Submissions by mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Oh, Mike the Engineer can build your brand-new hip, or synth your pills. But engineers left unfulfilled poor Mike's creative writing skills.
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2011 00:52am
8th Aug 2011 00:52am
why couldn't your artistic side have been a little less prolific?
you're gone
and there's nothing left
but a rebroken bone writing morose poetry about the snap
'mid a room cluttered with your picturesque romantic nothings
and a brochure for tooth whitening
("you really should look into it")
and there's nothing left
but a rebroken bone writing morose poetry about the snap
'mid a room cluttered with your picturesque romantic nothings
and a brochure for tooth whitening
("you really should look into it")
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Aug 2011 9:49pm
7th Aug 2011 9:49pm
Starting over
I looked up, and out the window
the summer sky was bright and hazy,
the air thick as a jungle. Content,
I looked back down to my work,
sorting the coins in my piggy bank
which had finally filled to the point
where I didn't feel guilty breaking it open
to count how much I had
going for me in this life.
I looked up again, and suddenly the sky
was bleak and dark, the haze and distance
having shrouded the ingress
of the heavy grey rainclouds
which poured their weight upon the world
(as if the world didn't...
the summer sky was bright and hazy,
the air thick as a jungle. Content,
I looked back down to my work,
sorting the coins in my piggy bank
which had finally filled to the point
where I didn't feel guilty breaking it open
to count how much I had
going for me in this life.
I looked up again, and suddenly the sky
was bleak and dark, the haze and distance
having shrouded the ingress
of the heavy grey rainclouds
which poured their weight upon the world
(as if the world didn't...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2011 00:08am
26th Jul 2011 00:08am
Alphabetically relevant attacks.
Acid for your shock attack,
Base to the bombardier:
Combat engage the target souls
Defeat them with a sneer.
Trust me, it's a new frontier.
- -
Asinine comment, derisive snicker
Baleful gaze that begs to bicker
Caustic purport in her eyes
Denotes a wicked surprise:
But unknown to her, I've disrobed her lies.
- -
Accentuate your masterful guile
By calorimetry, measuring men's
Candor by the heat they sweat out
During the moment they see your true ice.
But I suppose you think you can quench them all.
Base to the bombardier:
Combat engage the target souls
Defeat them with a sneer.
Trust me, it's a new frontier.
- -
Asinine comment, derisive snicker
Baleful gaze that begs to bicker
Caustic purport in her eyes
Denotes a wicked surprise:
But unknown to her, I've disrobed her lies.
- -
Accentuate your masterful guile
By calorimetry, measuring men's
Candor by the heat they sweat out
During the moment they see your true ice.
But I suppose you think you can quench them all.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2011 11:18pm
18th Jul 2011 11:18pm
As History Repeats
He's always been a selfish bastard,"
my dad says, gearing up
into the same story
as the last time
and the time
before,
whenever anybody brings up
my grandfather's selfish habits.
"He's always loved his Sno-Caps—"
(those cheap nonpareil chocolates)
"—ever since we were young.
We sat and watched him eat them,
and he never once offered to share.
The only difference nowadays
is that he feeds two mouths
instead of eight
and can buy the name brand.
It's the little things like that
that stick with you, ...
my dad says, gearing up
into the same story
as the last time
and the time
before,
whenever anybody brings up
my grandfather's selfish habits.
"He's always loved his Sno-Caps—"
(those cheap nonpareil chocolates)
"—ever since we were young.
We sat and watched him eat them,
and he never once offered to share.
The only difference nowadays
is that he feeds two mouths
instead of eight
and can buy the name brand.
It's the little things like that
that stick with you, ...
#childhood
#family
#memories #uplifting
#memories #uplifting
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jun 2011 10:29pm
27th Jun 2011 10:29pm
Suicide notes (from Ray's challenge thread)
Dear Dad,
Remember the other day,
when you taught me how to use a nailgun?
When you told me I finally decided
to learn something useful?
Well, I couldn't take your tip
and lean on it to drive it in better
due to my position.
Then again, gray matter is pretty soft.
Love always,
Mike
***
Dear family,
I was writing
yet another entry in my journal
about how worthless you are
and how I want to kill myself,
when I realized
I had no more room in my...
Remember the other day,
when you taught me how to use a nailgun?
When you told me I finally decided
to learn something useful?
Well, I couldn't take your tip
and lean on it to drive it in better
due to my position.
Then again, gray matter is pretty soft.
Love always,
Mike
***
Dear family,
I was writing
yet another entry in my journal
about how worthless you are
and how I want to kill myself,
when I realized
I had no more room in my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2011 3:10am
17th Jun 2011 3:10am
What Hath God Wrought?
When stars rise high above the lab complex
And nothing's left to chance, left to perplex,
Once every migrant minnow has been tracked
And boiled down to data, printed, stacked—
There still (infernally!) exist attacks
On Mankind's cherished collection of facts,
Accusing it of killing poetry
Reducing Love to A, C, T and G.
But what of delicate intricacies
Laid bare by dedication to disease?
The world's a Rube Goldberg machine, and cheers—
We're fortunate enough to glimpse the gears!
They say that science kills artistic feel.
I...
And nothing's left to chance, left to perplex,
Once every migrant minnow has been tracked
And boiled down to data, printed, stacked—
There still (infernally!) exist attacks
On Mankind's cherished collection of facts,
Accusing it of killing poetry
Reducing Love to A, C, T and G.
