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Michael Mitchell Jan 2016
Chorus:
Maybe it’s the first time, maybe it’s the last time today
I want to be dreaming, but I am foreseeing my fate

My heart’s beating loudly, what are you gonna say
My love for you is astounding, I hope its not too late

Solo:**
Yesterday has happened.
And Tomorrow will soon begin
My heart’s burning like ashes
I hope we will meet again

Time is ticking onward
I think Im gonna die
Im feeling like a coward
I hope you’ll see the sign


(CHORUS)

I mumble the first words
And she gets to say the last
It seems like the act is absurd
I want it put to the past

Breathing my every second
My hope feels like its gone
I wonder if I can get the ticket
So our love train can spawn

(CHORUS)

Can you hear my shouts
Don’t put it in the past
Our love is stronger
And it will outlast

Try to hear my calling
And stick it in your heart
Just please stop stalling
I wanna brand new start

(CHORUS)

4, 3,2, and at the count to 1
I am still able to sing this song
It should go right, I cant be wrong
It will work out, I just gotta stay strong!
Hello my felllow poets! I have not been on here for a while due to living life as a double science major in college. However, I just got some inspiration to write this song! Enjoy! :D M&M
Michael Mitchell Mar 2014
Probability
Flipping a heads or a tails
Is the key to Stats
I quickly wrote this mediocre haiku to help my friend with an extra-credit assignment for his stats class! :) I never realized how statistics plays such an unrecognized role in our lives! :D
-M&M
Michael Mitchell Jun 2013
A green, lowly worm
Doomed by sluggish motion
Longs for a new term
Fights for a promotion

Crawling to the nearest leaf
The climb up the vine was arduous
Survival, a lone belief
Learning the “way of life” seemed strenuous

Instinct, its automatic action
The worm falls to sleep in the moonlight
Unaware of its splendid reaction
When it woke, surprised by the brilliant sight

Blessed, beautiful wings
Land feels no more of a limitation
Bountiful flowers blossom where it sings
The butterfly now glides with boundless sensation
Sorry that I haven't posted in like an eternity. Graduation, summer, and a new job have delayed my passion for a while....but it is great to be back!
-M&M
Michael Mitchell May 2013
Riding boots, helmet, and garments of leather
All equipped to meet a safety need
Jump on and shout, “never say never!”
You embark with your loyal steed

You and your soul mate take a lofty stroll
Before charging at the speed of light!
So that you can minimize the harmful toll
And continue to glide across like a kite

Hurdles and other similar props
Can easily be defeated by the soaring jump
With riding tricks grasped, your horse could never stop
Until there is no more power left in its energy pump

Falling off sometimes seems inevitable
Especially when your horse sees the tasty blue
Your bond rhythm needs to be sustainable
So that your horse can follow on cue

Rider and horse share a deep connection
With the two in sync, you will win the next riding election
This is a poem for a friend of mine for her birthday!
-M&M
Michael Mitchell May 2013
The only job in sight
Is the mining task
It’s time to dive into the eternal night
Wearing an exotic mask

Surrounded by the earthy walls of uniformity
With a pickaxe in hand, I start the dig
The barren days have drowned me in pity
Hopefully I will find a gem worth BIG

I am not the only one in this mining tunnel
Thousands of other miners try to strike gold
I feel stuck in the bottom of a funnel
The only miners that can prosper are the lucky and the bold

In utter desperation
I grate the rough soil
Using new strategies to alleviate the frustration
I pray for a fortuitous end to this fruitless toil

With exclamation of sudden cheers!!
Some of the workers now start the upward climb
Many of the tarred workers break down in tears
Which day marks salvation this time?
This entire poem is actually a conceit about the endless process in writing scholarship essays..:D
-M&M
Michael Mitchell May 2013
A little trickster called Jack
Always prepared to condescend on what others lack
upon sprouting out like a clash of thunder
The body of the scoundrel split asunder
Now the victims intimidate what remains of Jack
When I was pondering what the theme shall be for a limerick, the thought of "Jack in the box" suddenly popped in my head.
-M&M
Michael Mitchell May 2013
Salted waves unrhymed
Endless possibilities
Rough edges rounded
This poem was actually written in a short 5 minutes as part of an assignment from my school's poetry club. The random topic of "the Ocean" seemed a bit broad and expansive at first. But this mini writing project was actually pretty exciting!:)
-M&M
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