I rot in this black hole,
Look out at the black night,
Living with my black soul,
Loved you with all my might,
All directions I'm pulled,
Everyday I must fight,
The blackness is so cold,
No lights ever seem bright,
Nothing's shiny as gold,
All black; there is no light
With Lucifer you're lulled,
You forget wrong from right,
Evil sayings you're told,
Out of mind, out of sight,
I can't do i; I fold,
I can't handle this plight.
02/04/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
These are the poems and writings of Mike DeLoe, wrongfully convicted and innocently incarcerated for over three years. This poetry may not be the type that is bright and happy but is the thoughts and feelings of a young man sitting in a prison for a crime that never happened. He welcomes comments and feedback and the comments will be forwarded onto him. To learn more about Mike and his story, please visit www.justiceformike.net. Thank you, MaryAnn Lubas Mother
Thursday, February 9, 2012
In My Head
The evil beings are in my head, always whispering "You're better off dead!
Your family will have more bread." In this life "You'll never get ahead."
That's the message these demons fed, while feeding off the thoughts in my head
They've planted seeds of doubt and watched them spread, until it was me who said,
"We'll all be better off with me dead."
02/03/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
Your family will have more bread." In this life "You'll never get ahead."
That's the message these demons fed, while feeding off the thoughts in my head
They've planted seeds of doubt and watched them spread, until it was me who said,
"We'll all be better off with me dead."
02/03/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
I'm Done
I gave you my trust and you betrayed me,
I gave you all my love and you played me.
I never thought you could be so shady,
Way back when I thought you were my lady.
I don't know you now, feel like you hate me,
Only answer my calls to placate me,
You're a brand new person as of lately,
You made me believe you loved me greatly.
But now in life you don't even rate me,
You never take time to contemplate me.
Doubt you've ever been faithful, but maybe,
I did all I can do, I'm done now baby.
02/02/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
I gave you all my love and you played me.
I never thought you could be so shady,
Way back when I thought you were my lady.
I don't know you now, feel like you hate me,
Only answer my calls to placate me,
You're a brand new person as of lately,
You made me believe you loved me greatly.
But now in life you don't even rate me,
You never take time to contemplate me.
Doubt you've ever been faithful, but maybe,
I did all I can do, I'm done now baby.
02/02/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
Crazy
Here I sit trying to compose, in my composition composing prose.
All I know is the Lord knows, my mind and heart I can't compose.
I can no longer sit and take it, no longer can I smile and fake it.
Tried to fake it 'till I make it, who am I faking, I just can't take it.
This isn't the life for me, no future is bright for me.
If happiness is not be be, praying Death will come for me.
She loves me, she loves me not. She remember? Or has she forgot.
Forgot our future and all we want.
She loved me then, but now its not.
I feel like I'm going crazy, vision blurred....kind of hazy.
Why do I feel as if you all hate me? Is it me?
Or have I gone crazy?
01/28/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
Thin Line
Love, hate, hate and love; A thin line indeed,
If you're catching feelings, careful how you proceed,
Some women will crush your heart just to watch it bleed,
Then stomp on your chest 'till it's hard to breathe,
She may even lie, steal, cheat and deceive,
Feed you bullshit 'till you start to believe,
You begin to think her love's all you need,
These are a few things these women will feed,
First you love then hate; A thin line indeed
01/19/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
"Untitled"
As I sit in this hell, where I dwell, I'm not well.
Demons in my brain, I'm going insane.
You can't tell?
I'm running on E, can't you see, this ain't me.
Wishing for death, with each and every breath.
It can't be.
I look back and cry, ask God why, the hell I can't die.
I tried. Did my best, now I need rest.
Tell mom bye.
Going crazy in here, have a fear, of year after year.
Things won't be righted, I've been slighted,
Not another tear
01/12/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
Demons in my brain, I'm going insane.
You can't tell?
I'm running on E, can't you see, this ain't me.
Wishing for death, with each and every breath.
It can't be.
I look back and cry, ask God why, the hell I can't die.
I tried. Did my best, now I need rest.
Tell mom bye.
Going crazy in here, have a fear, of year after year.
Things won't be righted, I've been slighted,
Not another tear
01/12/2012
Written and Copyrighted by Mike DeLoe
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