 years ago
when all that had been
required of him
(up front)
were couple digits
and the permanent loss
of a peaceful night's rest.
and soon you'll be
retired like the field jacket
in the back of a forgotten closet
taking its owner
for more than he gave
50 years ago
when all that had been
required of him
(up front)
were couple digits
and the permanent loss
of a peaceful night's rest.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 1:11am
25th Jul 2014 1:11am
when I thought you were lost
Thought about the way
mom would stroke my hair
when everything was wrong,
hoping to apply the same magic
(for us both)
as I touched your back
Slipping, so many things
(in that moment)
I wanted to hold onto
like childhood fragments
in already fading dream
It's the subtlety;
how emotions shift
and the new world order
implements itself
in the time it takes
to close your eyes
(I held my breath,
watching,
praying they'd reopen)
I know I'll see you again
It...
mom would stroke my hair
when everything was wrong,
hoping to apply the same magic
(for us both)
as I touched your back
Slipping, so many things
(in that moment)
I wanted to hold onto
like childhood fragments
in already fading dream
It's the subtlety;
how emotions shift
and the new world order
implements itself
in the time it takes
to close your eyes
(I held my breath,
watching,
praying they'd reopen)
I know I'll see you again
It...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2014 10:55pm
8th Jul 2014 10:55pm
Derisions of Perdition
Always start with the
best of intentions,
so the story goes
(on and on);
and just as quickly
turn to noxious
notions of reciting
passages of affection
which,
if uttered here,
would evaporate
into the evening sky,
overbearing in encompassing
enormity.
Know that I'd tell you
(in flowery prose)
exactly how much the itching/crushing
curiosity of
your now-sensationalized-fingertips
(stilled, confident, always by your sides)
weighs on me
if I thought it'd
equate usefulness...
best of intentions,
so the story goes
(on and on);
and just as quickly
turn to noxious
notions of reciting
passages of affection
which,
if uttered here,
would evaporate
into the evening sky,
overbearing in encompassing
enormity.
Know that I'd tell you
(in flowery prose)
exactly how much the itching/crushing
curiosity of
your now-sensationalized-fingertips
(stilled, confident, always by your sides)
weighs on me
if I thought it'd
equate usefulness...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2014 9:36pm
7th Jul 2014 9:36pm
either, or-
Maybe I should drink more coffee
instead of waking up to
5 a.m. musings on
2-year-old warning sings
as to why you might suddenly be
a recurring dream.
(or just hit snooze)
Maybe you're not as unaware
as I try to pretend to be
(just so you know, though, I only see what you allow)
Maybe I should take bad connections for what they are
and hang up.
Or switch to decaf.
instead of waking up to
5 a.m. musings on
2-year-old warning sings
as to why you might suddenly be
a recurring dream.
(or just hit snooze)
Maybe you're not as unaware
as I try to pretend to be
(just so you know, though, I only see what you allow)
Maybe I should take bad connections for what they are
and hang up.
Or switch to decaf.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jan 2014 2:51am
27th Jan 2014 2:51am
Index
blame it on rising mercury
(in my veins)
a blossoming awareness
crept in
set in
set up
until one day I realized I couldn't
hold my breathe long enough
to make you disappear
when it became inconvenient
to notice
colors
shapes
lines
in focus.
no blame to lay
(at another's feet)
clarity's damage done overnight
leaving no trace of ignorance.
And you became sensory overload.
(in my veins)
a blossoming awareness
crept in
set in
set up
until one day I realized I couldn't
hold my breathe long enough
to make you disappear
when it became inconvenient
to notice
colors
shapes
lines
in focus.
no blame to lay
(at another's feet)
clarity's damage done overnight
leaving no trace of ignorance.
And you became sensory overload.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Sep 2013 7:53pm
15th Sep 2013 7:53pm
157
woke up from flashes of a ten-minute-late clock
and a shoulder that never quite healed right.
yesterday's coffee still in the pot
black grounds swirl like sand in a globe
with probably about the same flavor.
dew drops on a spider's web outside the window
make prisms in the slowly emerging sunlight.
last night stars were tangled in it
the moon narrowly escaping.
a cigarette sighs in a tray beside my cold mug
(the most important meal of the day)
yesterday's crossed out word puzzle
adjacent to block-print headlines
already limp and...
and a shoulder that never quite healed right.
yesterday's coffee still in the pot
black grounds swirl like sand in a globe
with probably about the same flavor.
dew drops on a spider's web outside the window
make prisms in the slowly emerging sunlight.
last night stars were tangled in it
the moon narrowly escaping.
a cigarette sighs in a tray beside my cold mug
(the most important meal of the day)
yesterday's crossed out word puzzle
adjacent to block-print headlines
already limp and...
765 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jul 2013 9:50pm
27th Jul 2013 9:50pm
Iridium
The quiet had turned to grey
looming
a constant filter of static
enveloping
everything
I didn't see the point in perpetuating
pointlessness
so I
gave up
walked out
to clear my head
Darkness had beaten me
back to the house
no lights
(wait for me, honey)
no sound
but my own heartbeat in my ears
Paused in the doorway
And I thought of you
turning to look at me
asking questions without words
(serration tearing through me)
probably realizing by now
I had no answers
and most likely...
looming
a constant filter of static
enveloping
everything
I didn't see the point in perpetuating
pointlessness
so I
gave up
walked out
to clear my head
Darkness had beaten me
back to the house
no lights
(wait for me, honey)
no sound
but my own heartbeat in my ears
Paused in the doorway
And I thought of you
turning to look at me
asking questions without words
(serration tearing through me)
probably realizing by now
I had no answers
and most likely...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2013 11:18pm
23rd Jul 2013 11:18pm
Slave State
It felt better
when you were
the restraints
at my wrists
Biting into my skin
Forcing realization upon me
Making it my oxygen,
my blinders.
Control slipped so gradually
The comfort in severity
became reassuring,
felt so natural
like the acting ramrod
at my back.
My feeble denials opaque,
you gave me
what I really needed
instead,
til the choice wasn't so hard to make,
didn't feel like my decision
anymore.
And I can still feel
the weight of you
boring into...
when you were
the restraints
at my wrists
Biting into my skin
Forcing realization upon me
Making it my oxygen,
my blinders.
Control slipped so gradually
The comfort in severity
became reassuring,
felt so natural
like the acting ramrod
at my back.
My feeble denials opaque,
you gave me
what I really needed
instead,
til the choice wasn't so hard to make,
didn't feel like my decision
anymore.
And I can still feel
the weight of you
boring into...
711 reads
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