The Flipside (a poem)

The Flipside

Written August 25th, 2011

There’s pictures on the wall

Of my adventures far away

The maps and photos, tickets and brochures

Receipts printed in French and letters from home

It’s hard to look at it all

Without catching my breath as I remember that day

See that postcard off to the side

Along and out of the way?

Greetings from Munich

A sunset glowing behind a silhouetted city

Flip it over, there’s a message, I tried and I tried

To send it to you; but it remains here to this day

Windows and Doors (a poem)

Windows and Doors

Written August 24th, 2011

As time passes by

A pool of reflections

Swells behind my eyes

The shimmering lights on the water

They are only windows of the past

And hard as I may try

I can never change them to doors

Tempest Storm (a poem)

Tempest Storm

Written August 14th, 2011

Thunder roaring in the sky
Lightning flashes blinding bright
Rain falling till it starts to flood
Take me, seize me, fly me high
Away from this life into the windblown night
Tempest storm I feel you running in my blood

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Just a quick little poem inspired by the storm today :)

Goodnight (a poem)

Goodnight

Written August 10th, 2011

I wish you didn’t have to go

But your eyes are heavy

And you’ve had a long day, I know

Goodnight to you, fallen angel

Know that as your eyes close

The sun sets on my world

And I will grow impatient for tomorrow to unfurl

(Raise Your Voice) Bat in the Window (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Bat in the Window

Written August 6th, 2011

Frantic flitter flutter

Bang crash on the glass

Scared and hungry, breath stutters

The exhaustion is utter

Strange faces in the window

Big frightening loud

Oh! Wow! Ew!

Safe on the other side

From this hideous spectacle

She didn’t mean to get stuck in here

Her fuel is fading fast

The food she needs on the flipside of the glass

Not one life on the line but two

A tiny helpless infant waits at home

For a meal it can’t get on its own

Oh, a bat! A bat!

Do you want to see a bat?

Ew, would you look at that!

A bat!

Magic and Mystery (a poem)

Magic and Mystery

Written August 1st, 2011

Your compelling eyes; a strange marine color

Flirt with my skin

Settling on my neck, my lips, my eyes,

And then start again

Without a single drop of wine

I'm drunk, it seems

Blissfully happy, lacking complete thought

The world and its problems;

They don't matter so much today

When you and I occupy the same space

It all just fades away...

You must be a wizard

A strange inhuman being

For your fingers are charged with fire

Leaving behind a pleasant burning

Wherever they go

You're something otherworldly

A unique and shimmering soul; this I know

Vivid Memories (a poem)

Vivid Memories

Written July 30th, 2011

I still remember your smile

Fresh as yesterday

On the face that made my days worthwhile

I recall how your eyes would dance

Whenever you looked at me

You were my risk, my one-shot chance

Still memorized; the contours of your face

So real and vivid, right before me

The feel of your sweet, safe embrace

The warm smooth texture of your skin

Remains; a phantom on my fingertips

I gave you all my secrets deep within

(Raise Your Voice) Me Being Me (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Me Being Me

Written July 12th, 2011



There’s a little car racing along

Bright paint sparkling in the sun

And a girl leaning out the passenger window

Tapping a beat on the door to a lively song

Her long hair flies back in the wind

And she has a smile

Big enough for the whole world

Enjoying something simple for a while

The people in town watch her go

And smile quietly to themselves

Remembering the infectious grin

That helped ease a deep sorrow

(Dear Marius) Show You How I Play (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Show You How I Play

Written July 10th

Come, I want to show you

I follow, we sit

A smile on your lips

Eyes full of light

I see your passion

Before you even start to play

Come, I want to show you

To me you say

A deep breath,

And your fingers set free

The first notes, begging for life

Starting soft, your fingers dance

I am a bystander

Of this musical romance

And I can’t avert my stare

Your fingers, they fly

With such love, skill, and care

Refuge of Night (a poem)

Refuge of Night

Written July 10th, 2011

There are no stars tonight

To help me see

They’ve left me on my own

To face this inner plight

Lost, I lay in the grass

Enjoying my quiet solitude

Tomorrow I’ll be hit with cold water

It seems I’m growing up too fast

A lonely lamppost’s light sent

To my figure, drawing a long shadow

I see my sins hiding in its black void

But life’s too short to worry about repent

(Dear Marius) You'll Never Know (poem by Juliette Labelle)

I want to make it absolutely clear that this is not my writing. All credit and rights go to Juliette Labelle, 100% Juliette read my work on Booksie, and was inspired to write her own piece for Michael. It is a beautiful piece and I would like to officially commend it into my Dear Marius collection.
I think it goes to say how truly special Mikey is when absolute strangers are writing pieces for him.

Here is her introduction:
I write this in honor of Micheal Hall. I never knew him, but any time a beautiful soul is taken, even strangers miss them. Ousma [Faith], I do so hope you like this. I tried to write it from your perspective. I feel like it's not as good as my usual stuff but I've no experience dealing with death.

