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Micah G Nov 2019
I am a wreck.
That’s that.
How can an alleged sociopath react?
Explain that?

I lack the lack of emotion!
Though it’s said only lack of concern.
I may be comorbid with BPD...
It doesn’t sound entirely absurd.

Should I seek treatment?
I think I have a decent handle on it,
And I despise the stigma.
Ah hell!

I broke the rhythm.
Haven’t done anything beyond a haiku or tanka in a while. Figured I’d vent without the veil of nature scenes and stuff.
Micah G Nov 2019
A dark horse ignites - -
My mind races to keep up
and the soul takes last
Micah G Nov 2018
The night sky is bright
So alive and so busy
Unlike her dark eyes
Micah G Jun 2019
Do not talk to me,
I could care less.
I’d rather slip a noose round my neck,
A gun would be too much of a mess.
And besides, there’s more fun in being alive.
So for now I keep my mind in check,
And I sleep a little less.
James slips a noose around my neck.
Micah G Jun 2019
What is a poem?
Is it words?
Is it something we can grasp?
Or is it some abstract peace?

What is a poem?
A window to the soul?
Even nonsense apparently has some meaning
Of some degree

What is a poem?
For if one word can be a poem
And a square on a canvas is art
What is a poem?
Micah G Nov 2019
A roadside puddle
I peer at my reflection
A car speeds through it
Micah G Feb 2020
In the suburb it only takes a certain lens
To see that not all is as it pretends
The mind is so quickly warped by life
And the pain and the darkness and strife

For example, the wind will carry a kite
Such innocence on display but try with might
And you will see that this scene without a care
Is so different than we think, so hear.

The childrens’ exclamations echo in the air
Easily taken as that of a terrified Baudelaire
As if Reversed by some ungodly curse
What once was joy now turned for worse

And the wind of course
Represents the taking of life by force
As life does in the end
Everything will beneath death, bend.

And red the kite is
even as tragic as Les Mis
For that is the color we bleed
And bleed we will Indeed.

So heed my words reader dear, heed
Everything is not what it seems
You may see things one way
But I see differently this day.
Micah G Nov 2019
They say I cannot hurt,
They say I can't complain,
They say my pain is a fantasy
They have not seen my brain.

They say I am okay,
They say that I am cured,
They say my problems are in my head
Of that they can be sure.

They say that I am strong,
They say that I am weak,
They cannot decide for sake of my mind
And that is why I bleed.
Micah G Nov 2018
It is cold outside
And warm in here. There is mist
On the window. Can’t see.
Micah G Nov 2019
Squat low
Drink fast
Get in the Lada and go
Hardbass blyat
Bored and feeling Slavic hehe
Micah G Nov 2018
I am not of this day and age
I much belong to the open range

My Texan spirit you cannot cage
I live by many an old adage

I feel at home with danger close
A gun on my hip and a glimmer of hope

I am like the antelope
Skittish with no way to cope

Tip my hat off to the side
Here or there I can’t decide

I’m a cowboy till I die
Thats is something you’ll never pry
Micah G Feb 2020
Crisp and yellow things
Small suns in my open mouth-
Crap! The bag’s empty!
Micah G Nov 2018
To any signal you send
To any emotion
It all blends together
Into one grey concoction, always in motion
Micah G Nov 2018
Shhh
Say the waves of the angry sea

I respond with every once of rebellion in me
I will be who I want me to be
Stay true to yourself and remember who your are
Micah G Nov 2018
I loved you
But you didn’t back
You said that you did, too
But then you went behind my back

So I say it’s time to cut the crap
I’ve had enough of you
Leave me to the scars and the cracks
I knew you were too good to be true
Yeah
Micah G Nov 2018
I carry the weight of my sin
I feel no worth within
ME
Is all I see at times
Self-righteousness make me blind
It’s hard to see
Anything but
RED
With all this anger in me
Just leave me be
Or I’ll snap and you may be
Excessively
HURT
I’ve done it before
And I’ll do it again
I’ll leave not only your heart but your body sore
I’m sorry bro
Freestyled in 1 min 24 sec. what do you guys think?
Micah G Jan 2020
Hungry and Greedy,
Allfather's honor-beasts,
Fed from the finest of flesh.

