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.
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 7:55pm
9th Jan 2013 7:55pm
Life
Life but a nightmare, full of paranoia, full of tears.
Call me what you may, hurt me if you wish.
Accept my pain, accept my fear,
Know that it is not the real me.
The real me is fun, happy.
The me you know is dead inside.
Friends dead, friends turn, friends forget.
Who am I?
Call me what you may, hurt me if you wish.
Accept my pain, accept my fear,
Know that it is not the real me.
The real me is fun, happy.
The me you know is dead inside.
Friends dead, friends turn, friends forget.
Who am I?
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Dec 2012 00:51am
26th Dec 2012 00:51am
Rain
In the falling wet droplets a faint smile is seen,
A closeness rarely seen in the eyes of a man;
Wrapped in the entanglement of adoration,
chained to her eyes coming close.
The wetness upon his lips,
as upon his head.
But he soon awakes,
daydream again.
A closeness rarely seen in the eyes of a man;
Wrapped in the entanglement of adoration,
chained to her eyes coming close.
The wetness upon his lips,
as upon his head.
But he soon awakes,
daydream again.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 00:05am
25th Dec 2012 00:05am
The Planet Earth
The green everywhere, in the plants, the grass.
The ever surviving grass, ever strong in the world of nature.
Stepped on, spat upon, and more, yet never angry.
The trees, so green and brown, bleed yet live on.
Onyanga, Rafflesia Arnoldii, plants so strong.
A dancing plant, plants taller than man,
Plants so magnificent, so amazing;
truly the most beautiful of Earth!
Tule Tree, Dragon Tree;
Tree of Life!
Almost extinct Wollemi Pine!
Deep in the...
The ever surviving grass, ever strong in the world of nature.
Stepped on, spat upon, and more, yet never angry.
The trees, so green and brown, bleed yet live on.
Onyanga, Rafflesia Arnoldii, plants so strong.
A dancing plant, plants taller than man,
Plants so magnificent, so amazing;
truly the most beautiful of Earth!
Tule Tree, Dragon Tree;
Tree of Life!
Almost extinct Wollemi Pine!
Deep in the...
506 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2012 9:42pm
23rd Dec 2012 9:42pm
A Homeless Kid
Start of a new life, scared and alone.
Long life, scarred and alone.
Am I young, at 19? I felt so old.
Summers end, hot sunlight, though I was cold in shade.
I was now in a position I thought I could not attain,
something I did not aspire to be.
This was a place I did not wish to be,
A place surrounded by people I did not like.
I needed shelter, for I was scared to be without.
I did not know this city, 500 miles from home.
No shelter, only some clothes and some...
Long life, scarred and alone.
Am I young, at 19? I felt so old.
Summers end, hot sunlight, though I was cold in shade.
I was now in a position I thought I could not attain,
something I did not aspire to be.
This was a place I did not wish to be,
A place surrounded by people I did not like.
I needed shelter, for I was scared to be without.
I did not know this city, 500 miles from home.
No shelter, only some clothes and some...
709 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2012 00:44am
23rd Dec 2012 00:44am
What is Written
A small one, weak and just a loser,
not one to care about him, not even himself.
The world a scary place, everybody big and strong.
No protector, just the strong and mean.
"Why are they so mean?" always my thought.
Is this what the world is?
They hate me because I am small?
Small and weak I will forever be.
I am without an interest in being strong.
Knowledge is what I wish for, knowledge what I gain.
I open a book, overhearing their talk of movies.
...
not one to care about him, not even himself.
The world a scary place, everybody big and strong.
No protector, just the strong and mean.
"Why are they so mean?" always my thought.
Is this what the world is?
They hate me because I am small?
Small and weak I will forever be.
I am without an interest in being strong.
Knowledge is what I wish for, knowledge what I gain.
I open a book, overhearing their talk of movies.
...
589 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 10:54pm
22nd Dec 2012 10:54pm
Knowledge
In the information society, nobody thinks. We expect to banish paper, but we actually banish thought."
Michael Crichton
The feared future, yet fear is the problem;
The human race living in fear of the unknown, of death;
The human race is in fear of the thoughts of others,
Yet the prophesy never comes,
They fear the next thought to come their way.
The broken lies, the blackened hearts,
What is to come but the next day?
In the flowing mind the...
Michael Crichton
The feared future, yet fear is the problem;
The human race living in fear of the unknown, of death;
The human race is in fear of the thoughts of others,
Yet the prophesy never comes,
They fear the next thought to come their way.
The broken lies, the blackened hearts,
What is to come but the next day?
In the flowing mind the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2012 10:57pm
21st Dec 2012 10:57pm
Gramen
A heartless, brainless world.