But what of delicate intricacies
Laid bare by dedication to disease?
The world's a Rube Goldberg machine, and cheers—
We're fortunate enough to glimpse the gears!
They say that science kills artistic feel.
I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 5:18am
4th Jun 2011 5:18am
For Her
To the greatest
girl in the world,
the sweetest,
the best kisser
and the warmest
cuddler,
the downright
sexiest woman
on the planet,
the closest friend
and most sympathetic
listener,
the most beautiful
person I have ever
had the pleasure
or the privilege
of laying eyes on...
I hope you're having
just a gosh-darn
wonderful
Valentine's Day
with him.
girl in the world,
the sweetest,
the best kisser
and the warmest
cuddler,
the downright
sexiest woman
on the planet,
the closest friend
and most sympathetic
listener,
the most beautiful
person I have ever
had the pleasure
or the privilege
of laying eyes on...
I hope you're having
just a gosh-darn
wonderful
Valentine's Day
with him.
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th May 2011 8:49am
18th May 2011 8:49am
3:47 AM should not exist
Laying in bed with you,
my arm pinned under you
feels like the ball and chain
you have become.
Your body heat mixes with mine,
combines, reacts, and beads of sweat
precipitate like godforsaken dew.
The fan's trained on us
like a spotlight (the tabloid press
is already murmuring over us anyway)
but at this point it's just blowing
our own heat back in our faces.
I roll over, away from you,
pulling my arm from under
your head, and appreciate
the two full seconds of relief
before you roll over and rest your head
on my...
my arm pinned under you
feels like the ball and chain
you have become.
Your body heat mixes with mine,
combines, reacts, and beads of sweat
precipitate like godforsaken dew.
The fan's trained on us
like a spotlight (the tabloid press
is already murmuring over us anyway)
but at this point it's just blowing
our own heat back in our faces.
I roll over, away from you,
pulling my arm from under
your head, and appreciate
the two full seconds of relief
before you roll over and rest your head
on my...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2011 9:09pm
13th May 2011 9:09pm
Addendum to the Accoutrements
It's overrated.
Trust in the instincts
of red and green—
though I suppose you would
be colorblind.
Shave a path
from point A
to your destination:
no reason to assume
point blank
that it's point B,
or Tammany Hall.
And don't come looking.
Who wants to play
with a three-legged dog?
Cute and cuddly
it'll always be, but
sprite and studly
nevermore.
"Susceptibility," she purred.
"That's the beauty in it."
I'll purr to that.
Trust in the instincts
of red and green—
though I suppose you would
be colorblind.
Shave a path
from point A
to your destination:
no reason to assume
point blank
that it's point B,
or Tammany Hall.
And don't come looking.
Who wants to play
with a three-legged dog?
Cute and cuddly
it'll always be, but
sprite and studly
nevermore.
"Susceptibility," she purred.
"That's the beauty in it."
I'll purr to that.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2011 3:13pm
13th May 2011 3:13pm
Closing Remarks, Jones' Fifth Rant
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Synthesis of red-hot flails,
penitence of buxom nails,
scanty-clad in pustuled scales,
I want nothing of these tales!
Tenor sax runs high above,
let it fly like a white dove,
simple yes? What I speak of
you'd never admit that you love!
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Seven dwarves could never see
all the things you mean to me,
baiting serendipity
whenever I visit thee!
...
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Synthesis of red-hot flails,
penitence of buxom nails,
scanty-clad in pustuled scales,
I want nothing of these tales!
Tenor sax runs high above,
let it fly like a white dove,
simple yes? What I speak of
you'd never admit that you love!
Pestilence and maggotry,
festerance and fallacy,
take me 'way and let me be!
Seven dwarves could never see
all the things you mean to me,
baiting serendipity
whenever I visit thee!
...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th May 2011 7:53am
10th May 2011 7:53am
Rosebud, or: Things I Do for My Alma Mater
This past year after a particularly nasty storm my school admitted defeat and granted a snow day, which is huge for us because our Provost is from Montreal, so if he can manage to physically insert his smarmy ass into work, he thinks everyone else should be able to as well. Of course we did like any college kids would: reverted back to our five-year-old states. We played until it got dark, and then decided we were going to go sledding. Now, my school is on the side of a small mountain, so that's basically as easy as finding someplace with a decent stretch of nothing hard, starting to run, and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2011 1:27am
6th May 2011 1:27am
Love to a man, pain to a scientist
Why does my mind flee far away from here
To where my lover rests her auburn head?
It feels enforced, as if a puppeteer
Tweaks heartstrings 'til my mind has loveward fled.
And why, my soul, d'you ache as if you're bruised
Whenever I must tear myself from her?
As if we pulled apart two metals fused
And left it to wholeheartedly demur.
But seeing as my heart's so governed by
What science can't define, the question's fair
And I'll have no respite until I know
How my mind works despite me. Therefore I
Must wander long and hope to...
To where my lover rests her auburn head?
It feels enforced, as if a puppeteer
Tweaks heartstrings 'til my mind has loveward fled.
And why, my soul, d'you ache as if you're bruised
Whenever I must tear myself from her?
As if we pulled apart two metals fused
And left it to wholeheartedly demur.
But seeing as my heart's so governed by
What science can't define, the question's fair
And I'll have no respite until I know
How my mind works despite me. Therefore I
Must wander long and hope to...
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