Submissions by True_Mikey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2017 00:37am
23rd Feb 2017 00:37am
That day you'll miss
Fire without air is brain without heart
Your thoughts are nothing without a spark
Let your blood flow freely
And you shall create divine art
Stare at the sky during the night
Until you find the light
Than you'll realize it's sunrise
And enjoy clouds puffed and bright
Walk by the pond for an hour
And look for a healthy flower
But don't pluck it out just yet
Without its roots there's no source of power
Breath in fresh air
Let loose of your long bright hair
While the wind blows swiftly
And...
Your thoughts are nothing without a spark
Let your blood flow freely
And you shall create divine art
Stare at the sky during the night
Until you find the light
Than you'll realize it's sunrise
And enjoy clouds puffed and bright
Walk by the pond for an hour
And look for a healthy flower
But don't pluck it out just yet
Without its roots there's no source of power
Breath in fresh air
Let loose of your long bright hair
While the wind blows swiftly
And...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2016 5:29am
3rd Nov 2016 5:29am
Irony
The unconscious reality is irony
To live as a character molded by society
To greet the same people every morning
Yet you ask yourself why life is so goddamn boring
The same routine every sunrise
Drilled to your bones yet we agonize
Complaining for not living so freely
But to lazy to make plans ideally
She wakes up to put make up on
While he rises to reorganize his Jordan's
I just described the morning of half of Brooklyn
How lives are being lived by these men and women
There's no need to sympathize with the economical...
To live as a character molded by society
To greet the same people every morning
Yet you ask yourself why life is so goddamn boring
The same routine every sunrise
Drilled to your bones yet we agonize
Complaining for not living so freely
But to lazy to make plans ideally
She wakes up to put make up on
While he rises to reorganize his Jordan's
I just described the morning of half of Brooklyn
How lives are being lived by these men and women
There's no need to sympathize with the economical...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2016 2:21am
29th Oct 2016 2:21am
"Home"
Dear home,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I haven't been with you
I'm sorry you're going through this
I'm sorry they're hurting you
Your renewal now is but a wish
I'm sorry we've lost touch
I'm sorry that I left
I'm sorry that shit went down
But I wish you the best
I'm sorry you're on the news
I'm sorry that no one cares
I'm sorry you had to lose
Your stories bring me nightmares
What you're going through now
Is pretty fucken tough
Wish I could be of any assistance
But I can't do much
...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I haven't been with you
I'm sorry you're going through this
I'm sorry they're hurting you
Your renewal now is but a wish
I'm sorry we've lost touch
I'm sorry that I left
I'm sorry that shit went down
But I wish you the best
I'm sorry you're on the news
I'm sorry that no one cares
I'm sorry you had to lose
Your stories bring me nightmares
What you're going through now
Is pretty fucken tough
Wish I could be of any assistance
But I can't do much
...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Oct 2016 5:07am
28th Oct 2016 5:07am
Designated surviver
He lost an arm,
Fighting for his land
To protect his family
Now that's a fucken man
Later he lost a leg
Running to save a life
From a burning building
Is where he found his wife
He soon lost his heart
In a world designed to smother
He used to protest for rights
Until they shot his brother
Now he's lost his mind
Do you remember when he last smiled?
No, neither do I
Think it's when he lost his child
Fighting for his land
To protect his family
Now that's a fucken man
Later he lost a leg
Running to save a life
From a burning building
Is where he found his wife
He soon lost his heart
In a world designed to smother
He used to protest for rights
Until they shot his brother
Now he's lost his mind
Do you remember when he last smiled?
No, neither do I
Think it's when he lost his child
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2016 5:37am
25th Oct 2016 5:37am
Irony
The unconscious reality is irony
To live as a character molded by society
To greet the same people every morning
Yet you ask yourself why life is so goddamn boring
The same routine every sunrise
Drilled to your bones yet we agonize
Complaining for not living so freely
But to lazy to make plans ideally
She wakes up to put make up on
While he rises to reorganize his Jordan's
I just described the morning of half of Brooklyn
How lives are being lived by these men and women
There's no need to sympathize with the economical...
To live as a character molded by society
To greet the same people every morning
Yet you ask yourself why life is so goddamn boring
The same routine every sunrise
Drilled to your bones yet we agonize
Complaining for not living so freely
But to lazy to make plans ideally
She wakes up to put make up on
While he rises to reorganize his Jordan's
I just described the morning of half of Brooklyn
How lives are being lived by these men and women
There's no need to sympathize with the economical...
548 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2016 10:38am
24th Oct 2016 10:38am
5am
5 am and the soul still restless
Could it be the lack of sleep
or the absence comfort
A mind so open
And a heart pumping but yet so hurt
Eyes bloodshot with bloody tears
Not from sadness but the idea of loss
With empty arms
A human body created without a cause
Who's to say my emotions aren't lethal
A reminiscing thought could shatter my spirit
How can I clear it
The human mind, a fucked up esprit
And the gray matter, what's the point of that
To hold up my spine or to darken my life
Why not dig my finger...
Could it be the lack of sleep
or the absence comfort
A mind so open
And a heart pumping but yet so hurt
Eyes bloodshot with bloody tears
Not from sadness but the idea of loss
With empty arms
A human body created without a cause
Who's to say my emotions aren't lethal
A reminiscing thought could shatter my spirit
How can I clear it
The human mind, a fucked up esprit
And the gray matter, what's the point of that
To hold up my spine or to darken my life
Why not dig my finger...
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