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I have a love of poetry. I hope you enjoy my work.
I have a love of poetry. I hope you enjoy my work.
  1. Saying, "love you" after every phone call and meaning it.
    2. Saying goodnight and something sweet every night to them before they go to sleep. It lets them know you are there for them every night.
    3. Always saying how you feel. So they always know where they stand.
    4. When you do things for them because you want the best for them.
    5. When you call them just to hear their voice
    6. Missing their warmth so much that, the next time you hug them, you don't want to let them go.

    By Kevin Michael @ September 4, 2012
Kevin Michael
Kevin Michael
Aug 5, 2013      Aug 6, 2013

Dead like the polluted ocean
Dead like a heart that cannot feel emotion

We are all drowning
We are all running
We are all on that damn treadmill
We keep going, Can’t get our fill

Can’t get our fill
Can’t get our fix
Can’t get past this
Consumerist apocalypse

So, I fill my lungs with the ashes of the dreams I’ve left behind
I look for her
Only to find
That as she takes another dose
Her brain turns comatose

Dead like the polluted ocean
Dead like a heart that cannot feel emotion

Though every time I see her my heart still pounds
Like the bass at Burning Man’s campgrounds
I’ve come to find that our love was lost
It would exist Nevermore
Drowned in the want for more
And more
And even more

So, we acted like kids
We hid
We hid from the truth, the lies, and the love we once shared

Dead like the polluted ocean
Dead like a heart that cannot feel emotion

But now, lost in this thing called Never-Never-Enough-land
Which is kind of like “Never-Never-Land”
Except instead of Tinkerbelle’s magic fairy dust
We had a more natural magic delight, that could in fact be crushed into dust if you let it get too dry
But boy were we in for a “Wonderland” surprise
Instead of flying we were spiraling down,
Way down into the darkness of self-pity, remorse and regret

In this dark place
We kept the lights off as we escaped
Into my weary whisky and her sinister Smirnoff
The lights would have shown how our dreams were being raped
Living in a dream was her only escape
She closed her eyes and she saw the landscape
It was ponies and rainbows and big chocolate cake
It was romance and a family camping down by the lake
But as she opened her eyes, she realized its all fake
She cried:
We need to open our eyes and our ears
We need to let everyone know what we see and hear
Because silent rumors spread fake truths, and
Darkness only shines a light on all of our fears
So, wake up from your sleep and you will see that
We’ve all lost our best years

And now we’re
Alive for the first time
Alive like the beach on a sunny day
Alive like the flowers I picked from the earth for her

And now we’re
Alive for the first time
Like when I see her face
And when she smiles
All of our bad dreams just dissipate

Though it may seem naive at times,
I still believe in love at first sight
Yes, I fall for her every time

There is hope yet for this weary and sinister world
Love is in the air!
Its fumes intoxicate us all!

Love is so much more than we could ever hope to consume
Love is the only thing that we can have that can fill our appetite
When it’s real, there isn’t anything else in the world that we need
Just one another

Yes, I think I still love her
Because she makes me feel alive
Because every time I see her face
My stomach takes a dive off of the high boards
And into the deep end
And then
I start to feel butterflies
I start to see rainbows and taste big wedding cake
And now I think of romance and a family camping down by the lake

By Kevin Michael @February 2012-August 2013

Kevin Michael
Kevin Michael
Aug 5, 2013

Where are you?
Where are you?
I feel alone.
I feel so alone.
I need a hug.
I need someone, anyone, please.
Where are you right now?
Are you in the arms of the one you love?
Where is my love?
Where are you my love?
I need your touch.
I need you so much.

By Kevin Michael @ October 2012

Kevin Michael
Kevin Michael
May 14, 2013      May 14, 2013

Touching you
Feeling you
Escaping this world with you

I don’t want to feel this anymore
I can’t go on anymore

I want to breathe!
I want to breathe,
                              The fresh whispers of freedom,
                                                        ­                             that want to get out,
                                                            ­                                                             and they turn into a SHOUT!
I Want To Breathe Freely
To be me
To Dance and Sing and Hug your very Being

I want to breath
Inhale your essence
In one look capture your essence

I glance across the room
I see you.....seeing me

But you can’t see
That I can’t breathe
Suffocated by Society

Need to be free
So many things that they want of me
But I just want to be free

Free to touch you
Free to feel you
Free to breathe fresh whispers in your ear
Free to shout "I Love You!" without fear

