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89 · May 15
Heat Vision
Seeing only red
Dilutes the stop light
Colored
Dread
And all the rest
Is free to go
Into a
Hasty
Guilty
Pled
So slow you roll
Before creating
One more not so
Special ed
Another crime scene to be fled
Another pipeline to aWOKEn
The arrested walking dead
Another anthem of the victimized
To fill your little head
And wedded foremost
To your infantries
You hiss and lash
And shed
The superficial
Artificial
Skin decisions
To conform
To recapitulate
Submissively
And watch
The global warm
89 · Apr 12
The Daily Bugle
Remember
We censor them too
Through the screens
Satirizing
And lionizing
The machines
That have codified
History’s
Dissident screams
Surreptitiously
Silenced
Yet echoing themes
Of more radical
Violence
Inflicted to quell
Such repellent invasions
Of interconnected
Manchurian agents
From somewhere external
Hard drive
Or internal
Disservices
Revenue
Revenants’
Journal
Is purged
From the room
And the record
Expunged
But the text is eternal
When wechat
Among
Our unruly, yet orderly
Disciplined minds
Turn the weapons they’ve formed
Against us
Into crimes
Because no can hide
Their free speech
From the markets
And we can Biden to its
Capitol’s carcass
Or Trump card the world
Like a billionaire Marxist
Unplugged from the shrug
And suggest me a drug  
Is the microprocessor
Encrypting the bug
89 · Apr 2018
The Witch Hunter
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
There must be an enemy
Plotting against me
Conspiring and scheming
To soon enough end me
And everywhere villains
Would see me defeated
Destroy any trace
Of my lifetime completely
Delete me from real and imagined
Dimensions
Or maybe their wicked
Malicious intentions
Are simply the product
Of my own inventions
89 · Nov 2018
Certitude
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Of few things am certain
I'm not a good person
I know I will die
And nothing can reverse it
I'm cursed with the passing of time
I don't mind
If a billion and one others
Meet their demise
Before mine
In its lack of fulfilling
Accomplishment
Ferries me off
To the terrors of Tartarus
Martyred by none
I could not liberate
But a single societal
Prison cell fate
Languishing in my own
As I longed to find home
And in so doing entered
Dimensions unknown
To so many untold
Countless souls I don't know
And came out on the other side
Having mine sold
End it will
End in madness
End in failure
If you let it
End in misery
In woebegone
In malice
You’ll inherit
Such disparate
Inequalities
Devoid of any
Merit
But you’ll wear it
Like a patriotic flag
Catches the wind
And not to brag
But you will
Reinvent
Its colors
Of the skin
Yet some inherent
Mortal sin
Might in
The shadows
Deep instill
An ever-looming
Private interest
Despotism
Shoot to ****
89 · Jun 2023
The Bothan Spy
Michael Marchese Jun 2023
Holes in my running shoes
Same old recycled news
Nooses
And crosses
And lost is our
Helpless youth
Soothing albeit
To see it
Inspired
To rise to the skies
Like a funeral
Pyre
Aspire
To signify
This is defiance
Our dog eat dog world’s
All too human
Alliance
And we compromise
With our difference’s
Union
But never on vision’s
Imperial ruin
89 · Jan 2020
Cassandra
Michael Marchese Jan 2020
Though nothing became of us
Crushing on you
Resonates
In my fondest
Of memory’s youth
And you still sneak into
Reveries,
Frequently
And you pleasant surprise
What I guess
I feel secretly
Still unrequited
Though not quite
One-sided
For lip services
We made out
To confided
In each other’s
Tacit, in passing-
Bye passions
We’d hide
From divergent path
Actions
And different friend
Factions
In class where I tried
To sit close to you
Biding
Each second applying
To seeing you smiling
Or making you laugh
Even once
Was worthwhile
And all I desired
Was taking you places
From playgrounds
Abounding
With fifth-grade embraces
To college reunion years’
Intoxications
Awaiting you then
Like I did as a kid
Who’d antagonize you
When I couldn’t admit
To the prettiest girl,
How her loveliness gripped
At my new to emotion’s
Awoken attraction
Unspoken
And now it’s too late
To relocate its fate
Just wistfully wonder
And reminisce how
I fell under her spell
And dwell still in it now
88 · Jun 2021
Kick the Bucket
Michael Marchese Jun 2021
If it really came down
To my last day on earth
I suppose I would do
What is actually worth
The investment of time
Precious mine
To see fit
Make amends
