Submissions by Michaelpoet
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2023 4:12am
5th Oct 2023 4:12am
Willing To Accept
#addiction
#OCD
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
#MentalHealth #vulnerability
144 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2023 2:38am
3rd Oct 2023 2:38am
Eternity
A time grown out of pity like rain on the asphalt. Pain is a pleasure to the unassuming masses. It was not the vow that was broken, but the innocence that stumbled out of reach of lovers torn at the seams
#FallingInLove
#ForbiddenLove
#dating
#crush
#LookingForLove
367 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Sep 2023 5:34pm
30th Sep 2023 5:34pm
Colors Unbroken
A time of desperation that collapses unto itself.
Bleakness is a metaphor for unoriginality in a world consumed by chaos.
Lovers tease eternity to justify their contempt for one another.
Why does my seasonal appreciation require a void in acknowledgment of the species to which I was assigned?
Bleakness is a metaphor for unoriginality in a world consumed by chaos.
Lovers tease eternity to justify their contempt for one another.
Why does my seasonal appreciation require a void in acknowledgment of the species to which I was assigned?
#dark
#apathy
#fear
227 reads
7 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Sep 2023 00:48am
19th Sep 2023 00:48am
8 hours a night
As I stare at the night sky my mind wanders to a place I dare not go during waking hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour.
My only sorrow is that it will last a mere 8 hours.
I lied to the moon for a moments satisfaction that I will not experience again.
Death is having to live in a state of lucidity without reprieve from the horrors I have known.
As I serenade the angels of my better nature with a song of apathy which has no lyrics I am comforted by a truth known only to the universe.
Perchance to dream is the fulfillment of a misery of a thousand cries to the heavens at that most holy hour.
My only sorrow is that it will last a mere 8 hours.
#nightmares
252 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Sep 2023 4:55pm
1st Sep 2023 4:55pm
Overcast
#anger
#anxiety
#grief
#despair
#emptiness
115 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2023 9:28pm
28th Aug 2023 9:28pm
For a little less
Eyes fixated on a clock with no hands.
Waiting for the grim reaper to pay me an expected visit.
Trying in vain to bargain my freedom, but to no avail. My bounty worth more than my bribe could ever hope to be.
As I accepted my exit from this mortal coil a calmness came over me.
It was not the afterlife I was entering, but the after effects of anesthesia.
My surgery had been a success.
Waiting for the grim reaper to pay me an expected visit.
Trying in vain to bargain my freedom, but to no avail. My bounty worth more than my bribe could ever hope to be.
As I accepted my exit from this mortal coil a calmness came over me.
It was not the afterlife I was entering, but the after effects of anesthesia.
My surgery had been a success.
#happiness
#strength
#hope
#TimeHeals
#redemption
313 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2023 5:41am
24th Aug 2023 5:41am
Acceptance Of Denial
Taking it all in as if truth were subjective.
Truth is what you tell yourself it was, is or will be.
How do you flush out a sensation that you borrowed from someone you admire?
Authority was put into place to control the ability of the species.
Does ownership of a curtain belong to your will or that of Martha Stewart?
To question our society is to ensure a good night sleep at the local insane asylum.
I refuse to confide in a pill that has no opinion of a condition I never believed in.
Politics is nothing more than unorganized religion designed to fulfill my...
Truth is what you tell yourself it was, is or will be.
How do you flush out a sensation that you borrowed from someone you admire?
Authority was put into place to control the ability of the species.
Does ownership of a curtain belong to your will or that of Martha Stewart?
To question our society is to ensure a good night sleep at the local insane asylum.
I refuse to confide in a pill that has no opinion of a condition I never believed in.
Politics is nothing more than unorganized religion designed to fulfill my...
#corruption
#oppression
#politics #rebellion
#politics #rebellion
186 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2023 1:56pm
20th Aug 2023 1:56pm
Flashback Forward
Tired eyes within an expression of lies.
Modesty sold to both youth and old.
Peering out of an unseen future.
Days spent in a sweatshop to pay rent on a house occupied by a phantom with no name.
Dreams of a surf bound to a contract with no expiration date.
My reward for a job well done being an expedited pink slip that guarantees overtime.
I was lied to by those closest to me.
College was a scam designed to empower the corrupt to a tenure unforseen.
I'll see your poverty and raise you a heart attack.
Modesty sold to both youth and old.
Peering out of an unseen future.
Days spent in a sweatshop to pay rent on a house occupied by a phantom with no name.
Dreams of a surf bound to a contract with no expiration date.
My reward for a job well done being an expedited pink slip that guarantees overtime.
I was lied to by those closest to me.
College was a scam designed to empower the corrupt to a tenure unforseen.
I'll see your poverty and raise you a heart attack.
#corruption
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#HumanRights
#poverty
151 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2023 8:26pm
16th Aug 2023 8:26pm
Indefinite Closure
Tears of a weeping willow on a tree lined street in Biloxi indulge my depression.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
Death never looked so inviting as it does to the hopeless.
Silence is a teacher waiting in vain for her star pupil.
You have earned every emotion you own.
Clouds of wisdom pass on the knowledge of the universal truth.
Death never looked so inviting as it does to the hopeless.
Silence is a teacher waiting in vain for her star pupil.
#death
#LifeCycle
242 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Aug 2023 3:42am
14th Aug 2023 3:42am
Loathing of Embers
#anger
#dark
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
122 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
11th Aug 2023 2:48am
Steam From Radiator
I sat on the porch as a flower bloomed on a beautiful spring day.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
News of a shooting filled the air from within the living room.
My thoughts ebb and flow as the economy takes a turn for the worse.
Could a hurricane be the planet suffering from a flu caused by all the chemicals pumped out on a daily basis?
Buildings are giant tombstones that house the working class who are slowly dying with each fax that is sent.
We have elected fallible human beings to fix a world created by a divinity in whom there is no failure.
#murder
#violence
#pollution
#poverty
#vulnerability
173 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2023 9:34pm
6th Aug 2023 9:34pm
Iridium In Blue
Standing at the top of a hill overlooking the sadness of a weary society.
My will starting to break.
Tomorrow is not without mourning a future whose promise is of pain and conflict.
Can two groups in opposite directions peacefully co-exist outside of a daydream?
Marching in unison with an friend disguised as an enemy has become commonplace.
Both groups seeking a peace that is only achievable through conflict.
Turmoil is a migraine to the soldiers who spilled blood to ensure a better way for the generation to come.
My will starting to break.
Tomorrow is not without mourning a future whose promise is of pain and conflict.
Can two groups in opposite directions peacefully co-exist outside of a daydream?
Marching in unison with an friend disguised as an enemy has become commonplace.
Both groups seeking a peace that is only achievable through conflict.
Turmoil is a migraine to the soldiers who spilled blood to ensure a better way for the generation to come.
#hate
#TruthOfLife
#tragedy
153 reads
2 Comments
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