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Mikey Pooler Feb 2016
Have you ever loved someone so much
                                you feel your heart more?

Not an expression, no literally they make
                                                  your heart sore.

When you know they're your heart

and you are their armor.

But what happens when karma
                  turns right around and bites you.

So the one you most adore then turns on
                                                you to spite you.

"Spoke as if my armor now it seems as if
                    you forgot what it is inside you."

Your smile was the thought, the only one
                                               I'd sleep tight too.

Many moons have since passed yet I still
      struggle to sleep a whole night through.

I keep on having this dream.

Why do I keep dreaming this dream?

Where there's a sun gleamin', birds singin'

It's spring and, to my side lays a queen and,

I smile as I go to kiss her, tell her I miss her

She goes "baby I'm so warm your eyes
                might be stars is what I'm thinkin'.

Next thing I know it's just me standing in
                                                           the mirror.

These ******* walls must be talking cause
                                         **** I can hear em.

They're saying don't you dare take for
               granted what you've lived through.

You got one more chance so **** it you
                                                                ­      fight.

For all that pain endured better not be
                                                         for nothing!

Now go out there before it's too late and
show even pain can be good for something!

I walk out to 20,000 people cheering out
                                                           their seats.

Throwing roses at my feet, it's oh so loud!

When I open my mouth a hush falls over
                                                            ­the crowd.

Like wow, this is what being an artist is all
                                                             ­       about.

"Remember when you spoke as if you were
                                                           my armor?

What beauty, for what has become of you
                                           the perfect martyr."

"Here comes a poem of my heart, before
       I depart. Let my words be your armor."

Just know that,

When I'm gone just carry on, don't mourn,
rejoice every time you read my words feel
                                                            ­  my voice.

And just know that,

I'm not underground, you'll see when the
     suns around, me looking down... Smilin'.

So just feel my voice whenever you're
feeling pain, and know that I feel the same.

                                               *And smile back
Mikey the Poet. Second entry in my R.A.P Project where I take my favorite hip hop songs and interpret them in orignal poetry.

This is when im gone by eminem
Mikey Pooler Feb 2016
Gloomy on sunny days
Shadows not a house or tree
Looming through every phrase
These shadows stick very close to me

Hell as far as the eye can see
Hell as dark as an ocean's deep
Hell as my new reality
Hell as a sacrilegious promise I
Couldn't keep

"Promises man I promised"
                                      I offer my soul for you
                                                         to harvest

"Promises man I promised"
                              Allow my words to become
                                                   your harness

"Promises man I promised"
                                 Crossed my heart but lets
                                                          b­e honest

"Promises man I promised"
                               Then let you plunge to the
                                         depths of darkness

"Promises man I promised"
                    Then these shadows crept inside
                                                   my conscious

"Promises man I promised"
                  It's hard to feel love when feeling
                                                oh so heartless

"Promises man I promised"
                Your love sang I wouldn't dare ****
                                                       the harpist

"Promises man I PROMISE"
         My words will sing love back this time
                                                       *as an artist
First piece of my new project "The R.A.P Project" rhythm and poetry. Where I dig deep into my favorite hip-hop songs and write a poem. This ones inspired by Sacrilegious - Schoolboy Q

Mikey the Poet
Mikey Pooler Feb 2016
What is Talent? What is ambition? What is love?

What is a gift bestowed from the depths of the universe,

an unteachable knack naturally nurtured since birth

without ambition?

What is the point of draining all your soul
your shortage of time
all of your might
to a gift if it

doesn't make your mind a better place to live in?

What is talent in the absence of ambition but the worst.

But talent and ambition in the absence of love is but a curse.

For what is anything without happiness?

Talent + ambition + love = success
Mikey the Poet
Mikey Pooler Feb 2016
I'm not suppose to be here, yet I breathe on.

I cheated death many times, coincidence it must be beyond.

If I detailed my life, how would I be described?

A house isn't a home with a broken family inside.

his smile subsides his favorite mask to hide behind.

A mask isn't a face just a cover with a broken genius inside.

I go for my morning walk                              

                                        hail's pelting my skin

It's time for my morning talk                            

                                     hell's melting within

I can't                                                                      

                       I can't keep acting like I'm fine

I can't                                                                        

                    I can't save my mind this time
I'm not suppose to be here but I am. So there must be a reason, I learned that. Then ran.

Mikey Pooler the Poet
  Feb 2016 Mikey Pooler
theinvincible
2 am is for the poets who
can't sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who's not there.

For the alcoholics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget someone who left.

2 am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other's arms.

It is for the lonely, the ones
who are inlove with the
loved but are not loved in
return.
Hello to all 2 am people out there!
  Feb 2016 Mikey Pooler
KnowLove
I felt your stare... stripping my soul.
Body tensing.... Heart rate out of control.
Lungs burning.

You spoke a word... I heard a song.
Mind bending... I accept I was wrong.
Blood burning.

We brushed hands... and evey cell awoke.
Body buzzing... Must relax, before I choke.
Heart burning.

Conclusion: Your Love is Fire,
and its these Flames of Love,
that I am consumed by.
They purify me.
For the Sunflower.
Mikey Pooler Feb 2016
"The only true wealth lies within love..."

  They say

Love is as it leaves me,

                                                               Unstable

Some days I'm rich                                              

                                         sometimes I'm broke

Somedays I spend too much                              

                                          on the wrong people        

Sometimes I even spend all my                        

                                                                  *Hope
Mikey Pooler the Poet
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