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Look at stars,
They are so far
I catch a shooting star
to burn fire
in my heart.

I know what I want
In me, someone
tryna be number 1 #
be the only one
great as the sun.
I know it's so hard
a pillar wish to fly,
the wind wants to find
where it belongs.
Nothing will be wrong
to follow what we love
And I'll be strong
to reach the light.
I haven't written a poem for long time
in life there're a lot of things to carry and I was kinda confused.
 Oct 2020 Eric Michael
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Getting old
 Oct 2020 Eric Michael
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The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
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Two wrongs don't make a right
Hurting people doesn't help
Makes the problem worse
Trying to justify the action
Cheating is never right
Choices were made over insecurity
Talking about working it out
Actions are not matching what's said
Claiming love things changed
While lusting with others
The double standards no sympathy
No remorse for this conduct
A failed relationship beyond repair
A couple in denial because of history
Too scared to start over settled
Try something new set in their ways
Bad habits accepted fear of change
burnt skins smells like
ashes from the chimney
during winter and the
toaster oven sighs.
so do i. my bagel is crisp,
maybe even posionious,
but i eat it anyway. like i always
do. second degree burns never
kept me from the next day.
callouses and bruises thread up
the calves of your legs. you pretend
it's not there but i know. my boyfriend
likes to come home past ten. but i know
he is always late, always exaggerating
the circumstances we like to live within,
and somehow we can never pierce it,
like artificial skin.
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Feeling the music for emotions
Taken away by the sweet sounds
Memories moments remembered
Taken away able to write about it
That's song during a first kiss
A slow dance full of romance
With that special someone
That song that gets you pumped
For a work out gets you through it
Helps during a tough time
Everyone will be okay
Everything will be alright
Another day to get it done
Somedays have some fun
Not stress worry or care
Be careless with no regret
Dream big without doubt
Always pretending it's real
Anxious for it all to come true
Haven't give up still striving
Working behind the scenes
Finding peace within it all
sticky and sweet
synthetic acai
slips off my tongue.
driving home in
oblivion,
but always ready for bed.
thank you for being my
favorite friend.
peach fuzz,
moss fuzz,
what is the
difference?
frosted flakes,
my back aches,
i feel like a broken
fence. tight muscles,
white knuckles,
i smell a cigarette.

when the ocean reaches
the sky, we're dreaming
of a different life. when
no one wants to die,
we're innocent and alive.
stop for a second,
breath it all in.
all we are is flesh and blood.

— The End —