Michael Brandon Marchese

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Wrath of a Thespian
And I just sit and I just stare And I just wander in my room And I just think and I just talk And then I look upon the moon
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Wrath in its Written Form
Profanity firestorm Thirsting to burst I would curse you, Condemn you Lay waste to your warmest embraces Erase Your desires
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Wonderlands
See through my eyes And I’ll stare through yours back Peering into the looking glass Find what I lack What is missing
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Who Needs Love When You've Got me?
Somehow abnormal To not need attention To not crave the warm, Soothing touch Of affection Been left to my own Plot devices
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
White Winter's Lament
Of pale moon ghosts I reminisce on how I've froze in powdered woes And nothing good can come of this struck by love's
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
What's Right
Keep ‘em hungry, keep ‘em dumb Keep ‘em silent, keep ‘em numb Said the fascist to the master Make each nun a smoking gun
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
What I Thrive In
I’m aware I’m depressed All too vividly so Could describe it right now But I doubt you would know What it’s like To be wholly
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
What Cuts to Education Spending Do to Kids in a Global Capitalist Cesspool of Gory Orgies, Poverty, and Drug-Addicted Killing Sprees
If I could simply overcome Possessive nouns and vowel sounds I would not need to study bloody Heavy lies’ beheaded crowns
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Whatever
It seems that November has finally reached India Chilly tonight in the vacant moonlight It is home that I see in my faint memory
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
What Becomes of Us?
Don't know what I said What I did To deserve Your disdain Can't explain Such ineffable Pain Upon seeing you clearly
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
What a Time to be Alive
Test my patience Is a virtue If you think These words can't hurt you Or subvert your bricks and thrones To shallow caves of sticks and stones
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Western Civilization
Locked in a cell block of human live stocks You can stuff it with ballots or build it with blocs But the freedom you dream of is just an
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets