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Mikey Pooler Apr 2016
Somewhere in between
what I want - what I need

Somewhere in between
should I stay -should I leave

Somewhere in between
to pray - dust off my knees

Some who care are in between
committing crimes - pursuing  dreams

Somewhere out there I'd like to believe
that life's somewhat fair but-

Some reach out for love and-
catch nothing but air

I guess my kindness is a kind of genius
that's -

Somewhat rare.

I lust to meet other like minded souls -
They must be out there

Somewhere
-Mikey Pooler the Poet
Diba Apr 2016
The way it all stops.
Late night conversations and ‘I love you’s’ then you tell me you’re done, and months later ask me why i ever pushed you away, so i don’t. My friends ask where you went and what happened and all i can think is “I wish i knew” It was always yours against mine, always.
Until you decided to leave.
Pretending everything is fine, it is, to everyone else.
You just want them to tell you that you meant nothing to them, as if that’ll make you move on.
You think it will. Does the past ever really stay here?
How his eyes always felt like home, but you realize homes are always temporary when he leaves you.
Nights you just want to scream 'YOU STOPPED TRYING. WHY DID YOU STOP TRYING’ you built walls around yourself so thick you so you could finally move on but they always seem to slip through the cracks.
He packed his bags but left all the memories he had with you, and you realize that the trick is to find someone who doesn’t own a suitcase.
The pounding in your chest when he slams the door on your heart and you shut your eyes, this is all a dream, this is all a dream.
One second
Two
Three
Four
Why isn’t he back yet?
Five
Six
Did i lose him forever? OH GOD THIS IS NOT A DREAM COME BACK and you sit on the bathroom floor screaming with your heart in your hands. You didn’t want him to say sorry just please don’t leave please don’t leave please don’t leave.
Seven
Eight
Nine
This is whatever it is, i guess. It’s so cold without you. My heart still hurts. Baby i miss you, it’s so cold.
Ten
This is it, i love you
Schreighft Apr 2016
He's the house that could protect her

but he didn't know

that she's the wrecking ball that will destroy him
Don't plagiarize it.
Mikey Pooler Mar 2016
Every so often I fade
deep in my thoughts and
get lost in the days

A land before
clocks would invade

The beauty of time
was then slayed

For a minute it seems
as if mankind got
lost in our ways

But I'm not afraid.

To be a leader

To be remembered
by the readers

So dearest cosmos,

"I must know when my time is."

As my generations finest

Wordsmith
who with
a thousand words

paints an image
vivid enough
to cure blindness

brushed with
these thoughts
I let linger

To all these strangers
but see

That's the danger.

For I feel as if
they know me better
than I know myself

These voices surely can't be
right for my health

For my ears they bleed
as they scream

"Don't give them too much you."

"But what else am I to do?
To get my message through?"

"Don't let them take control."

"What if they have?
How am I to know?"

"Please if there's one thing you do.."

"Honestly what do I have to lose?"

"Don't you dare lose your soul."

Its all physics
so please put your ego
aside

For if it were to collide

With your soul
there'd be no
standing point

for your demons to hide.

Its been one hell of a ride,

As the cosmos I must
let it be known
I've heard your

Deepest of cries.

So when you ask me
when will it
be your time?

I say to you my child
*December 13th
the day the genius did rise.
Inspired by January 28th by j. Cole

4th piece off of "The R.A.P project"
Mikey Pooler Mar 2016
Life is but a game of
****
marry
****

I chose to **** the world
for how
the worlds
made me feel

All that proceeds to hold me back
from being one who
succeed's
what I'll ****

A smile cracks
as it trots
by in
a hearse

As I stand at the alter
to marry the stars
which helped me
through my worst

Each galaxy I've seen
in loves eyes
embedded
throughout the universe
-M.P.P
Mikey Pooler Mar 2016
Scared is my lone feeling,
scared of my own
immaturity.

Scared of my own ceiling,
scared I'll die of
uncertainty.

Stared at my own image,
scared of my grown
insecurities.

Glared at my told limits,
dared to be stopped by
adversity.

It's clear
who bestowed this
hex on me.

I bleed
clear, that's
anxiety.

I fear
for what's
inside of me.

I can
no longer hide it
quietly.

So just
don't forget
about me.

For
even when I
doubt you.

Know I do now,
I'm no good
without you.

No,

no.

The temperature's
dropping.

The predator's
camouflaging.

He doesn't think that I can,
see but
I feel him watching.

As I'm shaking hands with
the dark parts of my thoughts,
woah.

They sense body heat yet
with that shake I might as well be,
ghost.

Now see sometimes
to stay alive you have to
**** the warmth up in your,
soul.

They're gnawing on
the mystic,
clawing up
the magician.

Repeating simple phrases,

"One day at a time."

As someone holy insisted.

I want the markings left on my skin,

to mean something again.

Please don't leave without me.

I know how fast doubt be.

Don't forget about me,

For even if I doubt you.

I can't leave without you.
-M.P.P

another piece off my upcoming book The R.A.P Project
Mikey Pooler Mar 2016
This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning,

to sunder the fear of a mind where it crashes as if thunder.

To she who, believes a revolution is near and sees love as but rising.

To she who, bearing an open mind lets passion burn,

writing from the ashes of wonder.

"Never put yourself in a box.

For our veins are like the veins of a leaf,

the rings in our necks are that of the rings of a tree."

"Sometimes we need to separate ourselves from the world to create the art that sustains it."

You separated me from doubts when the pain hit,

I seperated myself from the world now I wish to change it.

So no matter how big both of our names get, hopeful I am we both make it.

This is a dedicated poem to she who, speaks words like lightning.

Written by, one who sees his dreams a little less frightening.
Dedicated to Ava
Jason ONeill Feb 2016
I hope his love lives up to your standards, because my could not, and I wish you nothing but happiness
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
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
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