Biography of Keith Michael
history/political science major, my poems are rather different and odd so i appreciate any feedback, positive or negative. the good always comes with the bad so i am able to handle honesty on your part. thank you
Keith Michael's Works:
none as of yet, details of how to go about this are appreciated
Keith Michael Poems
Nypd, pugs, and donuts
My dearest bird, you visit me every morning and make my day glow. i watch you flit around and take your feed, with no sense of time or day. your greens wings move faster than i can follow keeping you up, stationary whilst you take from my feeder. you are one guest i do not mind having. you come and go and are the only thing i can count on as a positive in my life, the only constant. its sad to say, but if you ever left i would be crushed. our daily visits help me forget my past, and bring back memories of my childhood memories, the ones that i wish to relive and hold dear. until its my time, that i leave our friendship first. i hope.
And Aren't Saw
can't you breathe from the bottom of the ocean the bird asked me, from over one of the currents. i held on to the vine at the bottom not wanting to let go, i just shook my head and held my breath. he saw the stubbornness from all the way up there, and flew off, presumably into his home. our homes aren't that much different, they are..
Lay, Make, Night
a dark winter night, leads to my discontent. only so much snow can fall, only so many times can my legs tremble before i lose my composure, holding my tongue was never a part of this. With the brisk wind in the morning, hopefully a new light pours in, making it easier to wake up and start again. a poetry that words can't describe but simple enough that you know i mean you. come easy to me, lay in my arms, and make this night whole.
None I've Felt Before
We fell into the bush and have never laughed so loud. these last few hours have been magical, and it seems as if we've known each other forever. but against all that feels right, we will be saying goodbye in a matter of hours. all of the things we've done, from the morning rush under the quilted sheets, to our nightly indiscretions that would make the oldest of people blush. it was a time like none I've felt before, one that we will each hold on to, and make our fondest memories.
Lilac Sun, Dandelion Curvature
the storm was blowing harshly in the lit dessert morning and we could see it rolling over the plains. but at the same time i could not get away from your scent. standing next to me, the sweet smell of lilac and the sight of dandelions as far as you can see.
Never Scene, Picture This
When i look into your eyes, i don't see my reflection anymore, i don't see the key where i locked my heart, it has been opened and let out into the world, free as the night stars, to travel where it may. And i miss this, this feeling, you, your feeling. the spot marked where we sat the first time doesn't have the same impression, the grass isn't as green. sparks don't fly when you speak my name. It doesn't roll off your tongue with a smile, and my knees no longer go weak on a summer day when your scent comes across me.
Sit, Wait Moon
tonight i will sit and wait for you, i will watch the stars and recite the songs we used to sing. lay in the grass, and pretend that your coming around the corner for me, in that radiant white dress, just how we always imagined. and you look more beautiful even after all the days, months, years ago we had met. hand in hand, down the beach, and i swing you up and around and into my arms, and its perfection.
when you write what comes to your head, its normally nothing good, but if you write what you feel in your heart, it can be the most rewarding.
light up the sky and we ride to the sunset, get an upclose look at the beauty first hand, hold it and imagine yourself in my constant company. building buildings to tear them down and reconcile our first wishes. empires were born under us, and we ruled, our rules written for history to patch our work together, piece by piece, to complete the puzzle of our lives together.
Equal Opportunity A**Hole
can you stay, just for tonight, with me and my bed. i am not safe, they're out to get me and want to take my night. there comes a ticking every so often, that prevents me from sleeping. all i ask is that you go see what it is, it would make me feel more comfortable dear.
But Love, My Love
when we are broken why can't we fix it, I've tried all of the tools and read all of the directions. and nothing seems to work my dear. give me a hand with this and maybe both of us can complete it together. have i told you what beautiful eyes you have. and the face you make when you sleep gives me strength to sit up and smile in the morning. being empty isn't just when your not here, its when i don't hear your voice.
Earth On Your Left
my love for you, well, its come and gone. the sea has dried up, the animals have all left, and i have flown south with the birds for the winter. the trees don't whisper your name to me anymore, and i don't see your name written on every wall when i wake up. The sun doesn't shine through and i don't see your shadow on the hardwood floor.
your lips were as wet as the ocean, your eyes the gleaming of the sun rising off of it. when i touched the bottom of the sea, that was my heart melting after setting eyes upon you. i saw your arm reach out for me, to bring me back to life. you are my life raft, a saving grace. the first thing i saw was your beautiful smile, as white as the foam