Mend the wounds
I am still burdened with
All too soon
If it ended
In fire and ash
Or a hole in the ground
It would not amount cash
Value added
To genuine closure
Regardless of cost
To my fragile composure
Again in your presence
To bridge the division
The distance
Insistence
I’d only make you and I’s
Pleasure
The mission
88 · Dec 2021
Lighten Up
Michael Marchese Dec 2021
And into the infinite aether ascendant
Now scream at me,
Shriek with me,
Wreak all the havoc
Together
We conjure
The darkest of magic
Dispelling the notion
The ocean divides
By the side of it
One with the waves
Do I glide
As the glades
Of tranquility
Beckon me back
And instilled in it still
Is your image intact
And though warped and distorted
The clarity stays
Till it summons the sun
From my dismalest days
88 · Sep 2022
My Message
Michael Marchese Sep 2022
No more than a writer
A Nevermore
Sword
Can’t afford
To be published
Potential ignored
Lording over my thesis claim
Fame anonymity
Long to envision again
The divinity
Yet to return it
Relinquish its gift
Through the outpouring
Hourglass sands
Do I sift
To recover the note
I once wrote her
In love
After giving the corked-bottle
Vessel a shove
88 · May 7
Influencers
Either you’re broken
Or broken right open
So let go
Of no stone unturned
Goes unspoken
And throw yourself
So unreservedly
Into
The passions
You bask in
To mask
What you’ve been through
We all do
Go onward
And reap what we sow
We all weep
In the withering wastelands
Of woe
With the infinite void
Of our sorrows
In tow
High and low
All the while
Stay searching,
Resisting
The often alluring
Submission
Insisting
We offer ourselves
To the last
Sweet escape
And instead
In the interim
Content create
88 · May 28
Bud Light
So proud to be American
Forget
Humanitarian
That neighbors
Might be strangers
Rearranging
Their vivarium
That we are all
Just prisoners
Within the planetarium
As free to be
Convicted
By a jury of our peers
As we are to form convictions
From a 30 rack of beers
88 · Jan 2021
The Failed Coup
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
But what have you accomplished?
Have you gained?
Have you changed?
By its very definition
Revolution
Is the same
At the end,
From the beginning
Circles back to where it stays
The power reigns
Just in the form
Of what the order’s law
Betrays
The best intentions
Left eventually
To hell the roads are paved
88 · Oct 2018
The Abominable No-Man
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
Sorrow is loss
I believe
I can feel it
And any man's hand
Has the will
To reveal it
But that of a creature
Unknown to your kind
Is required to grasp the kind
Of which is mine
88 · Dec 2024
The Mariner
Michael Marchese Dec 2024
Reliving
The campus life
Now an adult
Not a student
Maturing
From youth in revolt
Thought I knew it
Community
Primed and prepared
Was imbued with
Immunity
To feeling scared
Could adapt
Integrate
And cohabitate
Seamless
Aspired
To overcome
Mountains of needless
And heedless of warnings
To opt for realistic
I shot for the stars
Like a missile
Ballistic
But missed it
The mark
Overshot
The world peace
And crash landed instead
On an uncharted beach
88 · Oct 2021
Out With the old
Michael Marchese Oct 2021
One person parting
As someone new enters
My life
In an instant
Ensuring us renters
Go on
In our own little worlds,
Private corners,
And niches,
We don’t need the words
To in candor convey
What we think
Of the other
Just text me face values
We’ve yet to uncover
88 · Mar 8
Alpha Beta Guy
The Apogee Man
Sees all humanoid clan
Ataraxia
Rooted in
Arable land
Gains his prominence
Earns it
From sharing his keep
Reaps the spoils
He snatched
From the jaws of
Elite
Not in coasting
On daddy’s warbucks
Here to Gaza
Not slaughtering kids
For a lucrative plaza
Not selling out allies
Betraying ideals
Not in lying so much
He forgets how it feels
What it means
To be truly
Mandated to lead
What the doctrines demand
He must fairly concede
88 · Feb 2024
In Our Favor
Michael Marchese Feb 2024
Late
When I think of you
Solely
In writing
And solemn
Reflect on what
Causes us fighting
Goodnight
After night
Against odds
We prevail
Against God’s
Predetermined
We’re destined
To fail
88 · Oct 2022
My Reluctance
Michael Marchese Oct 2022
Still so much without you
Not so much as doubt you
Could ever be there
When I wasn’t awake
Looking on as we’ve had ourselves
Lost in the quake
But await me no further
I’m bound to beside
You can hide.
