Michael Lamarche
Bio
During the Pandemic, I sought to explore writing. I genuinely thought I was on the cusp of poetic genuis, creating metaphors only comparable to Shakespeare himself. Now, I see I fall more under a Dr. Seuss level - only without the racism.
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Unforeseen
Just the same as our physical attributes and genetic compositions, stories of folklore and precaution are too, often inherited. We enter this world chimed with the fables of our forebears, braided into the instructions of our mundanities and routines where they eventually become inlaid, and uncontested. Regions in our territories became traditionally forbidden as they lay permeated with Beasts of agile ferocity and boundless height. We have built our survival around this elusiveness, hunting at night so as to avoid any encounters with these savage varmints. Though still, there exists the occasional flint of curiosity, as the beauty of these creatures remains undoubtedly obvious, nearly impossible to ignore; striking enough to capture even the regard of our Elders. Though despite this seemingly shared bewilderment, the Elders’ deterrence shall never waver, as “a predator is a still a predator”.
By Michael Lamarche4 years ago in Poets
Ins and Outs
As we move throughout the world as children, we often view our experiences from superficial, literal perspectives. Our perceptions are diluted, and we only understand that of what is directly in front of us and naturally, when presented with overcomplexities, our efforts to comprehend these situations often result in misinterpretations or frustration. This patten is reflected universally in our youth, so essentially it is inevitable, however, in the duration of my upbringing, this would prove to be quite the motif as the introduction of unnecessarily complicated situations, concepts, and relationships would contribute to not only a looming sense of perplexity, but of social and internal ostracization as well; a social shock nonetheless that would extend into my adolescence and eventually reach a sound resolution in the form of several longwinded life lessons.
By Michael Lamarche5 years ago in Pride
Bird's-eye View
Again, I lay restlessly pressed against the chafe of synthetic polyester, grasping for slumber with a desperation which grows more abortive with each passing tick. My repugnance towards the clock face thickens with every glance, its visage twisting into a menace of unprecedented mockery. The brassy echo of its ticks bellow and I recoil deeper into my linen until the heat of my breath prompts my surrender. I raise a weary frame, hunched in sulking defeat by my enemy and shift my feet indolently to the floor, its contact chilly and overtly offensive.
By Michael Lamarche5 years ago in Poets
