Archive for the ‘MichaelM’ Category

Freedom

Posted: June 1, 2011 by millertime75 in MichaelM

It’s more than just a game.

It’s my escape into  different world.

It’s like when I get frustrated with life

I can just step out for a while.

It’s more than just a game.

It’s a way out.

Snozberry’s

Posted: March 8, 2011 by millertime75 in MichaelM

He was six years old, trying to ride his brand new bike he had gotten for his birthday.  As much as he keeps trying, he keeps falling.  He still gets up, he doesn’t give up.

His mom pushes along side him, but she lets go once he gets up to speed.  He was sure he was going to fall, but he doesn’t.  He just keeps going…and going………….and going.

Peanut Butterflies

Posted: March 8, 2011 by millertime75 in MichaelM

I know your going to leave me, I mean, I don’t see why you wouldn’t.

I haven’t really been the greatest to you,

I haven’t really been anything to you at all.

But you remember this,

You haven’t been much to me either.

Monday Morning Apocalypse

Posted: March 7, 2011 by millertime75 in MichaelM

This is the end of the world.

This is not a time to multiply, it is time for decimation.

No one will survive my infinite wrath……..

……….Good morning class I am your new English teacher.

Just to Try

Posted: December 3, 2010 by millertime75 in MichaelM

It all started when my mom pulled out a small red box and asked me, “what are these?”.  I could literally feel my heart drop to my stomach.  I was like the feeling right before you get ready fall, it was the worst feeling in the world.

She couldn’t even look at me for the rest of the week.  I tried to explain to her I only tried it once.  She wouldn’t believe me.

There wasn’t really much else to tell her, except that I was sorry.  All I could tell her was that they were just to try.

Broken

Posted: December 2, 2010 by millertime75 in MichaelM

About a month ago.

At home in his room.

You were talking to him on the phone.

A conversation he will remember forever.

You told him that there was someone else.

 

At school, he can’t even stomach the sight of you.

It makes him sick, even the thought of you.

I guess some things are just impossible to swallow.

 

A Place for Me

Posted: December 1, 2010 by millertime75 in MichaelM

I need to find a place,

Where music is everything.

 

I need to find a place.

Where I can be myself,

Not hiding away on some shelf.

 

I need to find a place,

That is made just for me.

A place where I can be free.

 

I need to find a place,

That is made for who I am.

Not made up of some sham.