You can bide.
All your time
In my mind
I’ll be there when you realize
At the end tides
There is no other rising up
Save our demise
Let me hear it be sung
Into walls of night shrieked
Let me watch
As it ruins
The siege In retreat
For no storming advance
Of tempestuous furies
Could stray from the favor
I wager on juries
On people
The equal
No more
And no less
But to me
She is everything
This can’t express
87 · Dec 2023
Self-Care
Michael Marchese Dec 2023
Granted
A glimpse
Of the glint
Flash of brilliance
Illusory
Figments
Of some
Mental illness
87 · Mar 2024
The Eunuch
Michael Marchese Mar 2024
What this is
You’re dealing with
Emotions
Are no incident
But what you are
Cannot be changed
Cannot be snipped
And rearranged
Cannot be plainly
Simply
Gone
But can’t be right
To deem it wrong
If I have not
Been sliced by steel
And not been given
Time to heal
To feel
That this is truly me
Transitioning
Androgyny
87 · Apr 2021
California Dreaming
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
Out here is few worries,
Perhaps none at all
Just appalling gas prices
And no one to call
A week in I refrain
Prematurely
From claims
It is some kind of paradise
Golden domain
When of course
Dread can lurk
Around any road bend
Be it snaking these hills
Or the ones in my head
87 · Sep 2020
Vespasian
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
Just give me a forum
A pen and a pad
And I’ll write you,
Recite you,
The speeches I’ve had
For the audience
Drowning out
Thoughts in my head
Will revolt
Without plentiful
Circus and bread
So the mob
And the masses
The plebeian horde
I appeal to
Revealed through
The edge of the sword
87 · Feb 2019
In Absentia
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Funny how trivial
Seems the dispute
That has kept us suspended
In disconnect, mute
In a silence, protracted
Extended, no ending
Exacted
But impact is felt
In the months moving on
From the years I have dwelt
In a sweltering cauldron
Of angst-brewing enmity
Condemning me
To a spartan solemnity
Tempting me with
The tirade
Hurricane
And a rain pouring only
On my head in shame
For in vain
Have I tried
To express it to you
And instead I've sustained
The charade of untrue
But not lying
Per say
Silly me's I withdrew
Like a caricature
Reassured
You'd be there
To be laughing with at me
And actually care
To comment and critique
On the facets and features,
That needed a tweak
To be squeaky clean sneakers
Or just so to speak
Of the torments
Enormous
Afflicting me so
Lying dormant in
More I learn
Less that I know
87 · May 2020
Celebrity Influence
Michael Marchese May 2020
Perhaps you’re expecting
A spectacle
Puppet show
Thespians falling in love
With the undertow
Rowing
And rowing
Your boat down a stream
Always merrily,
Merrily
Living the dream
87 · Jul 2024
Last-Ditch Efforts
Michael Marchese Jul 2024
Starting to prefer
Alone
Though
I want you
But before
A mere name
Could be slipping right through
Seldom kissed
I commit
A most faithless
Adrift
And I stared for too long
And I gazed in her eyes
But at night
Only you in the dark
Would I find
Only you
Who reminds
That my longing
My yearning
For dying inside
Cannot weary
Or wayward
My down for the ride
Further still
Have I shown you
The places I hide
When I cannot keep carrying
Days out of sync
Sinking
Crushed
By the weight
Of my ego’s distinct
Inclination
To feel itself
Safe
In the warmth
Of the moments
I am not a wraith
When you look upon me
And I cannot escape
From the hold that you have
Over my last embrace
87 · Nov 2023
Feeling Older
Michael Marchese Nov 2023
Friends lost forever
And families estranged
Does it go?
