Mike's Poems
This is a collection of poems written by my friend Mike. I think he's a really good poet, and in fact he's the one who got me into poetry. Um... well anyways, here are his poems for your enjoyment. :-)
P.S: Most, if not all of the summaries were written by Mike as well.
Astray-Devoid of Compassion
I wrote this during the crisis in Kosovo, after reading a letter in a local paper, which implied that we should not be "wasting" our American soldiers in a foreign country, on foreign affairs. It became apparent to me, at that point, that some people were quite simply completely devoid of compassion. It's sad, really...
Better-Hating Myself For Hating Another
Wrote this one when I finally came to the realization that I, too, was capable of jealousy
Invisible-The Silent Love
Written more as a song than a poem, actually.
Lost-Ode to A Friend
For a friend.
Mr.Perfect-Perfect I Am Not
Someone once called me "too good." This is basically my retort.
Nausea-Sick of It All
Nothing-My Realization
Obscured-Just One of Those Days...
I was just in a poetic mood during math class one day. It was one of those days where (as implicated) everyone seems kinda moody, depressed, but for no obvious reason. Just an odd observation...
Odium-Jealousy
I wrote this the first time I thought I was in love. Which turned out to be not the case.
Platonic-Alone Forever
I gathered inspiration for this one, oddly enough, while browsing through an issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. Not directly, I suppose... Here I am, talking with some female friends of mine, and I hear them talking about the relationship tips, sex tips, all that trashy Cosmo garbage -- but when I thought about it, I realized I didn't know the first thing about relationships.It's titled "Platonic" because I'm essentially everybody's platonic friend.
Reckless-Road RageThis one I wrote, I think, after a defensive driving course, after I heard about all the stupid fuck-ups who end up killing people for the most assanine reasons.
Shackles-Locked Down
Another one about my inability to be social on a certain level.
Shallow-Superstars
This came from the many times that I hear people fawning over so-and-so superstar on TV or on whatever trendy magazine they happen to be reading.It's not so much that I believe that that people are "saving themselves" for the person of their dreams, but I find it more than a little disheartening.
Shapeshifter-Ode to Posers
I wrote this in response to my friend (I use the term lightly, here) who I ended up all-but-hating by the end of senior year of high school. I'm not sure if this came from being jealous of his popularity,or if what I'm saying here is what I actually believe or not. Maybe a smattering of both. Sadly, there are far too many like him...
Thank God-Be Your Own Person
One of the longer poems I've written. I wrote it on a really boring day... it was an idea that had been floating around in my head for a long time. Now, I get the feeling that alot of people are probably not going to get the right message from this poem, because of the way I phrase some things (i.e. "Fuck God") -- but please approach this with an open mind. What I intended to do is not to attack Christians or their faith. Or any other faith for that matter... My intentions are simply to point out how some people (of many different faiths) rely entirely too much on God, and put all their faith in him, rather than in themselves. Rather than try to help people, or themselves, they simply pray to God and hope that things get all better. It's kinda sad... thus, my purpose here is to try to make people think and act for themselves, and not think and act on what their preacher tells them to. Also, I touched upon the thought that people too often confuse religion with morality -- it's quite ridiculous. Morality can exist, and does, without God, just as God can exist without morality.
The Game-Everyone Plays
*This is one of my personal faves :-)* Wrote this one based on another idea I just had off the top of my head. The Game is, if you couldn't figure it out, a metaphor for life... and more specifically, the "game" that we all play in trying to find that elusive thing called love. Everyone has their own way of playing, everyone has their own "goal," but everyone's is different - more often then not, people end up losing this endless game... but no one (well, there are exceptions to every rule) stops playing.
The Virus-A Metaphoric View of Ignorance
My first real poem, it's been through constant revisions. The idea of interpereting ignorance as a virus just sort of popped into my head one day, and I decided to express it in poetry form. It's a little shaky, but I think it's a good poem.
Two Moons-Where do I Belong?
This one is all about feeling out of place. I came to college for a new beginning and all that, and at first I thought I'd found one. Yeah, right. I'll admit, I've changed for the better, but there's still so much in my life that makes no sense and I can't understand.
Ironic that I finished this poem on the second day of the second month of the year. Too bad it wasn't 2002. That'd be really ironic, eh? Anyway. Also, I finished half of this poem at home, and half at college. How fitting.
Vice-My Own Personal Little Cell
Wane-Farewell Love Poem
Absolutely my most personal, cherished poem. I love this poem, and it brings back so many memories, every time... Sadly, more bad than good.
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