#lonesomebigmike

[lonesomebigmike]

If a lover I would leave it

If a death I wouldnt grieve it

A whiskey bottle from last season

Broke and half-empty for a reason

Wasted flour on the counter

Count the seconds, tally hours

If the rythm in my heart could just

Dissapear like the dead yeast

If the hymn in my head would lust

For anything, at least

A little

Normal

If I ever just get the hell

Out of my head,

I'll tell

All you ever need to know about

ADHD and bread

[z-is-very-tired]

Viktor Updates!! (#1)

The other day (August 25th) I hit 10% completion on Viktor! It's still mostly unintelligible, but I am very happy to see how quickly he's coming along.

Since my first post about him, my boy has gotten a brand new frame and all but 2 of his colors. I'm very excited to keep going with him.

Original proposed completion date (100 sts/day): October 28th, 2024 Current proposed completion date: September 26th, 2024 Start date: August 14, 2023

I don't know how much I'll be able to keep up this progress once school starts back next week, but I'm very excited about my current progress.

Thank you to @4typercent for inspiring me to keep her company in Massive Project Land, @missmacfire for Talkin with me about my boy, @lonesomebigmike for tolerating my obsession with this particular project, and @lonelyfangirl11 for not calling me crazy too many times (and watching Arcane unwillingly during a group cross-stitch session).

[dbaydenny]

LonesomeBigMike

He picks up his pen

and we are not so lonesome

when we read the words.

.

D W Eldred

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

@lonesomebigmike

Bleach my bones

With the honey in your eyes

Dry them in the sun

What’s left will shine

While we dine

Once your work is done

They say death dines with the best of us

At least, all of us, the once

But we have dined the sun away

Our jaws grow weary

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

He doesn't associate with spineless cowards such as the monsters who hid underneath childhood beds.

15-word myth #40: @lonesomebigmike

[buttonpoetry]

@lonesomebigmike, “10 Things You Should Know If We Date”. Watch Michael’s full poem!

[disarmlove]

“Seven days, seven black and white photos of your daily life. No explanation, no people. Ask a friend to join in every day.” @lonesomebigmike

[zombieconvent-blog]

Is he that cute in real life? And what's his middle name? He wouldn't answer me :(

@lonesomebigmike the world may never know

[mostlymissguided]

Do you know lonesomebigmike?

I do ♡ He's a lovely poet and an even lovelier human.

[lonesomebigmike]

Hope in Minnesota

The half life of hope is about three crushed dreams

Bleeding on the concrete like it was supposed to be that red

Breathing on the street, then a corpse on a white bed

Gunsmoke in the night and another of us dead

In the name of connection, we stopped talking

A half of society's deflection about "them"

A whole of society's reflection of when

In the name of dread, we realize

The half life of hope is not just one dead leader

Or wounded preacher

Or shot up teacher

Charisma with a vision

Does not beat the arterial incision of trying to find someone else to blame

The half life of hope is when you learn it has to be you

Or your mother, or our brothers

When progress demands more blood

And we are all that is left

Progress demands

It does not whimper what it needs

It crows loudly at our triumph, teeth crimson

And after all we still have half

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

@lonesomebigmike

Lovely

If ever a language left my lips That did not know your name The desire, the fire Would make me a liar And I’d call you mine just the same

[lonesomebigmike]

And what is love if not a stolen kiss on the way out the door

An I want you to eat good tonight

An I want to walk the fresh air and I want you to too

What is love if not hope and dishes

Taxes and taxiing

Laundry and the chore list

And solace in the quiet moments

The pride of a people

Population 2

Or 20

Or 2 million

What is it if not holding hands that fit

Calming the racing hearts fits

Racing the calm heart

Its

Not so simple, sure, but

What is it if not this

[lonesomebigmike]

Szytaker

And if the feelings inside you

Are a hoard of gold in the mountain

Or a horde of pirates on a sea

Valuable or powerful, still infinitesimal

Compared to where they happen to be

How in God's name can "I love you"

Say all that you mean to me

[lonesomebigmike]

Risks

If you leave your ships in harbour

If you leave your captain moored

Regardless of the rhyme,

The reason or the storm

You'll find on your pier

A broken man, safe

And a ferry docked, out of form

For captains love the waves

And boats abhor the shore

[lonesomebigmike]

And like any good slightlystitious man, he flips the nickel fast

Making his decision, on its way down to the grass

Unsure before of which to take, he only gets one path

But knows from which he wanted, what he'll make come to pass

[lonesomebigmike]

The madness in your heart

Demands more than this

This piddling farce of an economy

This rise and grind mentality

The heart demands more than this, yes

The beat inside you skips for her or him

The beat inside skips when youve been up so long

The beat skips when you cry out against the oil

We are drowning in

With water streaming down your cheeks

In spite of the ugly truth

That it cannot break the surface

With the last bit of your brain insisting

That the beat skipping was worth it

The heart in you

That you used to love

You used to cherish

You used to kill for

at least the pieces of you in it's way

Bursts forth from your ribs in furor

In righteous ripping agony

In stark unacceptance

Of who you've let yourself become

The queit desperation of a madman

Content to be as least miserable as possible

The full breasted despair of

I will settle for this and die

Why in the name of heaven are we here

If not to rage against

Any single abandonment of that organ

And its demand of a better you

And a better life

And a better destiny

If not here to slake that thirst

Of

Love and lust and courage

And trust

Why would we need to be here at all

Your heart bangs upon your ribs

Desperate for one last chance

One last moonlit dance

With who you know to be you

And the craziest filth of all

Is you wont do it

Even though its true