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Nov 2015 · 1.9k
Things I've learned
Michael Kreitman Nov 2015
Never **** a girl with rats.
never last.
A girl who cares for rats.
Nov 2015 · 1.4k
Modern Refugee
Michael Kreitman Nov 2015
When I was a child, I was told the story of my Grandfathers mother she was a refugee from mother Russia.
He told me that we were no longer considered white that is a luxury.
And we have become subhuman in most places.
We were either locked behind iron walls to be kept in or out.

He told me how they sacked and burned our villages.
Then they proceeded to chase us on horseback, with swords pointed too the distant future.

She was led to the nearest boat, headed towards The Land Of Opportunity.

At the island she was locked away for Tuberculose and possibly Lice
When leaving she refused to put an X for her name for obvious reasons.
So she signed ****.

Years later I found out, she had opened a pawn shop down south.
In what now is the forth most segregated area in the states.
She sat outside with a shotgun in a rocking chair and windows barred.
when there King died.

Sadly, the last thing remembered by my Papa's mother including my family is a fist fight.
In Santa Barbra.
I saw the look of panic and pain on her despondent face.
At this point that look was a common occurrence in my day to day life.
Hence, the reason I wasn't allowed at the funeral.
I was locked away at another rehabilitation center.
For crimes I had of course never committed

Since then I have not laid any tulips or morning prayers.
Nov 2015 · 842
Running into old friends.
Michael Kreitman Nov 2015
I got sober over a year ago.
What god blessed me with is morals, honesty and a conscious.
When I was out, I hurt people and I enjoyed it.
It was something, I just had to do so you knew how big my rep was.
I was a caged animal and I wasn't even in cell anymore in my head at least.
Any challenge I met with violence.
I prayed most nights not to wake up.
I happened to have  a reminder this evening.
Tonight I picked up some food and sat at the bar.
Instead of salivating over sharp knives, semi automatics, a broken thumb and what I would do to certain fox news anchors.

First, I saw my old friend jack.
Before we reminisced I told him that, I'm allowed back in my mothers house.
And am home for the holidays especially thanksgiving.
I can hold a job instead of amassing monstrous amounts of credit card debt and fraudulent charges.
And my family tells me they love me.
Well he told me remember the good times, like trying to get hook up with someones girlfriend at a party.
while he was passed out.
 Saying anything that was needed to close the deal.
It just happened that night.
I was bamboozled
Also  I had the privilege of running into some *****-***** who had the gull to tell me.
You have the haircut of a ****.
Her words exactly.
So instead of keying some kind four letter feminine word into her car.
I fell down into the street divider and wouldn't get up till some acquaintances went out there and asked me if  I was alright.
"That of course, was all I most likely needed growing up" said so many counselors who loved to point out the fact that, well Michael you grew up in a broken home with a father who took his life right around the corner from you when you were just ten years old. The prime growing years of any young lad.

Then I spoke to an old college friend after that a noble of sorts C. Royal.
We spoke of past-times of unprotected *** with a so called girlfriends.
All of these women of course who I had cheated on and possibly fathered many children.
Now sober I'm following leads to see if they exist and planning to set up college funds.
If the maternal parent doesn't want me int there life.
Then later in life being the genius that I was cashing in so may bonds to celebrate my future sober life I began spending over 1500 at the tables.
OF course when I was banded from narcotics and ****** at the hotel room.
Whats the point of saving over 1200 in winnings.
Like any good addict I let it ride on black.

