by MichaelM | Sep 2, 2018 | Poetry
I Used to Pray There Was Indeed a Devil I used to praythere was indeed a devil.For otherwisewho would punish mefor my unforgivable sins?The ones I flail myselfeach dayeach nightfor more time than anyonewould believe.Ah. Then I rememberchildish laughter and...
by MichaelM | Sep 2, 2018 | Poetry
Once I Was; Once I Was Once I was a toddlerwhose chubby little handsdelivered all they could carryto a mouth never closed.Once I was a boywho ran through the fieldsand caught all who were notfast enough to safely flee.Once I was a studentwho devoured words and...
by MichaelM | May 10, 2018 | Poetry
Thoughts at Midnight There comes a time when the young man becomes oldand stops, shakes his head and wondershow did I get here?Which turn brought me here from myriads of directions, hundreds of thousands of stepsthat lead to and frothen back again? He stands alone...
by MichaelM | Feb 8, 2018 | Poetry
Oh, But I Had to Stop Singing Of course, things are differentas I knew they would bebut, you know, “that’s life” as they all say. I’d like to say that everything is okayand not a big deal but I’d hate to lie.Well, maybe...
by MichaelM | Jan 25, 2018 | Poetry
I Didn’t Leave A Thing I didn’t leave anything in Newsomeexcept memories of some who have been gone for years and years. I didn’t leave much in Dallaswhere, these days, I hate to returnto concrete, cars, and too many peoplewho...
by MichaelM | Dec 25, 2017 | Poetry
THE DAY I DIDN’T THINK OF YOU Hours pass,of course, and the minutes are but a blink.What else could be expectedfor life continues to flowto have demands of its own. The days are always spentwith all the to and fro of lifeas we do the things we mustThings like work,...
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