Does it turn?
Can it not stay the same?
I see holidays
More like malaise
And I hate it
Accustomed to work
When I once celebrated
Just stuck in my ways
Out of place
Aggravated
I never thought changes
Around me
Unwelcome
A pop culture reference
Exceedingly seldom
Confirmed understood
But I couldn’t care less
Retrospectively
Forward progress
Calculus
87 · Jul 2020
Apocalypse Partners
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
Don’t harp on the doomsday
News muses
Too often
But lately it seems like
The world is a coffin
And lost in its glossy
Dysphoria coughing
I wish we could save it
From more
Holocausting
From panic pandemics
And fumes we’re exhausting
But shrooms in my mania
Glooms
Are so awesome
And even up on them
You know I’d be there
For what’s ethical, righteous,
And just
To be fair
I would even allow
The good masses to play,
To protest,
To get riotous,
Frolic all day
So long as you sat with me
Out on those steps
And still called them the sheeple
With me to attest
87 · Apr 2018
Unknowing
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Just a few words
For tonight there is little
I care to express
In the form of a riddle
It ripples the river
Enforces its motions
Turns time into sand
As I gaze upon oceans
Intangible as it may be
It can dream
It is capable of anything
I believe
It deceives
Me to leave
Her again and delete
Its arch-enemy, memory
Still so replete
With the bittersweet
Strawberry decadent
Sentiment
Dripping in red
In my head
Where the dead lament
No present threat to you
Grim but benevolent
Split between ego and shadow
Like Harvey Dent
I am the mind
Inside mine
The Omniscient
87 · Aug 2021
Pick-me-up
Michael Marchese Aug 2021
Self-induced ego boost
Write me a line
Reassure me
I’m meant to be
Flawed by design
Not deficiency,
Defect,
Disorder,
Distortion
Of problems unsolved
And blown out of proportion
Too often with me
I get tangled in dread
Inundated with angst
And then wish I was dead
So remind me
Alive
Still has reason to care
And apparently
Still
To keep dreaming
Will dare
87 · Oct 2024
Heir to the Assembly Line
Michael Marchese Oct 2024
Without these machines
There can be no me
Earning
Consuming
Subsuming
The natural world
Burning
Through boundless renewable
Bits of pollution
But only more robots
Can find the solution
And solve the intractable
Heedless conundrum
The needless
Egregious excesses
Must come from
Some source of organic
Emotively
Sentience
But rust in its oil can
Tin man
Descendants
87 · Nov 2021
Polyamorous
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Evoking the Greek
With the sweetest at dinner
If meta she wants
I’m above and beyond
And no decadence
More unrequited
Than sinner
Could make her believe
In no other more fond
Of her picturesque
Pixel
Pixie
Politician
Positioning,
Posturing,
Pose
Inquisition
To my apparition
A pall cast aside
Just the side of me
Facing her,
Waiting reply
87 · Aug 2021
Rat Poison
Michael Marchese Aug 2021
If it comes to
The crumbs
Boring holes into boxes
And slipping away
Undetected
Then toxins
Are all it will take
To be rid of me
Finally
Just like the vermin
Exterminate
Quietly
87 · Apr 2021
All the Philosophy
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
No sense proclaiming
Assurances
Certain
Of any facets
Of this world
I’m alert in
Alive in
Just trying
To see and survive
And prepare for the day
I eventually die
87 · Jun 2020
The Villain
Michael Marchese Jun 2020
You’ll never accept me
For what I am
Known
Just a eurocentricity
Cultural throne
But I want you to know
I am more
Than the gods
Want you to
Feel me in you
As Xenu applauds
An ovation
Of oration’s
Mighty decry
I am all of the people
Who lean to my side
Walking in
Like a chimp
With my body guards
Swift
But the lift I will take you down
Is the adrift
And amidst it in bliss
Is the twist
Of my midst
And the armistice drums
To the pigs I resist
And I spit
With the tumult
Of tumbling tomes
And I get with
The weirdly floating
Alien drones
Probing deep in my synapses
Making me weep
I am weak
But I know
How to powerfully speak
As I reap the unsleeping
Too restless to jest