I just kept on running into old friends.
It was a hell of a night.
I then saw a french man of sorts and spoke to him last Mr. Marnier.
I told him for now at least  I don't regurgitate Thanksgiving dinners in front of friends families.
And my friends speak to me now.
After that I picked up the food and said goodbye.
I feel like life is based on truth. its like they say those who win the war write the history.
Nov 2015 · 276
Mirror Mirror
Michael Kreitman Nov 2015
When I look into a dark mirror and see black all I see is myself.
#mirror #revenge #hate #darkness #realism #forgive #black #hate
Oct 2015 · 3.6k
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
Michael Kreitman Oct 2015
The wolf, a predator and a monster.
Transforms himself into a monster every night, a red riding hood comes home.
A prettiest young girl unaware and nubile.
She walks into grandmas house.
Teeth, Fur,Fangs and Claws.
Grandma why are you so hairy.
Why are your teeth so big.
What large claws you have.
The Grandmothers rage awakens for a tasty young meal.
Take a nap young riding hood grandmother is cooking.
Snap crackle the door locks from the outside.
Another young love in my house.
I like to look at monsters and expose them for what they really are.
Oct 2015 · 598
Michael Kreitman Oct 2015
I remember my grandmother crying at her sons funeral.
When my father choose his way out.
I got one birthday check $100.
Mother was blamed for his death by his family.
Sister disappeared from my life soon after that.
Oct 2015 · 1.0k
Michael Kreitman Oct 2015
When I was a child I knew I had to be a monster.
I lived in my parents bed every night.
Due to the fact of : giant, **** brown, furry, four legged, daddy long legs,
creeping, with yellow eyes and two snarling teeth that chased me.
I ran with my tail between my legs.
I entered the bed.
The SHADOWS on my parents Faces.
Scared me to death.
Instead of Curling up and crying I hissed with my fangs.
I crossed my arms like Dracula.
Since then Silence of the Lambs, Tony and an obsession with Damher and BUndy.
Strange <*******> habits.
UNwanted bladder MaLfUNction.
Owning a VIDEO of actual
(Cannibalism) I've seen three# timesX.
Carpenter... Kraven. Romero and a few cases of assault.
Also SEVERAL rackets of attempted ****** 10 through 15.
THree mental hospitals.
And One incarceration.
Not every poems pretty and some bite.
Oct 2015 · 667
The death I want
Michael Kreitman Oct 2015
I smoke like cancer because I can.
Because I will not stop.
I enjoy it, my voice deepens like rougehage being swayed and stepped on. They will bury me.
Sep 2015 · 336
Crying for a Volkswagon
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I woke up this morning wanting to Die.
Not for any particular reason but because I could not weep.
The last time I cried.
Was in my car yesterday.
Sep 2015 · 1.3k
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I am tired of writing death poems,
yet i do when they're with me.
I used to walk down the ills when i was trying to lose weight and say thats CANCER.
When looking at sweets and salty snacks.
I would say do you not want to die Michael.
No I do not.
Sep 2015 · 428
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
The body heals the lier returns.
Sep 2015 · 399
Daily reprieve
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
When I woke up i asked myself will I be a pigeon or will I be a statue.
The statue looks up and sees an *******.
The pigeon looks down and sees a *******.
Make a choice
Sep 2015 · 320
Love poems
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
Love poems are easy to write, just fall in love.
Sep 2015 · 638
The Con
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I ain't seeing a thing, till I see the color of your money.
Sep 2015 · 2.2k
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I don't think i could ever date a Caucasian women with a black name.
Just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Sep 2015 · 20.2k
Wind Tunnel
Sep 2015 · 560
Life Lessons
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
My favorite Bright eyes cd.
My Cracked windshield
My bamboo plant
Broken Condoms
The evil dead Dvd
The money you owe me.
It's another tuition payment in the school of life.
Sep 2015 · 241
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I grew up with my god, the God of my childhood
Sep 2015 · 7.6k
Awkward pose
Sep 2015 · 600
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
One of the hottest tattoos I have ever seen on a women is her grandmothers numbers.
Sep 2015 · 1.2k
Recovery From you
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I'm in the mining business today.
I mind my own business.
Sep 2015 · 959
My favorite things:
Sep 2015 · 567
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
She has tiny hands, great for hand jobs.
It makes my bird in a basket look big.
I never got that *******, especially in Kenya.
Sep 2015 · 971
Paper Kuts
Sep 2015 · 2.7k
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
It's not from any source of ****** vibration,
It's about purity,
and excitement.
Held close by the one you love.
Telling them everything is going to be alright.
Lying with your eyes,
While showing them that nobel truth
of unaffected honesty,
Ill be with another women that afternoon.
These were all my relationships till october 18 2015
Sep 2015 · 649
ATM at 3:20 Am
Sep 2015 · 4.6k
Laughs for Twinkies
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
Ive been fat my entire life.
Things I've tried.
Eating disorders
Obsessive exercise
Not dieting
Throwing up
I'm less fat now
My ribs don't show
I wish they would though.
Ive been fighting an eating disorder since I was 16 years old. I was afraid of being weighted. I used to ***** to calm down not to lose weight. I lost weight with a diet of salad  olive oil Vinegar and bread rolls.
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I told him I liked wrestling
He told me it was fake
I Bloodied his nose
They rolled me off him.
The end.
I went to grade school with young skywalker.
Sep 2015 · 661
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
I need there to be more to me.
Something that I can find in the clubs that have those beautiful galilees dancing into the mornings dew.
Those joints that say 420 isn’t a number but a religion.  (DUDE)
That bottle of jack, which I carry around at party’s that won’t leave me hitting on all of you and busting bridges left and right.
Her big brown eyes interchangeable with bright blue smiles.
Those awkward moments in each shape and form that they take.
Those ideas inside a wrapper that tell me it would feel much better if I break every bit of it.
That epic moment where my toes curl up beside yours after we have spoken our eternal vowels for that chance that even then, we will be together after you take that money off of my dresser drawer.
That I can find that good girl out there to do all those bad things I like.
That dream beyond a dream, that some loving caring, sweet women, who does not remind me of my mother, can make me laugh and wears glasses will let me *** all over them.
That imaginary disposition that tells me yesses really means no.
So I can hate myself every time you want me to be inside of you.
Those hope that my expectations will so far exceed yours.
That the bottle of Xanax’s and no dose won’t run out before the night is done.
And we wake up cold and naked with windows beaming from the flashing occurrence that daylight isn’t our enemy it is our friend.
That my ****** hunger will be enough sometime once I throw those 12 steps into it.
The hope that one-day out there I will be enough not for you but for me.
That I don’t wait for it to be a good day if you text me or not.
That moment that I will be at peace for me, not because of you.
That it doesn’t seem important for me to make you smile, laugh or cringe at my jokes.
But I say them not to be funny or win you over but for me.
And me alone.
I want it to be that day soon but I don’t work for it.
I sit on my computer screen day after day morning from night looking for videos and pictures that remind me of you.
And muddle it down in my little pink notebook with a bland ink pen.
But when I look at you and say I’m enough.
Not you.
That is my dream and will be my awakening.
I hope for that sometimes after the shame and the guilt of each utter more despicable relapse, I replicate just to look into the mirror and say when is enough going to be enough.
When will I find my *** of gold at the end of each rainbow?
I write this not for you but for me so that I can free me and hope that I am less of a painful break up to each and every one of you.
So that I can dream skip, leave and shout.
I want that to be true so bad.
But not enough, to do anything about it.
YET. But soooonnn.
It got so bad I attempted suicide and overdosed. As i was dying i begged for morphine to get high faster and stop feeling the pain. I Pulled out the iv a few times. And begged my visitors for a panda bear. All because she didn't love me anymore and was getting married.

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