Submissions by Micah
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2013 2:39pm
21st Jul 2013 2:39pm
Room 109
She was sitting up this morning,
bright-eyed and coherent.
A far cry from the day before.
I asked how breakfast was,
and aside from anemic coffee
and dry toast, it wasn't bad.
Silence crept into the afternoon hours,
and I thought she was finally getting some rest.
Until I looked up from my book.
Brows furrowed,
hand clutching the pillow,
cheeks wet.
I asked what was wrong, handing her a tissue.
She told me to go home, she'd be alright.
Did her back hurt again? Should I get the nurse?
She closed her eyes,...
bright-eyed and coherent.
A far cry from the day before.
I asked how breakfast was,
and aside from anemic coffee
and dry toast, it wasn't bad.
Silence crept into the afternoon hours,
and I thought she was finally getting some rest.
Until I looked up from my book.
Brows furrowed,
hand clutching the pillow,
cheeks wet.
I asked what was wrong, handing her a tissue.
She told me to go home, she'd be alright.
Did her back hurt again? Should I get the nurse?
She closed her eyes,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2013 10:20am
12th Jul 2013 10:20am
Outsider
Too much work for
too little payoff
but you still come around
expecting a change
waiting for change
like an end of the world billboard.
really don't accept titles
with much pride
or grace
don't acknowledge
what leads to compromise
and just don't understand
what all the fuss is about
in the first place.
stare at the vein
like you could feel the blood,
but you're just a spectator
with delusions of a pulse.
too little payoff
but you still come around
expecting a change
waiting for change
like an end of the world billboard.
really don't accept titles
with much pride
or grace
don't acknowledge
what leads to compromise
and just don't understand
what all the fuss is about
in the first place.
stare at the vein
like you could feel the blood,
but you're just a spectator
with delusions of a pulse.
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2013 7:38pm
28th Apr 2013 7:38pm
Pulsar Siren
It's no sunshine smile hook
but something threaded
in those oval brown
glimmering neutron bursts
suggests either an understood
and voluntary surrender
or
to run for your life.
but something threaded
in those oval brown
glimmering neutron bursts
suggests either an understood
and voluntary surrender
or
to run for your life.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2013 3:21am
22nd Apr 2013 3:21am
thunderhead
they probably think it's raining
somewhere far from here
by now you and i know there's no comfort in shelter
when the thunder doesn't come tied in convenient 9-5 bow.
i drowned for the (i-lost-count) time in a bottle of solace this week
(it doubles as absolution on sundays)
while penning his last words on an ad for replacement monel types needed to fill an emptying conveyer.
maybe i'll send it off. maybe we'll meet when she's older, and i'm too far gone to regale.
green and red for miles
like a damned...
somewhere far from here
by now you and i know there's no comfort in shelter
when the thunder doesn't come tied in convenient 9-5 bow.
i drowned for the (i-lost-count) time in a bottle of solace this week
(it doubles as absolution on sundays)
while penning his last words on an ad for replacement monel types needed to fill an emptying conveyer.
maybe i'll send it off. maybe we'll meet when she's older, and i'm too far gone to regale.
green and red for miles
like a damned...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 5:25am
3rd Mar 2013 5:25am
Decaf Foam Coffee
I can't go back
through the door I entered
after songs were played
and strangers wept
and claustrophobia found me
even in the open air
I couldn't take in fast enough
or nearly enough
to keep upright
in stiff backed chairs
with unbidden hands
holding each arm captive
til the sentencing was over
with, a unanimous amen.
through the door I entered
after songs were played
and strangers wept
and claustrophobia found me
even in the open air
I couldn't take in fast enough
or nearly enough
to keep upright
in stiff backed chairs
with unbidden hands
holding each arm captive
til the sentencing was over
with, a unanimous amen.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2013 9:06pm
28th Feb 2013 9:06pm
Limestone Cats in Melting Snow
posed as several possibilities
the sunlight filtered through plant leaves, turning them into x-rays
the separation of yourself, like watching your own wake(ing)
the mulberry trees that follow limestone houses in small towns
the life outside of headphones and screens, blinders for horses without direction
the solace you long for when you should be contented in the moment
the memory in sound, the world it constructs in your mind's eye each time it's heard
the meaningless sum you're left with at the end of the day, with only...
the sunlight filtered through plant leaves, turning them into x-rays
the separation of yourself, like watching your own wake(ing)
the mulberry trees that follow limestone houses in small towns
the life outside of headphones and screens, blinders for horses without direction
the solace you long for when you should be contented in the moment
the memory in sound, the world it constructs in your mind's eye each time it's heard
the meaningless sum you're left with at the end of the day, with only...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 11:08pm
8th Nov 2012 11:08pm
Late Anniversary
She said
November slipped through my fingers
Like sand into the sea.
No exchange.
Just a one-sided view from behind the glass
Before the tidal wave collapsed me.
Another winter starting.
The water seems colder
In the middle of the ocean
The nights are longer, and sometimes
The sun doesn't peak through for days.
