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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 10:40pm
30th Nov 2012 10:40pm
Hard Goodbye
Whom, like I, has seen the terrors of this world?
Whom, like I, has felt the coldness of one's heart?
The coldness of a parent's heart? Or lack of one.
The coldness of a friend's heart? Did they have one?
The days of the schooling, so without a soul to friend.
The days of the schooling, I learned only that the world hates.
What was true was the hatred.
Thinking back, how am I even still breathing?
As I walk this world alone, like a poet, I learn from my mistakes.
In the cold dark night, I rethink my options.
It is...
Whom, like I, has felt the coldness of one's heart?
The coldness of a parent's heart? Or lack of one.
The coldness of a friend's heart? Did they have one?
The days of the schooling, so without a soul to friend.
The days of the schooling, I learned only that the world hates.
What was true was the hatred.
Thinking back, how am I even still breathing?
As I walk this world alone, like a poet, I learn from my mistakes.
In the cold dark night, I rethink my options.
It is...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 9:32pm
29th Nov 2012 9:32pm
The Untold Story
His name was so average but his life was not. He was so average, but his story was not. He could have been something less, something normal. Normal was bad in his eyes.
Michael was his name, so average in his eyes. So typical. Was he wrong?
His family, crazed they were. They weren't drug addicts, but they weren't caring nor decent. What Michael wanted was to be loved, to be cared for.
Love was lacking in his heart, he did not feel love. The blackness of hate surrounded him. Yet he himself loved.
That first girl, that first girl he loved circling his mind...
Michael was his name, so average in his eyes. So typical. Was he wrong?
His family, crazed they were. They weren't drug addicts, but they weren't caring nor decent. What Michael wanted was to be loved, to be cared for.
Love was lacking in his heart, he did not feel love. The blackness of hate surrounded him. Yet he himself loved.
That first girl, that first girl he loved circling his mind...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 11:01pm
26th Nov 2012 11:01pm
The Dead Heart
What is love? Caring deeply for somebody, is it not?
"I love you," they say. Do they mean it? I found not.
They never loved me, for they knowingly hurt me.
Is that love? Nein, it is not.
It is not.
I given them all, all that I can. Broken I am.
No reason for my pain, no reason at all.
I am but a wasted soul.
Unforgiven.
They knowingly hurt me, it was not love.
I was lied to, my heart stomped upon.
A love bird without a...
"I love you," they say. Do they mean it? I found not.
They never loved me, for they knowingly hurt me.
Is that love? Nein, it is not.
It is not.
I given them all, all that I can. Broken I am.
No reason for my pain, no reason at all.
I am but a wasted soul.
Unforgiven.
They knowingly hurt me, it was not love.
I was lied to, my heart stomped upon.
A love bird without a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 8:58pm
26th Nov 2012 8:58pm
The Turning Mind
My chamber ever turning, my heart ever burning.
Desire, thirst for love. Mind ever learning.
I look to the ground, My heart frowning.
Crazy I feel, my heart the world did steal.
Stomped on, left alone, My skin pealed.
All can see me, all walk by with emotionless faces.
I can see through them, I know their hearts.
They ignore me, but I watch them. I know them.
I sit in my chamber, thinking. No so much blinking.
Siting on my chair, hands going through my hair.
Anger in my heart, wanting to tear myself apart.
I think of the loved one,...
Desire, thirst for love. Mind ever learning.
I look to the ground, My heart frowning.
Crazy I feel, my heart the world did steal.
Stomped on, left alone, My skin pealed.
All can see me, all walk by with emotionless faces.
I can see through them, I know their hearts.
They ignore me, but I watch them. I know them.
I sit in my chamber, thinking. No so much blinking.
Siting on my chair, hands going through my hair.
Anger in my heart, wanting to tear myself apart.
I think of the loved one,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 00:31am
26th Nov 2012 00:31am
The Wandering Mind
Lying on the ground, eyes closed, freezing.
Teeth clattering, cheeks hurting. Eyes closed.
Mind far from at ease, mind wandering.
My mind on Maganda, her beauty.
My mind on Maganda, her sweet mind.
My mind on Maganda, on why she left me alone.
My mind on the friends gone away, on the friends whom had left.
My mind on the friends gone away, the ones whom betrayed me.
My mind on the friends gone away, whom made me suicidal.
On this cold ground, my mind wandering, eyes closed.
Thinking about my childhood, the bullies whom hated...
Teeth clattering, cheeks hurting. Eyes closed.
Mind far from at ease, mind wandering.
My mind on Maganda, her beauty.
My mind on Maganda, her sweet mind.
My mind on Maganda, on why she left me alone.
My mind on the friends gone away, on the friends whom had left.
My mind on the friends gone away, the ones whom betrayed me.
My mind on the friends gone away, whom made me suicidal.
On this cold ground, my mind wandering, eyes closed.
Thinking about my childhood, the bullies whom hated...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2012 00:09am
26th Nov 2012 00:09am
My Walk to God
I had looked into the sky, I had seen nothing but the stars of the sky.
I had looked into my heart, I was confused about my own self.
Who am I, whom was the important one in my life?
Knock, knocking upon the door to my heart, knocking yet to no answer, was the one whom made all things.
I did not answer him, I could not, I was but an unbeliever.
I was an unbeliever. I, the chaser of knowledge. How could I be wrong?
I was never a truly humble man, I was but a boy.
I was smart, that was always true, but I still could be wrong about things....
I had looked into my heart, I was confused about my own self.
Who am I, whom was the important one in my life?
Knock, knocking upon the door to my heart, knocking yet to no answer, was the one whom made all things.
I did not answer him, I could not, I was but an unbeliever.
I was an unbeliever. I, the chaser of knowledge. How could I be wrong?
I was never a truly humble man, I was but a boy.
I was smart, that was always true, but I still could be wrong about things....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 10:42pm
24th Nov 2012 10:42pm
The True Me
I look into the mirror, what I see does not surprise me. It is a face I see everyday. But I do not like it. Where is the smile? Where is the joy?
That I already know. My joy went with the friends of olde. They happiness went with the love of olde. You know, I have been told plenty that I should be happy. This, it angers me.
"Why does it anger me," I know you wonder. It is the same people that have betrayed the friendship, the same people that are not happy themselves.
But, what I know about myself they will not know about me. They will never know that I...
That I already know. My joy went with the friends of olde. They happiness went with the love of olde. You know, I have been told plenty that I should be happy. This, it angers me.
"Why does it anger me," I know you wonder. It is the same people that have betrayed the friendship, the same people that are not happy themselves.
But, what I know about myself they will not know about me. They will never know that I...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Nov 2012 10:29pm
24th Nov 2012 10:29pm
The Monster
The world I see is grey and black. I walk with not even a shadow.
I reach out my hand into the darkness, I feel the cold wall of my cave.
The drip of the water behind me, reminding me of my thirst.
I turn around and look into the blackness. Something is there,
it shouldn't be there. Why is it there? How did I not hear?
It is looking at me, I do not like that look. That hunger!
The one I have fed the most, the creature that I loved most!
It dived toward me, flying through the air. Taking a bite out of my...
I reach out my hand into the darkness, I feel the cold wall of my cave.
The drip of the water behind me, reminding me of my thirst.
I turn around and look into the blackness. Something is there,
it shouldn't be there. Why is it there? How did I not hear?
It is looking at me, I do not like that look. That hunger!
The one I have fed the most, the creature that I loved most!
It dived toward me, flying through the air. Taking a bite out of my...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Michaelfox (Michael Fox)
