by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Tommy, Chief of the Blackhawks (A Bully’s Story) Cruelty lives in the hearts of young boys.No jungle can compare to playgroundsfull of sixth grade boys.Yes, it is differentfor the jungle is life and death,eat or be eaten.Oh, but the...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
No One to Tell The word came today That an old friend had died A special one. Someone, that all who knew me Then, Back then, Would understand the pain Her going would bring. I reached for the phone For I thought that I needed to tell . . ....
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
She Doesn’t Know She doesn’t knowI still play that songbut on the computer nowinstead of the old scratchyrecord that we used to play.She doesn’t knowthat sometimes I find myselfdriving miles out of the wayjust to go by the place,that place where we used...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Laughing ‘til You Cried When was the last time you laughed‘til you cried?Or that your sides were sorefrom the laughter the night before.Was it from the friendsor the boozeor just when the timing was absolutely right?Was it days? Weeks?...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Just This Damn Winter Night I am so tired of being lonely, tired of being blue. Tired of trying to remember how being touched used to feel. Tired of trying to...
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