There's not much to do but contemplate
A a continued sense of loss
And what it might be like now
If things had turned out differently.
Sometimes those bright, numerous stars
Seem to...
November slipped through my fingers
Like sand into the sea.
No exchange.
Just a one-sided view from behind the glass
Before the tidal wave collapsed me.
Another winter starting.
The water seems colder
In the middle of the ocean
The nights are longer, and sometimes
The sun doesn't peak through for days.
There's not much to do but contemplate
A a continued sense of loss
And what it might be like now
If things had turned out differently.
Sometimes those bright, numerous stars
Seem to...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Aug 2012 2:57am
29th Aug 2012 2:57am
Takeoff Spectrum
out-of-focus details
in the creases
of your sweat-covered
scrunched-up eyelids
and pretend
i'd forgotten
what i was gonna say
circle around.
it's getting harder to find a reason
to find a reason
the more i keep at it
the more i realize
that bright smile
was actually oxidized
and rendered in cheap paints
with a toothbrush
no reply.
the longer i search your
lacquer-glazed eyes
to try to catch that
fleeting glimpse of purpose
the more i realize ...
in the creases
of your sweat-covered
scrunched-up eyelids
and pretend
i'd forgotten
what i was gonna say
circle around.
it's getting harder to find a reason
to find a reason
the more i keep at it
the more i realize
that bright smile
was actually oxidized
and rendered in cheap paints
with a toothbrush
no reply.
the longer i search your
lacquer-glazed eyes
to try to catch that
fleeting glimpse of purpose
the more i realize ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 9:57pm
12th Aug 2012 9:57pm
Snapshots
Lightly whipping wind and whispering willows
The subtle tones of autumn that hung in the air
Like the first recognizable notes of a song
Auburn leaves falling into the river
In the distance, the call of geese
Gliding to an unheard melody
A light jacket pulled a little closer
On our walk 'round the park
The first week the temperature fell
The fading summer sun's rays fell on your hair
Making you part of the vision I frequent,
An extra layer for when the temperature plummeted
That feeling of heaviness in our silence
So...
The subtle tones of autumn that hung in the air
Like the first recognizable notes of a song
Auburn leaves falling into the river
In the distance, the call of geese
Gliding to an unheard melody
A light jacket pulled a little closer
On our walk 'round the park
The first week the temperature fell
The fading summer sun's rays fell on your hair
Making you part of the vision I frequent,
An extra layer for when the temperature plummeted
That feeling of heaviness in our silence
So...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 1:39am
12th Jul 2012 1:39am
Flashlight Batteries
I keep the blanket
Huddled close around me;
A child afraid of a monster
Under the bed,
I clung to those little pills
That seemed to have all the
Pretty words
In the right order
To make me feel secure
(Because your hand
Wasn't there
To squeeze
Anymore
When I felt the mattress shake
In the middle of the night.)
I've heard you only dream of the dead
When you've accepted their passing
But I haven't been able
To even blink
For days now,
Much less convince myself to move
To shut off...
Huddled close around me;
A child afraid of a monster
Under the bed,
I clung to those little pills
That seemed to have all the
Pretty words
In the right order
To make me feel secure
(Because your hand
Wasn't there
To squeeze
Anymore
When I felt the mattress shake
In the middle of the night.)
I've heard you only dream of the dead
When you've accepted their passing
But I haven't been able
To even blink
For days now,
Much less convince myself to move
To shut off...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2012 4:09pm
10th Mar 2012 4:09pm
Seasons
A few notes
Endless railways
Your blue face
In the desert
A quickly scribbled line
Worth so much
A the time
A rear mirror view
For infinity
Slipping
Into background
A candle
Still burning
On the beach
In the moonlight
A whispered promise
A touch
A dream
A moment
Suspended
A memory
Fades
In time
Alone.
Endless railways
Your blue face
In the desert
A quickly scribbled line
Worth so much
A the time
A rear mirror view
For infinity
Slipping
Into background
A candle
Still burning
On the beach
In the moonlight
A whispered promise
A touch
A dream
A moment
Suspended
A memory
Fades
In time
Alone.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 5:09pm
3rd Mar 2012 5:09pm
Disillusion
Those
Late nights
In white rooms
With babbling tv hosts
And not enough
Caffeine
To deal with
Mary, Mother of Jesus,
Outstretched hands
And no personal space
In impersonal spaces,
Wailing and gnashing,
Prying of the faithful
And the gathered
Leading to the rape
Of the sacred,
Inability to do
Anything
But watch you
Slip away,
Amount to ashes;
Lying in a tray
Sitting in an urn
Carried off in the wind
Late nights
In white rooms
With babbling tv hosts
And not enough
Caffeine
To deal with
Mary, Mother of Jesus,
Outstretched hands
And no personal space
In impersonal spaces,
Wailing and gnashing,
Prying of the faithful
And the gathered
Leading to the rape
Of the sacred,
Inability to do
Anything
But watch you
Slip away,
Amount to ashes;
Lying in a tray
Sitting in an urn
Carried off in the wind
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