By Kevin Michael @April 4th 2013

Kevin Michael
Kevin Michael
Feb 12, 2013      Feb 12, 2013

Unchain me,
Let me out of this cage,
Show me,
That I can love,
That this is not just some stage,
It seems I know very little of you,
These eyes don’t cry any more, for you
They’ve dried, for you
You see my trust has died, for you
It’s hard to say when it happened,
You see my vision’s not 20/20 in hindsight,
I need someone to turn on the light,
Because it’s dark out there,
I stare out into the masses and wonder how they function,
We are all on this dysfunction- junction,
We all need the babe with the open heart,
The one that needs you to be there for her when she’s falling apart,
The one that will do anything for you,
But still tells you when it’s not something she’s into,
You see we all need someone not like you!
So, unchain me,
Open my heart to the next girl,
I can be her diamond in the rough and she can be my pearl,
Let her take away all my pain,
My love, for her, I will proclaim,
If only I could be, unchained!

By Kevin Michael @ March 2012 Refined February 2013

I felt that my original poem may have been a little over the top. Though poetry written with emotion is great, I felt that a touch of refinement might allow the emotions to be more accessible without alienating people with more delicate sensibilities. It also, in my opinion, just makes it sound better, more natural, and classy.
Kevin Michael
Kevin Michael
Dec 26, 2012      Dec 27, 2012

Dead like the polluted ocean
Dead like a heart that cannot feel emotion

We are all drowning
We are all running
We are all on that damn treadmill
We keep going, Can’t get our fill

Can’t get our fill
Can’t get our fix
Can’t get past this
Consumerist apocalypse

So, I fill my lungs with the ashes of the dreams I’ve left behind
I look for her
Only to find
That as she takes another dose
Her brain turns comatose

Dead like the polluted ocean
Dead like a heart that cannot feel emotion

Though every time I see her my heart still pounds
Like the bass at Burning Man’s campgrounds
I’ve come to find that our love was lost
It would exist Nevermore
Drowned in the want for more
And more
And even more

So, we acted like kids
We hid
We hid from the truth, the lies, and the love we once shared

Dead like the polluted ocean
Dead like a heart that cannot feel emotion

But now, lost in this thing called Never-Never-Enough-land
Which is kind of like “Never-Never-Land”
Except instead of Tinkerbelle’s magic fairy dust
We had a more natural magic delight, that could in fact be crushed into dust if you let it get too dry
But boy were we in for a “Wonderland” surprise
Instead of flying we were spiraling down,
Way down into the darkness of self-pity, remorse and regret

In this dark place
We kept the lights off as we escaped
Into my weary whisky and her sinister Smirnoff
The lights would have shown how our dreams were being raped
Living in a dream was her only escape
She closed her eyes and she saw the landscape
It was ponies and rainbows and big chocolate cake
It was romance and a family camping down by the lake
But as she opened her eyes, she realized its all fake
She cried:
We need to open our eyes and our ears
We need to let everyone know what we see and hear
Because silent rumors spread fake truths, and
Darkness only shines a light on all of our fears
So, wake up from your sleep and you will see that
We’ve all lost our best years

And now we’re
Dead like the polluted ocean
And now we’re
Dead like a heart that cannot feel emotion
And now we’re dead

By Kevin Michael @February-December 2012

Kevin Michael
Kevin Michael
Aug 16, 2012

I want to write,
I want to write freely,
I want to express my thoughts on paper so freely that they flow from me,
I want to type my fingers bloody with feelings and emotions,
I want to live and breathe poetry,
I want all of my words to be read and heard and to be poetry,
I want my words to express all of the beauty in this world,
I want the world not to do my words justice,
Words are the world’s details,
Detailing every aspect,
And looking at it all in retrospect a complete picture of all that is beautiful,
Pretty words, poetry, a complete picture,
A complete picture of you,
You are the expression that paints a picture in my mind that I look at when I'm feeling down,
So, when I lay in this cold bed I can think of you and it warms my icy heart,
You see, I want to write, because every time I write I find a new way to describe your stunning looks,
Flashy white-toothed smile,
And your kick ass legs that stretch for miles and miles.
I want to write because every time I write I discover a little bit more,
Find new ways to describe you,
And I want to write because when I do I find out how much more I can love you

By Kevin Michael @August 16, 2012

I have been struggling with writers block and this was a desperate attempt to produce a product, but nonetheless I hope you like it and it inspires you.
 
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