Submissions by mikeocull
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
As a poet, songwriter, and musician, I deal in art, culture, and emotion. I have a need to make you feel something.It's all about the vibe.
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2013 1:51am
26th Oct 2013 1:51am
Role Play
I used to think I knew me.
Who I was, what I was about.
And I guess I did, to a point.
What I knew, really, was the
Character I created.
See, early on, I learned to dislike myself
And, as I grew, I reinvented myself into
Someone I thought people would like better,
That I liked better.
I borrowed personality traits from those I admired,
Made them my own, and combined them.
I worked it so hard that I started to believe it.
Then I did believe it.
My isolation in recent years has allowed much
Of this construct, this...
Who I was, what I was about.
And I guess I did, to a point.
What I knew, really, was the
Character I created.
See, early on, I learned to dislike myself
And, as I grew, I reinvented myself into
Someone I thought people would like better,
That I liked better.
I borrowed personality traits from those I admired,
Made them my own, and combined them.
I worked it so hard that I started to believe it.
Then I did believe it.
My isolation in recent years has allowed much
Of this construct, this...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 10:14pm
19th Oct 2013 10:14pm
Space Between My Ears...
All I need is some space between my ears.
Sometimes, my head is a crowded place.
All my thoughts, obligations, wants, doubts, needs, and fears
Are in there and they start bumping into each other
And getting grumpy.
This is when I admire people who can cope with life sober.
I cannot, and I know that.
A quick hit of something strong
Gives me the mental distance needed to live.
I make no bones about it.
My personality is mostly made of minus signs,
So the world is a safer place if my edge is ground
Down somehow.
Un-medicated, I am...
Sometimes, my head is a crowded place.
All my thoughts, obligations, wants, doubts, needs, and fears
Are in there and they start bumping into each other
And getting grumpy.
This is when I admire people who can cope with life sober.
I cannot, and I know that.
A quick hit of something strong
Gives me the mental distance needed to live.
I make no bones about it.
My personality is mostly made of minus signs,
So the world is a safer place if my edge is ground
Down somehow.
Un-medicated, I am...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 9:01am
19th Oct 2013 9:01am
The Past
I will leave you to dispose of my things.
I no longer need them.
All that shit is good for is
bringing up bad memories of the past.
The past could be mostly erased with no loss.
Can't do anything about it.
Whatever happened, happened.
Gotta move on.
New stuff awaits,
Until the end,
If you play your cards right.
Too many people stop at some point
And settle for their life.
I may not be rich, but I did not settle.
I have not. I will not.
I was born to raise Hell,
Not to go quietly.
You can have the past.
I have held...
I no longer need them.
All that shit is good for is
bringing up bad memories of the past.
The past could be mostly erased with no loss.
Can't do anything about it.
Whatever happened, happened.
Gotta move on.
New stuff awaits,
Until the end,
If you play your cards right.
Too many people stop at some point
And settle for their life.
I may not be rich, but I did not settle.
I have not. I will not.
I was born to raise Hell,
Not to go quietly.
You can have the past.
I have held...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 9:59pm
18th Oct 2013 9:59pm
Seasons
Nothing to do when you're stuck in a vacancy.
Sometimes, you have to wait for a season to pass.
Some things develop in their own time and,
No matter how hard you might push,
Nothing happens until the wheel turns on its own.
Sometimes, you have to wait for a season to pass.
Some things develop in their own time and,
No matter how hard you might push,
Nothing happens until the wheel turns on its own.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 9:32am
18th Oct 2013 9:32am
Urban Love Poem #1
If I could repaint the world in my very own way.
And redraw the lines that keep us at bay
I'd make it more real, I'd make it more open.
Spirits would heal from hurts that are spoken.
If I could make changes, If I could rewind
The seemingly endless changes of time.
I'd go back to when the living was gritty.
The summer we first fell in love in the city.
The moment was fleeting, the moment was fast.
I live in the present but long for the past
When no one was hurting and we were all good.
That summer we first fell in love in the...
And redraw the lines that keep us at bay
I'd make it more real, I'd make it more open.
Spirits would heal from hurts that are spoken.
If I could make changes, If I could rewind
The seemingly endless changes of time.
I'd go back to when the living was gritty.
The summer we first fell in love in the city.
The moment was fleeting, the moment was fast.
I live in the present but long for the past
When no one was hurting and we were all good.
That summer we first fell in love in the...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Oct 2013 9:25am
18th Oct 2013 9:25am
The Trick
The only thing worse than hatred is indifference.
Being ignored is the final insult.
The un-returned call or email is the international sign for 'goodbye.'
I feel indifference coming from unexpected places lately.
Change is sweeping my corner of the world
And we are all going through something.
I've lived long enough to know people come and go
As do scenes, bands, women, drinks, drugs, and amplifiers.
The trick is to enjoy them all for what they are, then let go.
Surfing the flow is the only sane choice.
Attaching to one way or world view breeds...
Being ignored is the final insult.
The un-returned call or email is the international sign for 'goodbye.'
I feel indifference coming from unexpected places lately.
Change is sweeping my corner of the world
And we are all going through something.
I've lived long enough to know people come and go
As do scenes, bands, women, drinks, drugs, and amplifiers.
The trick is to enjoy them all for what they are, then let go.
Surfing the flow is the only sane choice.
Attaching to one way or world view breeds...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2013 10:05am
17th Oct 2013 10:05am
Reach...
I reach into myself.
What does that mean?
It means I have to be honest.
I have to be real.
If not, then I am reaching into someone else.
I have to face what is here and subdue it, befriend it,
Buy it a drink.
It's taken a long time to realize that fact.
To be real means to accept, warts, scars, and all
The way I am and the state of the world around me.
To change the world requires self-change.
This will always be my battle.
What does that mean?
It means I have to be honest.
I have to be real.
If not, then I am reaching into someone else.
I have to face what is here and subdue it, befriend it,
Buy it a drink.
It's taken a long time to realize that fact.
To be real means to accept, warts, scars, and all
The way I am and the state of the world around me.
To change the world requires self-change.
This will always be my battle.
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 11:42pm
15th Oct 2013 11:42pm
Mid Life Crisis
Mid Life Crisis
10-13-2013
I miss the storms that used to live around my heart,
The angst of a young man…
I used to burn with and for each emotion,
Everything was epic, and
I could live on piss and vinegar for a week at a time.
I longed for love and for a life yet to come.
I felt noble and naive at the same time…
I was prone to rages, recoils, and flights of fancy.
Get drunk, freak out, take off, or some combination.
Unpredictable, unreliable, undeniable…
I found peace in dark alleys, EL stops, and other shadows.
I sought out...
10-13-2013
I miss the storms that used to live around my heart,
The angst of a young man…
I used to burn with and for each emotion,
Everything was epic, and
I could live on piss and vinegar for a week at a time.
I longed for love and for a life yet to come.
I felt noble and naive at the same time…
I was prone to rages, recoils, and flights of fancy.
Get drunk, freak out, take off, or some combination.
Unpredictable, unreliable, undeniable…
I found peace in dark alleys, EL stops, and other shadows.
I sought out...
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