How do I prove that I belong on the mic with all of you? Alright let me try Well been writing nearly half my life through times of strife and lows and highs Instead of taking the knife and plunging it into my side I write I admit it I’m not the best at it […]
April 23, 2013
It reeks like good bud on the train today No other way to finish a shitty day Getting a contact high in the spot I’m standing Writing a week after the bombing Riding into downtown Boston I feel much better Last time I wrote a poem Was a day after the Boston Marathon And we […]
April 11, 2013
When I am blocked, and I can’t write I call it a free prose, its when you let yourself go for as long as you can, it used to be as fast as you can pencil in hand, making a poem, before I was called on again “Mr WRT, are you paying attention, whats […]
April 10, 2013
O.k, you heard me earlier on the train acting insane, filling the pen with rage now I got the hiccups, and thinking of all the shit I said and I calm down, take my pills and then its off to bed to do this shit again Something needs to change right now i am weighing […]
April 10, 2013
missing 9th in Cambridge Yeah I’m missing 9th in Cambridge I don’t think I could handle it My mind is a demon mind I mean a diamond mine Depends on which day you catch me on Right now I’m southbound On a red line train Right now I’m feeling low down With a dismantled brain […]
April 9, 2013
When you stare at a computer screen. When you look out a window. When you stare into a mirror (You are now rocking with) Open the window, and the Doors too, open both Doors and windows (Will I Am and Britney Bitch) Both are a source of movement A form of […]
April 8, 2013
Writing the art of Walking in slow motion While everyone flys past you You prove yourself as a distance That they can’t get to You are a star a bright constellation All of us World players In trouble shooting Us poets and us dreamers Don’t need your approval To do what we do While you […]
April 7, 2013
Whats poetry, to me, but a world where doors open and never close, as long as your free prose, keeps going, and as long as their is ink in the pen, there is steam in the engine I dont need a month, I appreciate it but poetry is my vocation took a vacation, and damn […]
April 5, 2013
Sweating Waiting for the breeze To take me away From these city streets Listening to Emcees And Dreaming of beaches Feeling free as I walk My mind is on weekend mode Start the vehicle Listening to the rose that grew from concrete My little cheat sheet of emcees I’d like to be The three on […]
April 5, 2013
Oh how the t frightens me Crazy mc writing next to two ladies Listening to count bass d Damn goes the auto correct I might mean nothing at work or on the train But on the mic I earn respect I wish I could disappear into thin air reappear with no fear, make my name […]
February 27, 2013
When I feel like I’m blocked I have to slow down and think I begin to write a free prose and then begin the thing I do, and what relieves my pain. Writing to release my soul back on this fucking train. Wish I could talk to you. I do this for me. And sometimes […]
October 11, 2012
See this is a scene Where dreams take shape Shift like riots on tv Where the walrus speaks And says. “We are nothing but arms and legs We are nothing but spikes and pegs” Drugs and dreads “We are nothing but what we say we said And what we did.” “We are nothing but a […]
July 29, 2012
Punk Fish it is a lazy sunday, in my boxers listening to cash and kinks kind of day, a soulful sunday listening to the sounds of silence and loneliness, the sounds of Music. I can’t stand silence but I love the sound of it. I dream a little dream i sing to the lepers and […]
July 19, 2012
I listen to each synapse spark in both my minds, and both my hearts In all eight ventricles, I feel the blood mix with the ink I feel the music saturate my soul. and it feels good. When i feel like this, the chemical abyss turns into a longing kiss I feel on my eyelids […]
May 25, 2012
Listening to Leonard Cohen He is one person I’d like to meet I don’t know how I found him But he changed my life And the way I write He makes me want to wear suits And find Buddha To show mercy To us and the world That I still don’t understand
May 24, 2012
I’m blocked again friend Writing was my first mistake Following up my second Cause my mind is premium I want to live my life unleaded I want to be heading in the right direction I want to be headed every minute of the morning Get it, If you don’t don’t worry your just like me, […]
May 21, 2012
Here I go with an awful first sentence and a sickness either the pen I ink with or the mind I think with usually drips down too quick, get motion sickness take a breath with my rhythm wish list goes a drum beat drumming a beat to get the witnesses eyes wide open, heart beat […]
May 9, 2012
On the block a writer sits on a park bench What’s left he thinks What’s left to write I wrote to describe love I found my wife I wrote during troubled times Found where my passion lies I wrote to find solitude I found a smile inside that still shines I wrote to find family […]
May 4, 2012
Writers block Walking through mid time traffic I see many worlds unfold That was the first lines of a poem I wrote so long ago Before I had mic control Had it and lost it Trying to reclaim the throne Trying to write with prescription thinking Trying to write like Ritalin Making you think like […]
March 30, 2012
Damn It’s hot in this jacket. Tried time trials Ran the miracle mile Turned the corner Showed my smile Changed my style Ran around loose like a spring unwound Like a dog in a pound I am caged Lost and found myself Like a liar Ran around with pants on fire Put em out like […]
March 29, 2012
When I walk I walk in circles When I write I find my purpose To spit free verses To make something Gold, and at best bronze But without a doubt I finish strong Always on But you know what That’s not the truth When I feel like this, yeah I’m bullet proof But as the […]
March 28, 2012
Shin splints Turning 32 Losing everything But giving it back To you Writing in a Boston mind set Letting the sunshine in a little bit at a time Hobbled onto the bus today Sometimes I feel like There’s no reason left to try But though my pain in my legs I still can breathe through […]
March 27, 2012
On the train again People always staring Me always staring back Diverting my eyes to keep Polite Brain music Finding my thoughts again Letting the ink out my veins Onto the page let it out onto the stage Let my pain out or just conceal it Rain Falls on a Boston town Silent Today we […]
March 27, 2012
Wishing (to be) Well Writing like a backyard BBQ trying to get the fire started and let the smoke breathe in new air I will not admit defeat Writers block hit me in the back seat Each rhyme sounds worse then the next Each word smells of failure I just want green pastures And black […]
March 15, 2012
Damn I sucked tonight Horrible on the mic I don’t think I like my voice Doesn’t sound right Maybe it was the microphone Maybe it was the band Nah they were tight I think it was just me I don’t sound right I’m sick of trying to make it happen Theres no love in rhythm […]
March 11, 2012
12:30 I eat begin to choke But still can breathe fine 1:00 Still choking Can’t really concentrate 1:15 go to puke nonchalantly 1:20 Sit back in my chair 1:23 Tell friend I think i’m choking. 1:30 Go back and puke some more 1:35 Call Lisa 1:40 Feel light headed 1:42 Begin to get nervous 1:43 […]
February 12, 2012
The Grammy’s In 500 words or less What can I say about the Grammys. The night started off with a wonderful prayer to the late great Whitney Houston, and it was beautiful. I have to say that L.L Cool J, started off the show with a great vibe. And though there were a […]
April 16, 2013
Reblogged from a beautifully twisted story: Boston, look between the spaces At the high places Between the ball bearings God within our midst is sharing Words, friend to get your bearings Boston, hate tried to end your race Love answered hate and showed its face People aiding strangers Maybe even the bomb maker Compassion was […]
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