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Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Gravity

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Tallulah

Gravity

Wake up to me wrapped
around you like wool.
Keep me trapped
in the gravity of your pull.

I want you to want me
like the waves long for shore.
I need you to need me
down to the lava of your core

There's a distance
in the closeness of our embrace.
When you lean in to kiss me
all I feel is the space.

I want to want you
like the waves long for shore.
I need to still need you
down to the lava of my core.

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Broken yet holding on.

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Kaylaree Garcia

Broken yet holding on.

Living life wondering, do I matter? Did he actually care? The time the effort the love the patience the stress the heartache the pain. All for you and still nothing. Nothing, nothing at all. Not once but twice and I've been nothing but nice. Lying there broken, like a broken vase waiting patiently to be put back together. But afraid to be broken once again.

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Untitled

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Marnelli Abian

Untitled

I fell in love to the cosmic chaos you stir inside me.
Like colliding planets and falling stars.

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Untitled (1)

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Cecelia

Untitled (1)

Guess what? I wanna die, not all the time, but every night.
I love to soar through nature's door, but when society kicks in, I don't anymore

No one can see behind one part of me, and it's sad to say,
Part of me wants it that way
But there's another side, that wants to strive,
Out from the hole
its been it's whole life

And if you're too blind to see, I guess it's all on me.
I'm done trying to show
I just thought you ought to know

But now I'm done, I'll just sail away
And just go back to the struggle of each day.

Don't feel bad, it is what it is,
I was just the girl who fell
into it.

-cc

random depressing poem based off of real feelings.
3/17/14 < when it was written.
...Anyone wanna help name it btw?

-cc

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Coping

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

aphrodite

Coping

You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                                You spit about it.
                                                                     You write about it.
                                                                       You cry about it.

                                                                        But you won't talk about it.

                                                             You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.

What is your "it"?
I've bolded what I find to be healthier alternatives for coping, opposed to the common and harmful ways of coping that are italicized.
This poem is very personal & I hope you learn to cope the best way you can.
**

#apx

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

One Inch Tall

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Shel Silverstein

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

She Waits

Mar 2014 Michael Kenneth Christian

Someone

She Waits

Where has the music gone? I don’t know.
We've lost our Lithium, especially our Spirit.
Even Little Miss Strange has left our presence.
Where has the music gone? Could we possibly have some In Bloom?
Where has the music gone? It’s so hard to Imagine that she’s just disappeared.
It’s all just been a huge confusing Purple Haze since she’s left.
Where has the music gone? I think it’s becoming clearer.
So we light our candles and press on... For them, we press on.
Where has the music gone? She’s still here, she never left.
She just needs some new motivation.
Be the reason, make art.
No perfection, just feeling.
All Along The Watch Tower, the music is hidden.
Trapped in a Heart Shaped Box, waiting for release.
With A Little Help From My Friends, music will be a Blackbird to the World.
We just need to Come Together, and Breed passion.
Where has the music gone?
She’s right here.

This is about musicians gone before their time. I've incorporated song titles in my words. Enjoy.