Submissions by Michaelfox (Michael Fox)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing for years, I have been published in a local paper a few times. My poems are meaningful, emotional and sometimes I might just have some fun with comedy or horror.
LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2013 6:27pm
29th May 2013 6:27pm
The Broken
What can be said about the past, save that it did not last?
Girls dated and they left fast, but none do I miss but one.
What can be said save that it is finished? But love lives.
The world gives the cat a bone, the world now placed be in the right zone;
Speedy wheels placed upon my feet, I so found my home!
The treat that I had found! A beautiful body, but was this a trick?
Tears now wash my shirt, for the love was so great, so needed.
The door I no longer feared, the exit I made.
My heart no longer feared, she...
Girls dated and they left fast, but none do I miss but one.
What can be said save that it is finished? But love lives.
The world gives the cat a bone, the world now placed be in the right zone;
Speedy wheels placed upon my feet, I so found my home!
The treat that I had found! A beautiful body, but was this a trick?
Tears now wash my shirt, for the love was so great, so needed.
The door I no longer feared, the exit I made.
My heart no longer feared, she...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th May 2013 5:38pm
4th May 2013 5:38pm
Ego
Hatred of who we are, of what we are.
Given chance we evade the mirror,
The mirror, it gives us deep fear.
Look at myself, trouble is near.
Given chance we evade the mirror,
The mirror, it gives us deep fear.
Look at myself, trouble is near.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 5:41am
19th Apr 2013 5:41am
Animal
The complexity of the human mind goes unnoticed
in the complex lives of the human race.
In the race to die young thinking is overdone.
Simplicity is left to the animals whom cannot think,
rather than the fatherless boy who kills to die.
Complex minds find complexity in simplicity.
The concept of love, a habitat of poets.
The one who desires is the one who loses the desired.
The fatherless boy desires and finds death.
A lovebird loves its bird and mate,
the human escapes it mate and pest, its desires.
...
in the complex lives of the human race.
In the race to die young thinking is overdone.
Simplicity is left to the animals whom cannot think,
rather than the fatherless boy who kills to die.
Complex minds find complexity in simplicity.
The concept of love, a habitat of poets.
The one who desires is the one who loses the desired.
The fatherless boy desires and finds death.
A lovebird loves its bird and mate,
the human escapes it mate and pest, its desires.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 4:29am
7th Apr 2013 4:29am
Voice of Fear
Awake in the dark a knock is heard,
not on a door nor a window,
neither a man nor is it a bird,
Speaking in the dark comes a voice real low,
"Your sins have come to haunt you."
On comes my mask for distressful times,
A coward becomes brave, yet nevermore,
I ask, "you speak of what crimes?"
"Remember those you have torn."
A figure unseen forms the words.
Darkness black for dead of night,
my unseen face cries black tears,
my trail of blood arises without fight,
memories linger among my...
not on a door nor a window,
neither a man nor is it a bird,
Speaking in the dark comes a voice real low,
"Your sins have come to haunt you."
On comes my mask for distressful times,
A coward becomes brave, yet nevermore,
I ask, "you speak of what crimes?"
"Remember those you have torn."
A figure unseen forms the words.
Darkness black for dead of night,
my unseen face cries black tears,
my trail of blood arises without fight,
memories linger among my...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 5:27am
5th Apr 2013 5:27am
Lost
Words spoken have become pointless everafter,
Even in times with listening ears,
For the self has become unclear in invisible ink.
One listens yet cannot hear the truth,
For truth has become the hypothesis deeply proven false.
When the abuser of stupidity sits and ignores truth,
Life cycles around.
Smoke clouds their thought,
Abnormal ridicule towards all things knowledgeable.
Could love cure the lost after so much abuse?
Even in times with listening ears,
For the self has become unclear in invisible ink.
One listens yet cannot hear the truth,
For truth has become the hypothesis deeply proven false.
When the abuser of stupidity sits and ignores truth,
Life cycles around.
Smoke clouds their thought,
Abnormal ridicule towards all things knowledgeable.
Could love cure the lost after so much abuse?
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Mar 2013 3:30pm
29th Mar 2013 3:30pm
The Cave
I am the blackness in the cave of life.
I am there, but as for the deep insides,
your lights cannot reach.
Your minds tell you what you cannot see,
your quest takes you to the unknown.
Wrong turns result in backtracks.
Wonders in the cave of life,
wonders so rare for the eyes to see!
So rare, so exquisite, are they to the eyes.
A turn in the cave finds a dripping cone,
a natural wonder of beauty,
few even care that it exists.
Deep in the blackness of this cave,
our explorers wish to turn back,
soon...
I am there, but as for the deep insides,
your lights cannot reach.
Your minds tell you what you cannot see,
your quest takes you to the unknown.
Wrong turns result in backtracks.
Wonders in the cave of life,
wonders so rare for the eyes to see!
So rare, so exquisite, are they to the eyes.
A turn in the cave finds a dripping cone,
a natural wonder of beauty,
few even care that it exists.
Deep in the blackness of this cave,
our explorers wish to turn back,
soon...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2013 8:32pm
26th Mar 2013 8:32pm
What Am I?
As a tear goes unnoticed as I to the eyes of many.
Love fails, friendships fail, life fails.
As my heart pains with its empty hole I breathe,
I attempt to breathe through the pain.