How they think me beneath them
Until I undress
A free press
Of my crime
And I shove it inside
Till she screams and she cries
I would see you alive
Before I ever died
And beyond space and time
She abides as my bride
But beside me is all
I would give
To relive
Younger me
As he flees from
Eternal despair
From the already dead
Kind of kid
He saw there
Was too much
For them both
Ever hoping
Could work
And it ends as they both
In the distances
Lurk
And don’t know one another’s
Performance of smoke
But the he or she being
Is me nonetheless
And I’d burn it all down
Just to look to the sky
See it all with my eye
And beside you just die
I am my
Everything
Could be better
With me
At the helm of my destiny
Sovereignty scheme
And I deem
The beneath me
With patience and just
Equity
In the voices I’ve hushed
And just crushed,
With the chrome
Coated-bone
Of contention I have
With some Rome palindrome
That you think
Is the backwards
Same forwarding me
But I know you want more
Than some guy by the sea
I was sun’s barely risen
And soon setting free
Us back off again,
Once again,
Journeying on
To discover the parts
Of ourselves
We want gone
To return to the other‘s
Uncovered
New lover
And share in its past goodbyes
Lessons
I suffer
87 · Sep 2021
Equus
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Good to feel good again
Spoken word stimulant
Working with like-minded
Active participants
Perks of the job include
Shorter commute,
Better pay
And I may
Even really be liked
Be appreciated
For the works that I write
That I type
That I scribe
To assist
With the ongoing struggle
To end homelessness
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
Increasingly distant
Don’t want to replace you
Just play you a song
As I long to embrace you
In case you were wondering,
So much as cared
I could share your depression
And bare it
Ensnared
For despair ever has been
The skin that I wear
But I shed it
And bled it
More dreadful than most
Then I fled
And I tread this whole rock
As a ghost
So to feel just as dead to you
Isn’t the pain
It’s still being alive
When you don’t feel the same
87 · Aug 2018
Scarecrow
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
Media ****** mob moving en masse
On the scene it now seems we have reached an impasse
Like canaries in coal mines, distorting the truth
Of the social mobility tar-feather suit
In their squawking incessant debate
As we wait
For our daily injection
Of fear-mongered
Hate
87 · Nov 2021
The Thesis Lord
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Told me I’d find her
Again
Unbeknownst to you
Wanted the best
For us both
But I ghosted you
Most often thought of you
Sealed in a phone
All alone couldn’t hold you
As closely
As home
So I formed a whole argument
For and against
You remain in my life
Or sustain its laments
The in favor
Could posit
Composite advantage
We’d save the whole world
With a liberal arts bandage
Abandoned no longer
Belong to each other
I’d call you by name
But insinuate lover
Come smother me,
Steal my breath
As it forgoes
Any need to resist
And desist
All opposed
87 · May 2021
Conditioned
Michael Marchese May 2021
Ask me again
What is wrong,
Favorite song
And I harp on it
Often
You can
Sing along
But presume
I can’t possibly be
Happily
As deluded
As all of the rest of you
Seem
And I’d have to object
My abject
Misery
Comes more naturally
Born
To the world’s
Savagery
87 · Jan 29
The Invader
Thought I could make
The world
Spin in reverse
Fly as high
As the sky
Becomes void
To immerse
Me in worsening
Crises
And foreign disputes
For the fringes
My dearest
Were cold
Without boots
On the ground
To be forging
The valleys
Of Kandahar
Into the hills
And the heights
Of Abdul-Jabbar
From what afar
Appeared
More like
The Magic
Intentions again
But the hell is paved
Tragic
And grab it and go
Economics
Can’t prosper
If rattling sabers
Continue to posture
Illegally  
Neutralizing
Perceived threat
With a war to forget,
A tank full of regret,
And a silhouette
Setting sun
Empire’s debt
86 · Apr 2021
The Acculturated Left
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
