Biography of Michael Fischer
My name is Michael John Fischer II. I was born in Buffalo, NY on March 30,1987. I graduated from Maryvale High School in 2005 and I have an associate degree in General Studies from Erie Community College (ECC) . I'm going back to ECC to get an associate degree in Dietetics as I hope to become a Dietitian. I work at Sears as a sales associate in the Lawn & Garden Department. I also play roller and floor hockey on Tuesday and Thursday nights in an adult league at Mineral Springs in West Seneca.
I discovered a love for writing in high school and through music. My favorite writers include Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull, Phil Lynott of Thin Lizzy, Jim Morrison of the Doors, and Sandy Pearlman and Eric Bloom of Blue Oyster Cult. Billie Joe Armstrong (Green Day) , Kurt Cobain, William Shakespeare, William Blake, and Edgar Allen Poe are among my other favorites. I became serious about writing in December 2006 when I was playing with my band This is the Year... that has since disbanded. I also play electric guitar and some piano. My goal as a writer is to keep getting better and better. I hope to someday become renowned for my writing and my music.
'When times get challenging, instead of playing the martyr, write about playing the martyr! '
-Michael Fischer 3/27/07
Michael Fischer Poems
Another Girl Robbed Of Her Esteem (When ...
The demon takes shelter in her fear. It awakens just prior to her slumber, takes a hatchet to her insides, and leaves her vulnerable in the night!
☼ A Natural Love! ☼
Your heart is my sun; It brightens every day and is always with me wherever I go.
۩ A Brainchild Of Both God And The...
We're thrown hard into a world that we know nothing about. We're born small, weak, and speechless, troubled with our thoughts of doubt!
A Hidden Treasure!
Behind those thick-rimmed glasses stands a woman with much potential. She's bright, humorous, and beautiful; But she doesn't realize it.
I’ll Meet You At Heaven’s Gate
I dreamt all day about you babe; Which is no different, from other days. I miss you dearly sweetheart; You’ll always have a home in my heart.
You believe everything you’re told; None of your thoughts are actually your own. Your imagination has become decayed, as the beast leaves you in disarray.
I Want To Be Remembered…
I want to be remembered like the legendary sportsman, who always championed, in adversity’s awestruck face.
The brainwashed fools worship the saboteur and fall victim to his hypnotic persuasion. His lies are like an endless line of dominoes; falling from his tongue one after another.
A Little Treasure Hunt
I clean my room in search of fragments of old poetry. I survey every note pad, every sheet of scrap paper,
Angel Of The Arenaceous Beach
She sits on the arenaceous beach with her legs extended out in front and her hands behind her back as she takes in the glorious day.
I’m an empty canvas, with potential, who is all yours for the making. I provide you a pallet of paint and several brushes of different sizes.
Relationship: The Board Game (Now With A...
Let’s play a game I came up with; We’ll call it a relationship. You’ll play the distressed martyr; I’ll play the devil’s advocate.
Ah, the sweet blissfulness of nostalgia; it can be our hand tool when the crazed institution called life leaves us as an empty vagabond.
A Tornado Warning Has Been Issued...(Too...
Death hides behind the sable clouds that sweep over the crimson skies. The mortal beings observe in awe as the gale presents them with their
The Torn Down Ghost Town
The old skeletal remains,
lying scattered on the ground,
retain untold chronicles
of this once booming ghost town.
The renegades’ jarring roars
can still be heard at the eminent noon,
while the butt ends of cigars,
gather outside the town’s saloon.