Anger and blame, tears and pain, days all the same.
Friendships crackle in the fire.
Memories fade, childhood gone. Life a serious mess.
The hand of Cain always near.
Am I but a dollar sign for the rich, or a pest to friends?
What am I if they hate?
Assuming nonstop, unhappy with more. What are they?
Yet I, the mouse in the cage, am...
Love fails, friendships fail, life fails.
As my heart pains with its empty hole I breathe,
I attempt to breathe through the pain.
Anger and blame, tears and pain, days all the same.
Friendships crackle in the fire.
Memories fade, childhood gone. Life a serious mess.
The hand of Cain always near.
Am I but a dollar sign for the rich, or a pest to friends?
What am I if they hate?
Assuming nonstop, unhappy with more. What are they?
Yet I, the mouse in the cage, am...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2013 5:58am
24th Mar 2013 5:58am
Hawks
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, I see the red laser,
a red laser on my chest.
I breathe the gas which brings the pain to I, the innocent one.
I do not die, but pain I feel like no other.
I cannot see what brings peace, only the inevitable dearh.
A death not soon enough.
A target on my heart, everyone I know hits it well.
Peace is a question of patience.
I begin to question my sanity,
I see hawks watching me everywhere, always.
Are they truly after me?
a red laser on my chest.
I breathe the gas which brings the pain to I, the innocent one.
I do not die, but pain I feel like no other.
I cannot see what brings peace, only the inevitable dearh.
A death not soon enough.
A target on my heart, everyone I know hits it well.
Peace is a question of patience.
I begin to question my sanity,
I see hawks watching me everywhere, always.
Are they truly after me?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 3:51pm
20th Mar 2013 3:51pm
Our Future
Our future in our changing world, it can be seen.
What is coming is diffrent, a changing scene.
Houses, living spaces, Mars sees their lights.
Stores, few are needed, as we download bytes.
Transportation faster using new safe fuels.
People becoming lazy with mechanical tools.
Science looking for otherplanetary life,
none found except the dead on earth, continuing strife.
People watch as fertile land quicky goes away,
development continues, its here to stay.
Religions fade, they become known as cults,
for the many...
What is coming is diffrent, a changing scene.
Houses, living spaces, Mars sees their lights.
Stores, few are needed, as we download bytes.
Transportation faster using new safe fuels.
People becoming lazy with mechanical tools.
Science looking for otherplanetary life,
none found except the dead on earth, continuing strife.
People watch as fertile land quicky goes away,
development continues, its here to stay.
Religions fade, they become known as cults,
for the many...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Mar 2013 1:57pm
20th Mar 2013 1:57pm
Misunderstood
Only one knows the intention of heart.
Only one knows the actions in my mind.
Does the world know me? Do you?
My words are missed, my actions forgotten.
Caring for others I do, but they refuse to see.
They want me bad, evil they want me.
Misunderstood like the korakas,
will it change cras? No?
I am seen like a bird behind the clouds.
My words flow, yet understanding does not.
Who I am matters not, opinion is the king.
I awaken on a late night, thoughts make the river flow;
the river...
Only one knows the actions in my mind.
Does the world know me? Do you?
My words are missed, my actions forgotten.
Caring for others I do, but they refuse to see.
They want me bad, evil they want me.
Misunderstood like the korakas,
will it change cras? No?
I am seen like a bird behind the clouds.
My words flow, yet understanding does not.
Who I am matters not, opinion is the king.
I awaken on a late night, thoughts make the river flow;
the river...
685 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Mar 2013 4:46am
18th Mar 2013 4:46am
The Dream World
The glorious smell journeys through my nostrils,
a smell so wonderous and rare!
Modern days forget these times of olde,
when the act of moving a hand was without thought.
Times when walking was travel with communication,
times when a day had many jobs done.
Do you remember these times?
Have you smelled the most lovely smell?
Reach out, pull it close and smell, dream of past times.
Past times long forgotten, times of knowledge.
Information age lacks knowledge, lacks wonder.
They lack interest, interest...
a smell so wonderous and rare!
Modern days forget these times of olde,
when the act of moving a hand was without thought.
Times when walking was travel with communication,
times when a day had many jobs done.
Do you remember these times?
Have you smelled the most lovely smell?
Reach out, pull it close and smell, dream of past times.
Past times long forgotten, times of knowledge.
Information age lacks knowledge, lacks wonder.
They lack interest, interest...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 3:57am
16th Mar 2013 3:57am
Opinions Without Evidence
Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.”
Michael Crichton
What your eyes can see may be deceived,
so as the mind may be.
The ocean is blue, yet black, yet clear.
Your mind sees not the truth, yet a lie.
When you look at me what do you see?
Some see a monster, a thief.
Some see a sex addict, a rapist.
Am I this as a virgin?
I am diffrent people, just ask around.
Shy, yet talkitive. Lazy, yet active.
A liar, yet honest.
Your judgements hurt...
Michael Crichton
What your eyes can see may be deceived,
so as the mind may be.
The ocean is blue, yet black, yet clear.
Your mind sees not the truth, yet a lie.
When you look at me what do you see?
Some see a monster, a thief.
Some see a sex addict, a rapist.
Am I this as a virgin?
I am diffrent people, just ask around.
Shy, yet talkitive. Lazy, yet active.
A liar, yet honest.
Your judgements hurt...
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