| Poems and Writings... |
| Butterflies Where will I find mine? Will she have a beautiful smile? How will she shine? Do I look in my backyard, or do I have to travel many a mile? Do I have to look far? Will she be graceful? Will she be soulful? Will she be playful? Will she be faithful? How high will she fly? As high as a dove? Who will be my Butterfly? Will she be a passerby, or my true love? Who will be my Butterfly? Michael G. Feeney |
| That Damn Leprachaun Have I seen him yet? That, I do not bet. What the hell does he look like? He enjoys taunting Mike. Am I at the right place? Is he starin me in the face? Do I have to move, to find my groove? A life before me, Confusion within me. When will I be full of glee? When will I be totally happy? Will I have nice company? I hope I am not lonely. How to get this pot of gold? Hopefully before I am gray and old. Hopefully I won't need to travel to Babylon. But someday I will catch that damn Leprachaun! Michael G. Feeney |
| Butterflies was was basicaly my first poem...an I like it. |
| I wrote the leprachaun poem after talkin to Jon Steingold and his father one night about what I wanted to do when I "grow up" and the answer is: I don't know. But the leprachaun is the destination, not sure about the route which I must take yet... |
| Loser Tonigh I finally realized what a loser I am. For almost 3 years now I could only partially speak. She must see it, she isn't blind. Sometimes I feel like things are going the way I wish, Sometimes I feel indifferent, But I hate when I feel ignored. Either way I a loser and nothing will happen. Everything from her name to her walk are the most Beautiful things mines eyes have seen. One day I wish to perhaps say something and just be together, to fill the void I've felt for so long. I am a loser and feel even more of one writing these lines that I wonder if I'll share. I can Dream all I want but I am just a loser. Michael G. Feeney |
| The Future Future, what will it hold for me? Ten years from now, where will I be? How will it happen? How? Will I be a rock star? Will I be rich and famous? Will I own a brand new car? Or will I do something heinous? Will I be homeless? Will I be alone? Will I be clueless? Or will I own my own home? The Future is scary, The Future is whack, The Future is weary. Please bring me back. Michael G. Feeney |
| OK, this one wasn't meant to be depressing or anything, perhaps it came out that way but it's not how I wanted it to be. I have never had so many people tell me I am not a loser and I appreciate that, but allow me to explain. Loser was about those things in the past that I wish I had done but I didn't and I am not sure if I ever could do those things. Perhaps if i used the word "foolish" instead of "loser" than it would have been better but, I didn't. |
| Ever wonder how the futre will turn out? Well I did. |
| Empire State Building I took a trip on the sky ride. Took me to places I've never been. Scary at times when I just want to hide. It has been traveled by many men. Up on the top are many sights. Everyone though has a different view. Some feel people shouldn't go to those heights. But everyone knows to try something new. A very expensive ride on this tower. It feel as if you aren't in the city. Experience could last for hours. For people to tell you to stop is a pity. Michael G. Feeney |
| This one is simple. I went to the Empire State building over spring break '02 and wrote a poem about it. |
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| Don't steal my shit. Thats just not cool. If I knew how to make that Copyright sign I would. Peace |
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