Beasts never sated,
On defense no hesitation,
Upon aggression no mercy to seek.

Odin’s soul-hunters,
Dear as his brothers,
Honored grey-manes of the hunt.
Micah G Nov 2018
Held by transience
Be free to be who you are
Open up their eyes
Micah G Nov 2018
Beautiful Flower
Golden, blue, and dark green
Captured in the vase
Are you the flower?
Micah G Nov 2018
Sad-hearted green man
Sickly heart too small, no love
Redemption is near
Just saw The Grinch. Good one for my little brothers. Was a fun movie
Micah G Nov 2018
Drops on the window
Different sizes and shapes
All of one substance
Semi-traditional haiku on...
Micah G Nov 2018
A dark bull mesquite
Old and strong and wise and good
Dies for expansion
What must we sacrifice for the expansion of our urban jungles?
Micah G Nov 2018
The mist flows freely
Of it’s own free will, kind of.
In and out of the light
Yes I know it’s 5-7-6... Danrin Excess Syllable on The Last Line Style lol
Micah G Nov 2018
A long-aged tree trunk
The old one has many rings
What secrets does each one hold?
More “Danrin-style” haiku
Micah G Nov 2019
He lays his head down
On my stomach - -
And we breathe as one
“He” is my dog, not a dude. No offense to the LGBT but wanted to clarify.
Micah G Mar 2019
a new fight
a sharp knife
a quiet plight

a new car
a new scar
went too far

a new home
a red zone
a broken bone
its been a while since i posted but here i am. things are different now for sure.
HUH
Micah G Jun 2019
HUH
Once I sat alone in a dark room,
Trying my hardest to make something good.

Nothing would flow, not a word.
Nothing to show would I have, not one work.

However, I heard a sound.
A chilling sound that I could not recount.

I looked above me and lo and behold,
An angel stood there and I was stricken with woe.

You,  he said, are not pleasing.
God, he said, you are not heeding.

Yes, I responded, I know but im ill.
He did not respond or seem to be bothered.

You have disappointed the Father, said he
And he perched himself again above me.

And then I felt something change!
Suddenly, I was less deranged so to say.

I looked to my arms and the scars I no longer hid,
But then to my horror I saw what he did.

My skin was like iron!
And my veins they were wires!

And then I shut down,
And the angel frowned.

Suddenly I awoke once more,
And saw no angel at my door.

This wasn’t totally frightening, this vision,
But I was still glad to see blood running crimson.

I wonder what this thought process was
My mind I’m sure, must be abuzz
And black.
IDK
Micah G Nov 2019
IDK
The wine is red
His robe is blue
My *** is sore
From sitting in this pew
Micah G Nov 2019
The notebook is red
My jacket is blue
I'm way too bored
To do this work that is due
Micah G Feb 2020
If I am empty, lad
Then I must be fillable
And forsaken land
Then I am still tillable
So hand me a pint
And I’ll drink the tankard full
And we’ll be on our merry way
Micah G Jun 2019
Once I had love
That is true
But now those days I’ve come to rue

I used to thank the Lord above
That is true
But now I am unable to give him his due

Once there was one I loved
When the creek was clear and blue
But now it runs a crimson hue

We loved and did thoroughly
Each second was not one to lose
We met each night at the old, wooden pews

Then one day she did not show
And where she was no one seemed to know
Until they found her there below
The oak tree by the the creek called Buffalo
No one knew the cause

And now I plead the Lord above
To free me from my ******* to
The earthly plain I’ve come to rue

For she never knew the evil I did do
I had loved not one, but two...
Micah G Nov 2018
I’m nothing special
I could easily be a millionaire before 30
I have faced no true adversity
Despite my everyday struggles

I have no backstory
I have no PAIN
I feel nothing
To my sin I am enslaved

I go to church
And I have a nice truck
I have everything set before me
Success is within my grasp

I am not worthy to be here
I am the ultimate grey man
I’m white and straight
The image of evil to fools
Basically
Micah G Nov 2019
In Waves
It comes and I go with it

It takes me to foreign lands
And to places anew.

In Waves
It comes and I go with it.

