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mikebrogan
mikebrogan
"My life is my message" / / 1992 born. Educator, amateur poet.
Two girls I’ve never met. That’s who I’m worried about? What about the one that I almost loved? I have no concern of her. But why? What does the cosmos hold? Where will I end up? Will I miss the sky? The roof? The water. I will, but this corner of the world isn’t big enough. Too much to explore The lights sit here. Going nowhere, but I’m scared. That’s the truth Why should the bounds of comfort be pushed? For the sake of adventure? To find love? Does it exist? Or am I simply contradicting myself? I don’t know. The gray wall that is my city is slipping from my hands. I love my city. But I must try for what I need.
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
A goodbye to my city
You're a demise. You don't know that. You're syrup that means so much. I don't love you, As a matter of fact I really ******* hate you, but I need you. That's right. I need you. I'm a coward without you. I depend on you. One day I won't. I hope one day I won't. But until then, I'm at your beck and call.
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
Drink
You weren't good for me. But like a virus, you'll never leave. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I'm doing my best to remind myself of the awful things you did. But you won't go away, no matter how hard I try I have an ache in my heart, like a virus, that tells me you might have found a new man. But I don't know. Is it simple insecurity. I want to leave you, But I don't want you to leave me.
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Virus
Everything was great again We laughed and smiled again We played until our faces hurt again We drank too much again We got into a fight again
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
Again
Let's walk through the explosion of color as the air bites at our skin. Let's reminisce about the time that makes us feel alive. Let the trees sing to us in their beauty, refusing to be ignored. Let us weep the tears in appreciation of what fills our minds and more importantly our souls. Listen to mother's babbles that will only stop one day long from now. Be in touch and closer with Him than in any building. Let us hear the soft crunch and shuffle of the Earth itself going to sleep before our eyes. It yearns on my mind. I must be there. I must.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
Let's
So this is it then? The dreams realized? The thoughts fulfilled? What happened? The lust has shrunk and shrunk. The emotion is gone. Tired all the time. Depressed. Is this you? Please tell me it's not.
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
A Letter from an Old Friend #1
So there it is, we lost a bond. The gang has failed. Dynamite, short but explosive. I stand on one end, you on the other. I miss both of you so ******* much. I hurt. I write in pain. Twist the knife further, I deserve it.
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:02 AM UTC
Goodbye
You tell me I'm a great teacher but what about the others? What about the layer behind the gold? A rotten apple? A ***** in a church house? I sit on my throne of dirt waiting for the maid to come. They always come. Ready to take even that away.
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Teacher
What do you write when the cut is too fresh even for poetry?
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
Untitled