michaeld

Ok just a quick background of this poem. My friend, Martha Shannon Reid, died in a car crash when I was in fifth grade. I was in class and decided ...

Mommy went to heavenYesterday In room 342.I watched her limp bodyStrugglingAs it tried to take inEvery molecule of Oxygen it Could,But it wouldn’t let itself.Her eyes were ClosedBut she wasn’tSlee

hey there pretty girlthe one with the whitesmile,the blondehair,all of thefriends.you seem sohappy.every day, you getup,brush yourhair,put on your makeup,get dressed.you fool everyone with thatpretty

Mommy told you to stay away.You didn't listen. You ran out the door, ignoring her warnings.You were sixteen,I was ageless.I warmed your heart with lies of happiness and power,luring you ...

Every day, I slip outof the shower,walkto the mirrorand lookat myself.Every day, it'sa new insult.Too fat,not attractive,no cleavage.Every day, I goto school,walk the hallsand feelinsecure.I hide my f

I want it to be1983 again.I want you to Hold me in your arms,Tell me how the starsTwinkle just for me.I want you to show meHow to paint.I want you ...

There we layin our oak caskets;wax covered mason jarslitter the floor. Ocean's breezeplasters our hair toour foreheads.Your glassesglisten.Darling, I could have sworn, in thatlast moment, yousmiled.Th

FORWARD: This is an english project that I had to do recently. The teacher gave us 14 rhyming words and we had to create a "Shakespearian Sonnet" with them. This ...

Little orphan Annie Wants nothing more than friends, But she’s teased and hit and kicked and beat, Her torment never ends. Today as she was sitting, She thought “I’m through ...

"I'm the protector," claims the man up there preaching, yet I hear nothing. ... God, why am I here? Why am I talking to you when I don't believe? ... ...

Lit cigarettes float back and forth Like lightning bugs in the June sky. Smoke billows from their mouths As they sink into a symphonic rhythm. This was their life, This ...

A prose-ical(?) analysis of my ability to fall for the first person who gives me love.

Some words that were inspired by childhood, past trauma, and the persistence to persevere.

Nostalgic snapshot memories of times now long gone.