| poetry |
| "Death had defeated him, exactly as he had feared it would." The Tesseract |
| Role Reversal |
| Role reversal left hand blue Universal one times two Inconceivable birthday cake Unreceivable hide and seek Downhill skiing 1,2,3 State of being A,B,C Role reversal left hand blue Universal one times two |
| i wrote this while i was spending the day with children and adults |
| Revolutions |
| Written towards the end of May in 2003. it's won the editors award from poetry.com |
| Revalatons. Revolutions. Splice the best parts together admit we've been apart. Confusion's been like a feather i've been there from the start. So candy colored is my soul but it's hidden, everlasting From the towers the clocks to toll and below, the clergy fasting. 'It's a world of wonder," the old man said, reminicing to the past, the future. 'It's a terminal life,' said the child alone and you have to die in order to mature Death is the thing you can't say go away When your telephones ring, you're trapped until May. Revalations. Revolutions. |
| these are a few of my favorite poems that i composed. tell me what you think. oh yeah, it's all copyrighted, so don't be a prick and try to steal my work. |
| Michi Fishy |
| written on December 27th, 2003. I was driving home from Philidelphia with my family and they were all asleep so i wrote this in my head to pass the time. It greatly amuses me. |
| There was a man i saw in the forest one time. his hair was below his chin. he saw me as i saw him; decrepid and obsolete. we stood there a while separated by a mile without needing glasses to see. A rabbit flew by pursued by a fox. we waited for longer still when one of us spoke, we both were alarmed, and the fox lay dead by my hand. the sunshine parted the sky, it seemed, to change the world completely. the man seemed younger, and i seemed older and we both were seen by the sun. If history is written by the winners then i will write no more. and the sun can go away because i will write no more. this man, i've heard tell, only lives in the forest when the sky is blue. but he's only around and i'm only around when no one's around to hear it. i met this man one day in the forest when i was all alone. he disappeared many a time when his music played. but he returned, and so would i, along with the rabbit and fox. but this whole story's false because i've never been to the forest. and i've always lived in a box. |
| Untitled |
| this was written at some time and it was the first good thing i'd written in a long time. |
| Flyin' dowm the Penna Turnpike Thinkin' to myself I'm a little Michi Fishy Name is Penny Lane can't wait to pass Toledo it's a great place to exclaim the lights are so much brighter there forget your fishy cares. Shipshewana, Michiwalka, even Valparaiso have you seen the sun rise over Gary, Indiano? Lake Calumet's a-glitter The skyway's view's a-glow headin' down the Eden's is the way i go to home. |