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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 3:51am
21st Feb 2013 3:51am
Expression
Words, a pleasure to me, a pleasure to write and read.
Words are what make us human, animals can understand yet not speak.
The desire of a human is the company of another, one whi will love.
A human speaks to be understood, to be heard, to seak attention of the other.
Being ignored the worst feeling, voice unwanted equal hurt.
Speaking the first step to hatred, to being unwanted.
A picture into pain words can be, as they can the cause.
Words misunderstood bring much pain....
Words are what make us human, animals can understand yet not speak.
The desire of a human is the company of another, one whi will love.
A human speaks to be understood, to be heard, to seak attention of the other.
Being ignored the worst feeling, voice unwanted equal hurt.
Speaking the first step to hatred, to being unwanted.
A picture into pain words can be, as they can the cause.
Words misunderstood bring much pain....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2013 1:48am
20th Feb 2013 1:48am
New World Order
Diffrence in mind unsupported, unwanted.
Unity in being the same, all the same.
Walking towards oneness and unity.
Darkness falls to great thinkers,
godly hearts freeze.
A great man, a great heart, yet unloved.
Born into a hatefull world, unready.
Mental illness he had since born,
pain in his heart, it is unaturnal.
Sadness unfelt to the world.
Adulthood he never seen.
A crazy man, one of diffrent thought.
Homosexuality undefined, unreal.
Death to all not straight now....
Unity in being the same, all the same.
Walking towards oneness and unity.
Darkness falls to great thinkers,
godly hearts freeze.
A great man, a great heart, yet unloved.
Born into a hatefull world, unready.
Mental illness he had since born,
pain in his heart, it is unaturnal.
Sadness unfelt to the world.
Adulthood he never seen.
A crazy man, one of diffrent thought.
Homosexuality undefined, unreal.
Death to all not straight now....
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 8:06pm
17th Feb 2013 8:06pm
A Story of Love
She smiles, a pretty smile it is. Gold inside her beating heart,
young and beautiful, smart and playful.
Cherishing even the most challenging of all her times.
Her young age brings a boy, beautiful to her eyes he is.
Lust becomes love, easily it does.
His words a sound wonderful to her ears, perfect sound.
He holds her, she never wants to leave his safe arms.
Trouble will not find her there.
No danger ever did find her there, for she was safe.
Soon his touching became more daring, she wanted it.
His wonderful touch....
young and beautiful, smart and playful.
Cherishing even the most challenging of all her times.
Her young age brings a boy, beautiful to her eyes he is.
Lust becomes love, easily it does.
His words a sound wonderful to her ears, perfect sound.
He holds her, she never wants to leave his safe arms.
Trouble will not find her there.
No danger ever did find her there, for she was safe.
Soon his touching became more daring, she wanted it.
His wonderful touch....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 7:25am
17th Feb 2013 7:25am
Lonely
I take my stance, to be or not to be who you want me to be.
You want me to be who you are, yet see me as a poser when I try.
You want me to wash away my life with drugs like you do.
You want me to lack simple respect like you do.
Young in age I was when I saw your stupidness,
young when I chose to be who I am.
I did not lack respect, and a drug I did not take.
Angry I was at those killers of kindness.
Love lacks in their heart, never in mine.
Perfect I claim not to be, but can I say I am better?
Better at heart and deed, am I...
You want me to be who you are, yet see me as a poser when I try.
You want me to wash away my life with drugs like you do.
You want me to lack simple respect like you do.
Young in age I was when I saw your stupidness,
young when I chose to be who I am.
I did not lack respect, and a drug I did not take.
Angry I was at those killers of kindness.
Love lacks in their heart, never in mine.
Perfect I claim not to be, but can I say I am better?
Better at heart and deed, am I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 7:47pm
16th Feb 2013 7:47pm
Weak
Paranoia, horror all around me. Angry faces surround me.
They mock, they hate what I am. They hate who I be.
My body shakes, hurts even. Expecting pain, hatred.
They are all killers, killers of spirit and good nature.
Surrounded by this evil, their evil words and intentions.
Who is good but one and his son? Who is perfect?
None may reach perfection now, but why be so evil?
Why are they all against me like I did wrong?
Is goodness a crime? Is love a crime?
No, but they must hate it still.
Yet they are quick to point out wrongs, never the good....
They mock, they hate what I am. They hate who I be.
My body shakes, hurts even. Expecting pain, hatred.
They are all killers, killers of spirit and good nature.
Surrounded by this evil, their evil words and intentions.
Who is good but one and his son? Who is perfect?
None may reach perfection now, but why be so evil?
Why are they all against me like I did wrong?
Is goodness a crime? Is love a crime?
No, but they must hate it still.
Yet they are quick to point out wrongs, never the good....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Feb 2013 7:03am
14th Feb 2013 7:03am
Rare Beings
Closed minds are doors locked to all,
they are closed to treasures unseen, riches forgotten.
They are what the wind gave no token, no pleasure.
They feel not what is not theirs at the start.
The closed mind angered by what is not his own,
the thinker is his enemy, and he targets the thinker.
The forgotten word, "why," to never be asked again.
This is what closed minds seek.
Readers...
they are closed to treasures unseen, riches forgotten.
They are what the wind gave no token, no pleasure.
They feel not what is not theirs at the start.
The closed mind angered by what is not his own,
the thinker is his enemy, and he targets the thinker.
