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
National Socialist Reform Party
why is war something where we all have to get involved, whoever starts it and declares it, should fight it. send in the politicians and their sons, their wives, and then see how fast they are to sign a treaty. but once you send me off to war, you have more leeway to fight. you won't worry about how my parents feel, about how they'll be so heartbroken when they get that officer at their door with a letter that holds the inevitable.
The Birds And The Bees
i have spent my time writing about the birds and the bees, the flowers and trees, and natures tall majestic backgrounds throughout time. skies with such depth that they make the oceans seem shallow. waves curl at a rate that we just want to sit in the sand and watch, keep this moment between us forever. nothing can move us from that beach, while the trees sway and sand comes rising up, wet from the shallow water..the breeze blows the hair from our face so we can see the sun set on the most picturesque horizon.
Memories & Coffee
Mailbox, Fire Hydrant Red
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.
I wish there were visiting hours in heaven. you could be sure id sit by your side and rest my hand in your lap, and listen to every word you had to say.
The Woman With The Head Of Roses
The woman with the head of roses had a dagger for her heart, because anytime you brought her close, she would puncture you and move on. Leave you there to will yourself back to your feet or give up. She wore the face of an angel over the soul of the devil and drew you in with her eyes. complete lust was an overbearing might for her that gave you chance to come down.
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.
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 puzzl