Michael Webb

Freshman - 907 Points (7/12/96 - / Portland, OR)

Michael Webb Poems

1. Blackout 12/11/2014
2. Imprisoned 12/11/2014
3. Oh What A Pointless Existence... 12/11/2014
4. Aboard The Ship Of Berth 12/11/2014
5. Records 12/13/2014
6. Flying 12/18/2014
7. On The Brink Of Insanity 12/18/2014
8. Stranger 12/18/2014
9. Wasted Youth 7/17/2016
10. Skeletons 11/21/2016
11. Fly With Me 2/16/2017
12. Wings Spread Out Past The Ends Of Time 2/16/2017
13. Old Souls 2/16/2017
14. Bummage 2/16/2017
15. A Prayer 2/16/2017
16. Dear Mom 2/24/2017
17. Fish Tales 2/26/2017
18. Closed Eyes 3/19/2017
19. Wool 3/19/2017
20. Coastin' 3/19/2017
21. Run 6/1/2017
22. A Walk In The Woods 12/19/2014
23. Loner 12/22/2014
24. How About This Weather 5/13/2015
25. Goodbye 9/8/2017
26. Yet 9/8/2017
27. Amen 9/9/2017
28. Roswell 12/19/2014
29. Blended Days 12/18/2014
30. Underground 12/11/2014
31. 12 Ticks On A Clock 12/11/2014
32. Love Never Dies 12/11/2014
33. Judgement 12/11/2014
34. Shadows 12/23/2014
35. Microscopic Minds 2/20/2015
36. We Were Born Naked 12/19/2014
37. Away 3/14/2015
38. The Corner 12/13/2014
39. The Love Of My Forever 3/2/2015
40. Glance 9/8/2017

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Outlet Of Outer Space

Upon the barren blackness of the heavens
There lies a quiet, longing, small star
In search of an outlet in outer space

Earths' equivalent hinges between worlds 6 and 7
Trapped in violent humanity, viewing from afar
Seeking an outlet in outer space

Dying to be heard before being consumed
Under the weight of time
A white dwarf to become

Living lifeless, in his tomb
Gazing at a mirror in the sky
Atop a ladders' crippled rung

The dimming light has begun to regress
Vanishing like a phantom in the night
Escaping away from its ...

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Imprisoned

Ask yourself if you are sane
Are you normal, are you the depiction of average
For your perception and mine are not the same
So ware the very fiber of equality down to dust like a savage
What's your religion, your race, what's your name
And choose fast, never be too late
Or else you will get thrust upon the steady breeze of change
Judge endlessly without anything to gain
For your sentence is everlong

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