The forgotten word, "why," to never be asked again.
This is what closed minds seek.
Readers...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 8:49pm
13th Feb 2013 8:49pm
Peace
Saddened times, violent times are now here. It is a not a new world, but the same.
Times changed but a little, times will change a lot. This is to be espected for people lack love.
Times lack love, but an indivual can love.
Love brings the inner peace we oh so need.
Hold close the inner peace.
Many seek peace in drugs, seek in love.
What humans need we are not given, we must show what we so need.
This I have learned, learned from sight. Learned by mental...
Times changed but a little, times will change a lot. This is to be espected for people lack love.
Times lack love, but an indivual can love.
Love brings the inner peace we oh so need.
Hold close the inner peace.
Many seek peace in drugs, seek in love.
What humans need we are not given, we must show what we so need.
This I have learned, learned from sight. Learned by mental...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 3:04am
13th Feb 2013 3:04am
The Hawk
Call again, my friend, for the hawk of the night. See again,
for justice is fading. Satan the friend of the government,
your leader suceeding. Justice is fading.
The hawk of the night, look to the night sky, he watches.
As the war which dooms the world creeps close,
the people cower from the beasts.
The countries stomp upon the weak, the evil have risen,
their numbers have grown. The cougar so leading the strong,
and the strong are winning.
Religion failed the weak, nobody came to save them,
yet the hawk watches them. The hawk keen to...
for justice is fading. Satan the friend of the government,
your leader suceeding. Justice is fading.
The hawk of the night, look to the night sky, he watches.
As the war which dooms the world creeps close,
the people cower from the beasts.
The countries stomp upon the weak, the evil have risen,
their numbers have grown. The cougar so leading the strong,
and the strong are winning.
Religion failed the weak, nobody came to save them,
yet the hawk watches them. The hawk keen to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 1:35am
12th Feb 2013 1:35am
Flower
Psychotic mind, impossible climb,
sanity to insanity, dollar to dime.
Clocks cease to tick, no more a friend to pick.
Start of the story a must, but is it I you even trust?
If I tell will you listen, listen to my tale of love and lust?
Few care for friends, they care not at all.
Odds of love so low, rare do hearts aglow.
Times of love so short, but love I always show.
Left I always am, left in tears awaiting death.
I see her face, in my slowing mind, wishing to escape my old bind.
I loved, to be left with a mountain to climb.
A...
sanity to insanity, dollar to dime.
Clocks cease to tick, no more a friend to pick.
Start of the story a must, but is it I you even trust?
If I tell will you listen, listen to my tale of love and lust?
Few care for friends, they care not at all.
Odds of love so low, rare do hearts aglow.
Times of love so short, but love I always show.
Left I always am, left in tears awaiting death.
I see her face, in my slowing mind, wishing to escape my old bind.
I loved, to be left with a mountain to climb.
A...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 4:00am
5th Feb 2013 4:00am
The Mystery Me
Inner feeling, a private matter in the time of today, yet so strong.
Anger so loud, so physical, and pain so hard.
Accusations have become the center of relations.
Death has become the meaning of life.
Rights given then taken, never given again.
The world believes they can read private thoughts,
yet nobody knows me.
My loving, inteligent self goes unnoticed.
Private my public words are.
I end the mystery, or should I not?
...
Anger so loud, so physical, and pain so hard.
Accusations have become the center of relations.
Death has become the meaning of life.
Rights given then taken, never given again.
The world believes they can read private thoughts,
yet nobody knows me.
My loving, inteligent self goes unnoticed.
Private my public words are.
I end the mystery, or should I not?
...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 00:50am
28th Jan 2013 00:50am
Ring of Life
Judged like a book with a horrible cover,
judged the the animal walking about,
judged the the theories of man,
yet wrong they are!
Yes, right about what I am,
they are wrong about who.
I am not the monster inside,
I simply suffer from it's exitence.
Dark heart I have not,
light thoughts I have not.
Child resides in mind,
adult resides in heart.
I have never had to wonder,
"what have I done?"
Neither, "who am I?"
"Why me?" I wonder.
Lust resides, goodness lives.
To those...
judged the the animal walking about,
judged the the theories of man,
yet wrong they are!
Yes, right about what I am,
they are wrong about who.
I am not the monster inside,
I simply suffer from it's exitence.
Dark heart I have not,
light thoughts I have not.
Child resides in mind,
adult resides in heart.
I have never had to wonder,
"what have I done?"
Neither, "who am I?"
"Why me?" I wonder.
Lust resides, goodness lives.
To those...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2013 5:11pm
17th Jan 2013 5:11pm
The Path
Humankind, frightened of life, of death and the unknown.
Life a misery to all, happiness a moment in life.
Comedy an escape, laughing at ourselves, others and horror.
In pain some see life, others see misery.
God, the creator of all, the creater of life, despised by some,
a mystery to many, beloved by some.
The goal of life to obey God versus survive.
Humans find comfort in lies, in living blindly.
We look to the stars for peace,...
Life a misery to all, happiness a moment in life.
Comedy an escape, laughing at ourselves, others and horror.
In pain some see life, others see misery.
God, the creator of all, the creater of life, despised by some,
a mystery to many, beloved by some.
The goal of life to obey God versus survive.
Humans find comfort in lies, in living blindly.
We look to the stars for peace,...
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