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Best Poems Written by Syn Michele

Below are the all-time best Syn Michele poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Dying To Be Pretty

I don’t care if I break my ankle in these heels
I wouldn’t care if I cracked a rib, I must look thin
I wouldn’t care if I had to eat two crackers a day
I’ll do anything to lose weight
I must be like all those pretty girls
On TV and magazines

I don’t care if I don’t pay my rent
I need a brand new outfit
I don’t mind if I have buy all the makeup
In the world, I must be one of those pretty girls
I won’t care if I have plastic surgery 
If I have to bleach my skin 
To lighten the shade
I’ll do whatever it takes to be pretty
On my grave stone, it may say
She who lies here lived to be pretty
She was dying to be pretty

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Black Heart

The words are stuck in my throat till I choke
I write through sorrow of words I never spoke
alone in a space that few will ever know
my heart has turned black from a soul that is broke
words of inspiration I sought to pull through
such words do not exist, I still have no clue
curses placed upon me, I drank the devil's brew
I have yet to discover my sins for such painful truths
whatever roads lie ahead is unnerving to ponder
fear of the unknown and dreams turned asunder
what a black heart it takes to remain in living form
perhaps in the next life a true beloved soul will be born

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A Killing In Color

I hold my breath until I turn blue
Swim across the ocean to get back to you
I slit my wrist till its bloody red
Would you love me more, if I cut my throat instead?
I dug a grave big enough for two
The black of night hides all the clues
The storm is coming the skies turn gray
Do you see what you’ve done, looking at my face?
I loved you more then you ever knew
All these purple bruises speak the truth
Dangerous love is all I have ever known
Dressed in all white your mind gets blown
You were such liar, a phony and a cheat
I can never change my color to make you stay with me
I was green with envy, I was so insecure
I was under your spell, but nevermore

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Cartoon Jamboree

We could fly away to a whole new world
Like Jasmine and Aladdin 
Futuristic life like the Jetsons
Would you climb to the highest tower and
Rescue me, like Prince Charming
A hero is what I seek, kind and true
Show me how much I mean to you

Beauty and beast lived a fairy tale
If only real life could end so well
One can only hope to be awakened like Snow White
And have a lasting love and feel completely alive
Marge and Homer managed to make it last
Just like the Flintstones in the past
Mickey and Minnie make a perfect pair
Will we say the same or will love fade in despair?

Cinderella had a fairy godmother to lead the way
I only have hope that I can find someone to stay
He-Man was so strong, Batman could do anything
In this world, there are no heroes only villainy
No family guys no more all-American dads
Just road runners chasing anything they can’t have
I’ve been turning inside out to get in touch with
All these emotions
I must have faith that my superman will find his way
To me and profess his devotion
But this all make believe, my own story of cartoons
In a Jamboree

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High Five

I must take a stand. I must stand firm in what I believe
I have been working at this firm for three years
And my boss insists we have a meeting every morning 
And this ritual has produced a habit I can no longer 
Tolerate. As soon as an employee enters the conference
Room she is standing by the table with her hand up expecting
Everyone to give her a high five. She is so fake with
Annoying laugh and her half assed attempt
At boosting morale. Yesterday she laid off 
Six employees and stood there smiling giving everyone 
of them a high five. I refuse to give in, I will not, no, I shall not
give her a high five. I purposefully fill my hands with items to
make it impossible. I am carrying an iPad, a clip board, folders
and a cup of coffee. I approach the conference room her 
assistant walks in and gives her a high five. I make my way in
walking swiftly, I pass her by motioning that my hands are full. 
Out of the corner of my eye I see her reaching for my coffee cup.

NO SHE DIDN’T

She says, “I need my high five.” I am holding my cup even tighter
Squeezing it until the top pops off and “accidently” splashes her
Hand. I fake concern while her assistant acts as if she has a third 
degree burns. I take my seat smiling on the inside. She didn’t get a 
high five and her high five hand is injured. At the end of the meeting
I walk pass her and she calls my out my name. I turn to see her
Non-injured hand in the air, she says
“I never got my high five”

To Be Continued…..

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Black Friday

I’ve been looking for him all my life it seems
On Monday, I met the man of my dreams
I follow him all around on Tuesday
He doesn’t notice me, he doesn’t look my way
I watch his every move
I find the things he likes to do
On Wednesday, I creep through his window
He’s not there, I lie on his bed and pillow
I feel like we’re so close
I’ll never let him go
In my mind, I see us with a family
I know it will never be
I take pictures of him on Thursday
People may think I’m crazy
One way or another he’ll belong to me
He never saw me coming on Friday
He didn’t suspect a thing
He will never have another girl 
If he can’t be with me 
I hate things have to end this way
With the last breath, he takes
He will finally see my face
I’ll miss him every day of the week
Especially on Friday

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High Five Part 2

I am now in a predicament. As I stand here watching 
my boss with her hand in the air waiting, just waiting
for a high five. I think quickly, I tell her I am getting
A cold and I don’t want to spread any germs. I walk 
out of the conference room and I honestly feel like skipping 
to my office. No high five for her!! The next morning
I get to work with every intention of milking this
“cold” for as long as possible. I check my email 
and my boss has the nerve to write that I should
stay home until I am over my cold, to prevent anyone 
else from getting sick. I know good and damn well this is
retaliation for not giving her a high five. I plan on going 
to her office to give her a piece of my mind. I get there 
and she is in tears. Her assistant says she was just fired for
reasons she doesn’t know yet. Her boss walks out her office
I immediately raise my hand to give him a high five.

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The Darkness

The darkness surrounds me 
I don’t know how it found me
It has been a cloak on my soul
For some time
It haunts me, it fills me
Now I’m afraid of the light 
The darkness, it needs me
It feeds me, it’s all I have in my life
I’m wrapped up in chains
I’m a slave to the feeling
How can I be in love with pain?
The darkness, it keeps me
I don’t know if I want to be free
The sight of light blinds me
It confuses me, it burns me
I am bound to the darkness
Like saints are bound to pray
On their knees
Like leaves are bound to die without trees
My soul is bound to the darkness
I will never leave

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Professional Liar

You must be the gambling type
You played your hand just right
You should be a cowboy
The you way you roped me in
Musicians should envy the way
You played me like a violin
I was cut so deep
You could be a surgeon 
You acted your role so well
You belong on Broadway
As far as I can tell
You had me spinning 
round and round
Like a prima ballerina
Until I hit the ground
You sold me a dream
A nightmare is what you gave me
Freddy Krueger is what 
You seem to be
You lie and lie, like a 
Professional

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Steve

I was dating a guy named Greg, it only lasted 
A few months, Greg was cheap
I mean really cheap
We rarely went out on dates 
Usually we went to my place and watch movies
One-day Greg came over and told him I was hungry
I asked him to go to Wendy’s, 
I want the Spicy chicken sandwich
Shortly he returns and hands me a bag
With nothing inside but the sandwich
He did not get the combo
He only got me the sandwich
He handed me a bag with nothing but 
A Sandwich
I’m hungry so I eat it, and quickly proceed
To tell him “it’s not working out between us”
We discuss it, but he realizes my mind is made up
As I push him to the door
About 2 months later I am with a friend at the beach
I turn my head and see Greg, he looks at me and looks away
He looks at me again and looks away
I notice he is holding someone’s hand
My friend asks “is that Greg? Who is that holding his hand”?
I tell my friend “His name is Steve”