Without further ado:

Dear Marius

You'll Never Know

By Juliette Labelle 

Music Hallway

Music Hallway

Written June 6th, 2011

The soft smell of old must

Hinted in the air

An aged and well-loved carpet

Tread on by generations of shoes

A troop of elderly pianos

With chipped keys from extensive use

A din of music resonates

Echoing lightly on the walls

Here, here we camp

Soaking it all in

The years of bygone memories

The traces of personalities past

Fragments of talent, left behind

Drifting in the air,

Clinging to the walls,

Sleeping in the shadows;

You just have to look with your heart

We rest here, absorbing

An escape from the fast-paced world

A time to rest, heal, and create

A second home to wandering young souls

Just trying to find a place

This is the Music Hallway.

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A tribute to the music hallway at my high school, where so many teenagers, including me, just love to be. It's like a light to moths.... And this is where, I'm sure, Mikey's spirit wanders on occasion.  



(Dear Marius) My Little Morning Bird (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

My Little Morning Bird

Written July 5th, 2011



My little morning bird

You always have a song to sing

Your voice and love of the day

A smile to my face will bring

My little morning bird

Always waiting for me

When I’m tired and stressed

The tunes you sing livelier than my coffee

My little morning bird

So happy and ecstatic beneath the sun

You have too much love in one heart

Your friendship brings confidence before my day has hardly begun

Missing You (a poem)

Missing You

Written June 5th, 2011

I press my face to the pillow

And with a soft weary sigh

Allow the blankets to embrace me

Slowly, I let the day go

To be absorbed by my loving mattress

Freed from limiting concentration

And the confines of stress

My mind wanders where it likes

Since I’m quite fond of you

It tends to meander your way

In the dark of night

My thoughts screaming into

Silence

I think of you,

And I long for you.

Tinker Falls (review, rating)

Tinker Falls

Tully, NY

Hiked: June 18th, 2011

Reviewed: June 30th, 2011

Interaction: 5 stars

Scenery: 5 stars

Diversity: 2 stars

Accessability: 2 stars

Size: Small

Overall: 4 stars

Being younger and perhaps a little more adventurous, I personally loved Tinker Falls, and I really can't wait to go back.

Tinker includes a short, ten minute trail leading up to Tinker Falls; an elegant cascade that you can walk behind, and if you're careful, you can even touch it. However, there is a moderate climb involved to reach it that I would not usggest to the elderly, young children, or the handicapped. You can also continute to climb to reach the top of the falls for a splendid view, a fantastic picnic spot, and to access more trails. Again, I stress that these climbs are not reccommended for the people I mentioned. This is why I rated it with a low accessability; for those who are incapable of the climbs, your visit to Tinker will likely be short and disappointing.

The trail leading up the falls

 The creek along the trail

 At the base of the falls

 The climb up to the falls

 Tinker Falls

It looks small here, I guess it is much bigger in the spring than in the summer. However if it's a lot bigger in the spring, I don't know how safe it would be to get close to it at that time.

Midnight Mango (a poem)

Midnight Mango

Written June 30th, 2011

There is a fruit, waiting in the fridge

An international treat

That I’m particularly fond

It will call me at midnight to eat

Quite a nuisance to peel and carve

But I smile as I set it on the board

It’s a task I’ve come to enjoy

For at the end is the sweetest reward

Steel Darkness (a poem)

Steel Darkness

Written June 29th, 2011

There’s a ’55 Ford Thunderbird

That follows me wherever I go

It’s old and rusty, but it runs like new

And it’s much closer than it was a few years ago

My persistent shadow, hovering nearby

It’s been there as long as I can remember

Trailing behind as I mow the lawn

Idling quietly while I rake leaves in September

Sometimes it snarls with a loud engine rev

And I jump out of my skin

It regards me with bright, stoic headlights

And I sense a tainted, evil soul within

Wolf Moon (a poem)

Wolf Moon

Written June 28th, 2011

Your children stay up late

Beneath the covers; wide-eyed they shiver and quake

Envisioning the stories told

Horrors about me; folklore of old

The full moon flies in the night sky

If they're just myths, why do you lock your door, why?

There's a drawer where you keep silver and holy water

Afraid I'll come snatch your son? Your daughter?

No Shirt/Long Lovin (lyrics, a poem, a re-make)

No Shirt/ Long Lovin

Re-Make of Cake's song:

Short Skirt/ Long Jacket

Written June 28th, 2011

I want a guy with a heart like a lion

I want a guy who knows what I love

I want a guy with style that shows

And eyes that sizzle from above

I want a guy with the right intentions

Who's funny and attentive

And hot as a sun

He's playing with my heartrate

He's messing with my hair

He's touring my body

And he's only just begun

I want a guy with no shirt and a looooong smile

Letchworth State Park (review, rating)

Letchworth State Park

Castile, NY

Hiked: June 27th, 2011

Reviewed: June 27th, 2011

Scenery: 5 stars

Diversity: 5 stars

Interaction: 3 stars

Accessability: 4 stars

Overall: 5 stars

Size: Large

Letchworth is an incredibly large park with its own extensive road system. The park contains 14,350 acres of land along the Genesee River.

A visitor to the park can get more than enough scenery viewing just by driving through the park. The roads run along the edge of the cliff through the park, and there are frequent pull overs along the way where you can stop and check out the view. Most are equipped with binoculars (25 cents) and picnic areas that include charcoal grills.