Ego sum solemni persona.
The world's thinking tainted,
tainted by what they love the most.
Poisoned minds, poisoned hearts.
Faded love, increased hatred.
Delusioned visions,
visions of kindness.
Children grow into children,
Intelligent young minds evolve
into dumb old minds.
This is what we must face.
A world built on invidia;...
Ego sum solemni persona.
The world's thinking tainted,
tainted by what they love the most.
Poisoned minds, poisoned hearts.
Faded love, increased hatred.
Delusioned visions,
visions of kindness.
Children grow into children,
Intelligent young minds evolve
into dumb old minds.
This is what we must face.
A world built on invidia;...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Dec 2012 6:46pm
21st Dec 2012 6:46pm
The One
It was a girl with beauty unlike the models of fame,
a girl with beauty unlike what the many have laid eyes upon;
I wish to converse with her, yet I felt so lame.
I did not have much, so what could I gain?
I caught her looking over at me, in this place;
she was looking right at me, no question.
I was debating in my mind, while looking at her pretty face,
what should I say to her?
Up to her I took a step, and the words flowed freely,
from out my mouth they came.
"w-want...
a girl with beauty unlike what the many have laid eyes upon;
I wish to converse with her, yet I felt so lame.
I did not have much, so what could I gain?
I caught her looking over at me, in this place;
she was looking right at me, no question.
I was debating in my mind, while looking at her pretty face,
what should I say to her?
Up to her I took a step, and the words flowed freely,
from out my mouth they came.
"w-want...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2012 6:25pm
20th Dec 2012 6:25pm
Magical Words
That wonderful word in which friendship lingers,
nothing as magical as that sentimental greeting,
where those feelings reside,
where hearts are glowing.
The challenge I am to find, is in my reply,
That magic word, "hey," so much feeling.
My reply must again be magic,
so, "what," is my reply.
The friend seems stuck,
was my reply too magical?
"Nothing," says the friend.
I now, am stuck.
...
nothing as magical as that sentimental greeting,
where those feelings reside,
where hearts are glowing.
The challenge I am to find, is in my reply,
That magic word, "hey," so much feeling.
My reply must again be magic,
so, "what," is my reply.
The friend seems stuck,
was my reply too magical?
"Nothing," says the friend.
I now, am stuck.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 10:03pm
18th Dec 2012 10:03pm
Creature
The sky's clouds, a calm sight for the plenty;
A blanket from the bright sun.
The Schwärze our friend, our protector.
We are brukolakas, lamia,
creatures of the night.
Our crowd walks the night, searching for the meal,
a woman screams, death comes to her.
This is our way to survive,
do you hate us? Do you fear us?
Become our friend, walk the night.
Life is for the strong, death come to the weak.
Do not hate us, we do choose fairly.
We do not kill...
A blanket from the bright sun.
The Schwärze our friend, our protector.
We are brukolakas, lamia,
creatures of the night.
Our crowd walks the night, searching for the meal,
a woman screams, death comes to her.
This is our way to survive,
do you hate us? Do you fear us?
Become our friend, walk the night.
Life is for the strong, death come to the weak.
Do not hate us, we do choose fairly.
We do not kill...
524 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2012 9:04pm
17th Dec 2012 9:04pm
Man
The poisons running through our bodies,
anger rising in the minds of the many people,
love in the minds of the few.
The smoke is in the air,
The liquid in our own bodies,
hatred in our hearts.
The poisons being consumed,
from sugar to THC to alcohol to heroin,
look at what we are doing.
Look at the environment, the people,
look at the way we treat our children,
the way we treat strangers.
...
anger rising in the minds of the many people,
love in the minds of the few.
The smoke is in the air,
The liquid in our own bodies,
hatred in our hearts.
The poisons being consumed,
from sugar to THC to alcohol to heroin,
look at what we are doing.
Look at the environment, the people,
look at the way we treat our children,
the way we treat strangers.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2012 10:12pm
16th Dec 2012 10:12pm
Words
The things people say, the things people do,
when will they ever see the obvious truth?
I am told to not let people hurt me!
Should they even be hurting me?
Hurt by friends, hurt by strangers,
girlfriends, parents, family!
Who else will weaponize words?
I am but a loser in a world of evil,
my heart votes for love, love is a no-show.
The world is intertwined,
The wicked world with the good.
To them this is...
when will they ever see the obvious truth?
I am told to not let people hurt me!
Should they even be hurting me?
Hurt by friends, hurt by strangers,
girlfriends, parents, family!
Who else will weaponize words?
I am but a loser in a world of evil,
my heart votes for love, love is a no-show.
The world is intertwined,
The wicked world with the good.
To them this is...
657 reads
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