Poems
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The Day I Could
Have Used a Friend
It was today, the day I could have used a friend A day alone, amongst a crowded empty sky Black and void, like the nothing that I felt Staring out into the night so careless Alone It was the last day, which I could have used a friend Careless words sent straight to parts still hurting Left unaided to sift through my piercing thoughts Once more, but never again It ends That was the day, the day a friend could have saved Reached out and cared, reached out and held Bound up the heart that cried for relief Yes, that was the night that never came Too late… Written by Micah T. English (December 3 2013) |
Prodigal Son
Once was found but now I am lost I’ve forgotten what my soul has cost Selfish, greedy, and prideful to the end Little left in me for God to defend. I forsook God for what I thought was love Never once claiming to see a dove “One life with her, greater than eternity without” Little did I know we wouldn’t even be devout Cheating on each other in mind and deed It’s funny how I once thought I had been freed The straw that finally broke the camel’s back She killed our unborn baby; that is a fact So cheat on her I did and cheat on her I must For God knows there’s not enough women to fulfill my lust So I found a new whore and I married her too God you know that you and I are through Cause I lust and I drink and I fight and I cuss If I died I know no one would put up a fuss So if you are really there I really need you to know This time I really am at an all-time low Can I be forgiven or could I possibly find peace Or will someday my life just suddenly cease Because I am tired and cold and I don’t really know why When I am alone at night I just sit down and cry Will somebody help me or save me inside God you see you are my only confide What should I do and what should I say To just make my life, my heart, my soul, okay? Micah T. English (March 10 2014) |
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J.Y.W.A.L.I.F.
You know you should say something, but you don’t… On the phone with another, you can tell… Under the fear of isolation, you speak not a sound… Remembering how you are, the same smut… Wondering if you can ever trust, knowing that you won’t… In the truth of past deeds recall, it was eloquent how you fell… Falling into lust once while married, trust is nothing that you found… Empty soul filled to the bottom, you feel nothing with your slut… Smile while you can you cur, for this life is all you’ll have with her… Always you shall live in fear; always shall you drown in beer… With a wife twas once the cheater, who’s to say she’s not a repeater…? Honor and chastity things of naught, forgetting all that once was taught… Once more you open eyes, only to fill them once again with lies… Remember, you have no one to blame but yourself… Everyday, living in fear of once again being with oneself… Micah T. English (March 9 2014) |
Jesus’s
Own
The sickle thrust in The shoulder against the wheel The long deserved rest Satan’s Property Flaxen thrills your neck It slowly becomes strong cord You belong to him Eat, Drink, and be Merry “Noah’s paranoid” And then the rains proved him right While damned drown in Hell Haiku’s by Micah T. English (March 9 2014) |
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A Little of Nothing
A little of nothing, that came ever the late, Empty and heartless, then you go over the top. “Do you feel comfortable”? Whispers fate, As she tightens the flaxen; crack then pop. Do you know what that sound is? Pinch in your back, don’t flinch it’s the knife, False as they come, check your pulse [you’re] Done… “How will people remember you”? that’s your life, Lie to yourself; no one will miss you once you’re gone. Do you know what that sound is? It makes you feel good, living life so bust, Believing you’re the stuff, right up to your fall… “How does your casket feel”? as you turn to dust, The one thing I own; I will outlive you all. Do you know what that sound is? A little of nothing. Micah T. English (January 2014) |
The Wounded Bear
The bear, rears with the impact of the bullet Spins around, and tears out one of the men’s gullet. This day nor any previous did it hunger for man’s blood, This day, as it stood over the man, face down in the mud. I do not wish to inflict anymore pain. What I ask, do we have to gain? Let me therefor go back to my cave, And remember little man that I forgave… The little men, roaring with the fire of pride, Rose up, and followed the bear inside. This day was no different for them than any other. Except on this day, they became a bear’s fodder. On that day of blood, many little men did die, And beside them the wounded bear did also lie… Who then I ask is better; the wounded bear who tried? Or all the little men, who died in their pride? Micah T. English (February 2014) |
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Perfect Porcelain
Your porcelain like skin, perfect skin Your skin, against my skin Your curves, against my curves I fill you, completely so To the bottom of your bowel, I flow I hold you so tight, my hands on your base I don’t want to ever let you go, but I must I’ve given you all I have to give Nothing more, nothing left So I must say adieu, as you flush Adieu my love, until on midnights call When I come once more, to fill your soul Micah T English (November 2013) |
Time Winding Down
The QB back in the shot gun spitting out calls and numbers at the line. When he screams hike, the explosion begins. People are screaming in pain as they are twisted in half. The QB quickly takes steps back, avoiding a sack. Looking into the red zone, the QB lines up. He throws a bullet in the general direction. The crowd now on their feet, screaming. As the ball leaves his fingers, he is close lined by a defensive lineman. The ball flys high, right into the hands. The receiver catches the ball and runs. He runs for all he is worth. Micah T English (2000) |
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Dreamcast
The glorious shiny white of my Dreamcast. My fingers fly like eagles, as my victims get shown no mercy. Their puny skills stand no match for mine. When one plays one such as I, they look like fools, AKA follies. When they lose, they do the little dance of rage, running around the room hitting everything. Of course I just sit there smiling and laughing. For I am doing what I do best. Micah T English (2000) |
Eight Stitches
I got mad at my little sister. I ran outside. She locked me out. I got her cat and threatened its life. She then opened the door a crack. I ran for my opening only to have her shut the door and my arm went through the window. Eight stitches. Micah T English (2000) |
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Fight
When I was in kindergarten, I fought. With a kid named Drew out back, on my trampoline, over a girl It was stupid I know this now, but then it was matter of pride The fight was over before it began, as one of my punches landed hard. Blood went flying, along with his tooth. The fight was over I had won. Now I had to deal with mom, a battle not won. Micah T English (2000) |
Torn Apart
I feel like you're still here. But I know you're gone. We will meet again, I promise. Somewhere else, away. Where I will tell you of me. And for once you will truely see. The reason why we are here; To learn from, love and cherish The ones who will someday be gone. Micah T English (April 2000) |
A Chiasmus written by Micah T English (2012)
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My Happy V-Day Woke up this morning to a wondrous thought, A light in my face, a smile on my heart. It had nor to do with items, wanted to bought. But rather of knowing we shall ne’er be apart. What a wondrous day, thought I to myself, Took the rest of my troubles an’ put them away. Fear, pain and loneliness; forever forgotten on a shelf. If you with me, forever stay. The love I need to live my life, The peace I found to sleep each night, All from one, flawless one, my perfect wife… Oh if only you could see, what I see, such a breathtaking sight! Thank you my sweet, for being to me, The most innocent of persons, and that's not hard to say. For you're everything, everything I wish to be. Thank you my love, for my happy V-Day! Written by: Micah T English (February 2012) |
How Infinite His Love Bruised black, and blue now, That the blows have come home. Silly simple smiles are how, She keeps from feeling all alone. Funny feeling so free here, Surrounded by all your dreams. Down drowning in darkening fear, Waking to your screams. You only have half your heart to lose, After everything that’s been taken. Life or death, you don’t know which to choose, Remember my child, you are never forsaken. Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden. Come unto me, and I will give you rest. A blason written by: Micah T English (2009) |