But see that’s why it’s nuts to me
Waiting on you
Since I did it to you
Without thinking it through
To conclusion
Seclusion
Is where I am now
But adapting my senses
Eternally
Bound
To communicate human
And state what my prey is
Conveying the union’s
Peace beast in his cages
Lay waste the creators
With demon exertion
And purge the earth-fakers
With worthy subversion
Befitting the finest
Idealists at play
Our posterity learning
Their brilliant display
Is the way we keep turning
With all it in tune
And that even delusions
Can land on the moon
86 · Jul 2021
Bachelor Fad
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
At this point
I’d settle
For cliché rose petals
Still plucked and discarded
For wine bottle revels
In nights we spend days
Barely seeing each other
The difference it makes
Is estrangement as lovers
But I have still yet to uncover
The veil
When I try to discover
What’s under
I fail
To see why
We so gallantly,
Typically,
Think we must strive
To prove all of mankind
Is affirmed
By a bride
Close as I’ve
Ever yet
Ventured
To fathom
As if
My imagine
Could reach out and grab them
The weapons we’ve formed
Unto prosperous ends
To the victor go spoils
And I write the ends
Of the stories
Of glorified
Government forms
To fill out
And redoubt us
In Ivy League
Dorms
In the master class
Master’s degrees
Culture norms
86 · Nov 2021
The Breadbasket
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
So easy to be
Orderly
And restore
Any semblance of normalcy
Stocked and in store
Keeps it going,
Consuming,
Producing more goods
Till the last residential
Devours the woods
But I like
To stay hungry
Then all at once feast
Like collective potential
To harvest the wheat
86 · May 10
The Thralls of Power
Insider traitors
Still trading our lives away
Charging us more
For the right
To go work all day
86 · Sep 2021
Coyote Boy
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Defaulting to scarcity
Desert conditions
Inured to abject
Desperation
Submissions
In sheer deprivation
I take
What I get,
What I find,
What is offered,
Except
My position within
Hierarchical food chains
Of daily grow thin
Until sources of plenty
From paucity catch
The enhanced sense of smell
And await me to ******
In my jaws
Taking back
The predation skill
Killer instinctive
I lack
86 · May 2021
Trivial
Michael Marchese May 2021
Memorizing names leads to the forgetfulness of the concept

Where’s the drive dude?
Still just shootin’

Never write another word
If it meant
Being
Right
Beside you
Heard

I control the stories
Said the imperialist

Can’t do anything
Write
So much my fingers hurt

An imperial power
Comes into a ****** land
Against her will

Chasin’ monsters
Now you are one

And still am the infinite
Nothingness matters
Still leavin’ the labels
On fables
In tatters
Just kept adding random, disjointed thoughts to it
86 · Dec 2020
Congenital
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Warm days receding
This could be the last
One we have
Before winter
Makes gray the sky vast
And it casts such a pall
Of embittered frostbite
Like a knife
The chills spitefully
Razor sharp blight
Vegetation life signs
And what’s left of mine
Frigid
The skin sticks to bone
In unbendingly rigid
Intractable, uncompromising
Position
Opposed to what changes I’m told
I must make
Like the seasons
Defiant
But still in time’s wake
Can’t escape state of nature
The way they were born
Can’t outpace decay rates
In my more human form
86 · Jan 2021
Can’t Help it
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
Don’t think about her,
Oh look
Now I am
And been living the same day
All over again
I’m approaching a year
Since returning
From where
I expected to find
A more current affair
Fall in love
With a cause
I could actually care
For embracing
But space
Has a way
Of erasing
Connection
And to my dismay
I felt only depression
Regret
I had ever left
Whom I held dear
Now with nothing to show for it
We disappear
From whatever else
Might have been
Better together
Just sever the ties
This goodbye
Is forever
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