It carries me away away
A willing captive
Micah G Nov 2018
You are my body armor
My Kevlar

You protect me from enemy fire
You secure me in situations dire

You are heavy but the end result
Is worth the struggle
Who is your Kevlar?
Micah G Nov 2018
A leaf in the wind
Free from the tree that bound it
But carried by hard winds
What is freedom to you? At what cost does it come?
Micah G Nov 2019
Looking over the park - -
The people race down the highway
and tires scream on the road
Micah G Jun 2019
Manic I am
My insanity fine tuned like a drag car
Micah G Jun 2019
I love the carnage, you see.
It is what attracts me.
The ebony being in my mind
Is with me all the time.

I feel every pulsation of gore in my veins
And I see very stain my Soul has obtained.
The sanguinous movement of it all,
Has me fit to laugh! A ball!

My murderous mind is mine!
Not thine!
It is my cutthroat soul you envy!
Stay away or you I will bury!

My marvelous melancholy macabre mind!
It holds genius of the darker kind!
I am Hades.
And I hold the lady Persephone in my craze.

The West Wind it winds
Much like my rhymes.
I laugh with despair
To see these words there.

Psychosis is my emotion!
I think purple is how I feel.
Peel my skin?
That’s absurd.

Marvelous Macabre Murderous HaHa
Micah G Nov 2019
You smile when you come
And smile when you leave
Ask if I’m “okay, love?”
But I know it’s dishonesty
You could’ve killed me!
Micah G Jan 2020
Yggdrasil-champion
Magic Mead-master
Sovereign seeker of sight

Command the Valkyrie Battalion
Casting triumph and disaster
Great Lord of Asgard on high

Glory, Ymir-slayer
Glory, World-shaper
All powerful till Ragnarok arrives
Micah G Nov 2019
The midnight ink.
Perfectly dabbled upon the printed page
Or written,
I don’t discriminate.

The breath I feel in each turned page,
And the life in my fingertips
As they brush
The timid paper.

My thoughts,
Flowing blissfully by
In harmony
With the black type.

The lamp next to me,
Providing necessary lumination
For my endeavor.
A beacon of hope in the black room.

That is peace.
Currently reading “Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking”. It’s good so far. I’m an INTJ-A myself so it is relevant it seems. Picked it up today at HPB.
Micah G Nov 2019
Bleeding for relief
No longer the norm
I no longer flee
I have mastered the storm
Micah G Nov 2018
Your room is this way
Dementia
No ma’am it’s okay
Forget ya
Don’t forget those who have fallen to time. Stand with them and be kind.
Micah G Nov 2019
shadow of St. Helens
disaster breeds great beauty - -
the power that was here
Micah G Nov 2018
Shooter
What makes you this way
Is it the game on your computer
Or is it in your DNA?

Is it alcohol?
Or drugs?
The urge to end it all?
Deathly Spirits, do they tug at you?

Or is it PTSD?
Images and feelings from long ago
That you can’t unsee?
What made us cross the line 19 years ago?————————————
Why?
I’ve always wondered why so many shootings are happening nowadays. What is it individually that causes these, and what are exactly are they thinking?
Micah G Dec 2018
If you can lie to me
who else is
and did?

If you sweet mother
can speak such injustice
who else held me down?
Micah G Feb 2020
There once was only
...
Until one day a sound resounded in the heavens
Rebounded at each barrier
Shattering and shaking
Breaking the woven fabric
Like it was attacking a bandit
Stealing potential.
And now we have this astounding creation
Cremated by human hands
And blandly recalled in sub-par bars
and meter and rhyme
Because none can do it justice
This universe and space and time.
Bittersweet indeed.
And every day more tears rain down
from Elohim eyes
While we stagnate satisfied by
Evil lives
Content to die without purpose
Victims of
Passion, Politics, *******,
Painkillers, Pandemics, Parlor talk
And we walk steady
Rocking our inadequacy for all to see
Never to see the salt is gone
And all we reap is weeping
And broken teeth.
Micah G Nov 2018
Two branches alike
Of the same wood, but they will
Never touch despite this
Micah G Nov 2019
The cold wind bites me
Leaving deep wounds in my face - -
I would **** for hot tea
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