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lonesomebigmike · 1 year
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My grandfather, 17 maple trees tall
Stubble ridden, stained second shift shirt
Nudges me towards a Quick Trip counter top
He growls something barely audible as I sneak a second bag of candy onto the counter
He is getting too old for my shit,
But cannot begrudge my newfound love of root beer barrels and red and white vaporwave
He tells me only 11 year olds can have coffee
I am 10 years old
My grandfather, 13 maple trees tall
Teeth clacking on sugar free hard candy
Pins my hand to the arm of his recliner with a deep chuckle
He grins at me and hugs me tight
He feels my strength in me years before I do
We never arm wrestle again
I am 14 years old
My grandfather laughs at me as I fall off the wooden swing as he exits the house, my page in the book forgotten
He limps towards the garage
I limp after him
I am 18 years old
My grandfather is fading.
I call
He says " Hi Mike!" with the same enthusiasm as all 27 years prior
He has 15 days left
I am
For the first time
too old
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z-is-very-tired · 8 months
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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).
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dbaydenny · 4 years
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LonesomeBigMike
He picks up his pen
and we are not so lonesome
when we read the words.
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D W Eldred
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dirtysouthpawpoetry · 6 years
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@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
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imperiallefty · 5 years
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He doesn't associate with spineless cowards such as the monsters who hid underneath childhood beds.
15-word myth #40: @lonesomebigmike
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buttonpoetry · 6 years
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@lonesomebigmike, “10 Things You Should Know If We Date”. Watch Michael’s full poem!
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disarmlove · 6 years
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“Seven days, seven black and white photos of your daily life. No explanation, no people. Ask a friend to join in every day.” @lonesomebigmike
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she-wears-glasses · 7 years
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Alphabet Soup
Thanks for tagging me @madworlddiary !
Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you'd like to get to know better. Age: 22 Birthplace: Narnia Current time: 10:37 PM Drink you last had: water Easiest person to talk to: God, my family and a few close friends. Favorite song: sit still, look pretty by Daya. Very hard question but this is a song that I play the most. Grossest memory: fixing up a house that didn't have running water. Pluming issues. Hogwarts house: Huffle Puff In love: not in love at all. Jealous of people: sometimes but not as much as I used to be. Killed anyone: never. Love at first sight or should I walk by again: Now I was lost on this one I'll admit. I think it's possible to fall in love at first sight or at least see that the person is really special but I've personally haven't had a love at first sight kinda moment more like a "this person seems really different and special and I want to get to know him more" sort of feeling. Middle name: ain't this going to to be a disappointing response. Number of siblings: 1 One wish: to accomplish what God wants me to do. I don't really have any wishes but that's been in my thoughts recently. Person you last called: my dad. Question you are always asked: "what's your major and what do you want to do with your degree?" Reasons to smile: God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, my family, my friends, my education, my hobbies, my passions, the list goes on. I have a lot of reasons to smile and be thankful for. Song you last sang: Don't go breaking my heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee Time you woke up: 6:40AM Underwear color: pink Vacation destination: either France, Italy, Spain, or New Zealand. Worst habit: I'm very bad with remembering names. It's something I want to work on. X-Rays: lungs one time Your favorite food: breakfast food! Zodiac sign: Virgo
Tagging: @christophermcgeownwriting @byronicdreamwalker @lonesomebigmike @bleedinginkpoetry @rarasworldbro @tafkas77 @renaudcr7 @sonador-reveur @drearydaffodil @anotherboywhowrites
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zombieconvent-blog · 7 years
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Is he that cute in real life? And what's his middle name? He wouldn't answer me :(
@lonesomebigmike the world may never know
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mostlymissguided · 6 years
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Do you know lonesomebigmike?
I do ♡ He's a lovely poet and an even lovelier human.
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lonesomebigmike · 6 months
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Patchwork Hearts
There is a piece of me on Simcoe
And a piece of me in town
A piece of me in the hospital boilerroom
Trying to work without burning down
A piece of me in the country
Reading under the trees
A piece of me on the internet
Seeding thunder in other's dreams
A piece of me in the rusted halls
That reek of iron and blood
The same piece that answers the call
Come the trouble or the flood
The delayed decay of mourning
Keeps hostages of a few
Of the pieces that belong to me
That should belong to you
Pieces bloom or die, but a sum sings to a man
Their stitches ripped, misfits get shipped
Or fed to the flash in the pan
Like the first bacon surrendered to cook the rest
The homework we do before the test
The peace ripped from my chest
Bred the warmth in my breast
That paved room for
"I have a few spots left"
For you its not empty space
Some grew back and some grew grace
Some grew new stitches in their place
I have the ones of yours
I feed and water them with the cat
I make them do their chores
I help them grow and make sure that
They go right next to mine
And sing in kind when overjoyed or bored
A patchwork heart is fine
Compared to a heart thats been ignored
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dirtysouthpawpoetry · 6 years
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@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
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lonesomebigmike · 2 days
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Spare me
For you have killed me twice already
The boy I was
The man I couldve been
Thrown down to doom for a taste of your ecstacy
A moonlit sky and a promise of another
A crooning frog and the hospice of a third me
Painting candlelight with a thousand different gothic inks
A thousand links to sunflowers and weeds
To the cold showers and needs
To the musty pages and storyfueled rages
The mutiny of your silence in a city street
I can hear your heartbeat in the busstop
Taste your succor in the locked archive
Every shade of black another adventure
I can feel the keys in my sleep
The jingles fading as my eyes break their fast
Our lips have locked for minutes
Not lifetimes across the stars
But I would give you every single minute I have left
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lonesomebigmike · 2 months
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Sweet lover
Tastes of home cooked
Oh honey
Smells like lovers abuzz
And
A fine man
My flesh, my heart, my ribs
For the breeze of your laugh
Tickles across my throat
Oh dear
Looks like we can rest here
Share our books and let the world atone
Feels in my oversized bones
Like we made or are
A little bit, maybe, home
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lonesomebigmike · 2 months
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And he is
Tired again
He tells me of the fires in his
Loves and friends
And how they sit beside him
Theyre his
Only kin
They maintain and sustain his
Will to live
He is so tired, hes come so far he
Wont give in
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lonesomebigmike · 7 months
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A weeks end ghost
Lips crushed against regret
The things we need, we make the most
Trying to get just a little closer
As we bury the closure
Of a five day old me
You cant help but scold me
For wasting the last days
Cause of death: papercut
From the delta ticket home
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