Like It Was Before

By Michael Nguyen

This book acts as a pivotal role in my growth as a writer, while it explains the darker themes of life. It proves to be something of a anomaly because of the way it displays my information, which is in the way of later Elizabeth Bishop, with an overuse of alliteration and consonance producing a colorful array of words and phrases. In this way of writing it gives me a formula which acts as an advantage to write better and be a better poet. In other words, this book proves to be one of my best works as a writer and I hope the reader enjoys it just as much as I do.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Nov 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462064854

Michael Nguyen

Mike T. Nguyen, currently involved in an out-patient program in Costa Mesa, has a high school diploma and is working on a bachelor's degree in english at Irvine Valley College on his way to U.C.I. He has published two other books, The Black Book and Sifting Through the Ashes. He is single at the moment and lives in Woodbridge, Irvine. His family has a high caliber rate of being artistic. One brother is a photographer and the other a film maker, while his mother runs three restaurants. She supports us since we were little to explore music, making movies and causing a raucous with the freedom to do what ever we want.

Book preview

Flower Space Motion

Visceral vacant vacuums and smooth coarse skin

Touchable tea delicatables and china on the walls

Earthquakes awakening the island off the street

Visual hallucinations haunt my rhythms

Vacations to a place of edible escape

We shoot to the skies and back in an allergic reaction

Fast movements remove the others aside

Second guessing the genetics of a gruesome newborn

Can’t keep up with the cover up transaction

The color stays on into the slumber and morning

Regrets from last night with a headache cure

Space dead head revolving in perfect slow motion

Lonely stars with no one to be with

The spotlight shines for them

Millions of night time torches lighting the way

A plot stands ready for a closed group of farmers

They stretch the profits and harvest to an equal amount

Sighs of rest and wanting more from the night

Fake daydreams waiting for the actual dream itself

Spring forwards to the depths of ground

Chalked up in dirt from the shoes on up

The light shines in the window from passing cars

Closed intimacy and mutually exclusive ties

Bound by the wrists in a better structured relationship

Paper airplanes from a youth yet remembered

Forget those times but nostalgia stands as a blockade

Diving into it is worth it

But what is left is just

Touch the Hand

Two hundred cigarettes piled on a fiery ashtray

Touch the hand that dealt you the ring

Tomatoes and rotten ways of cooking them

Silence the cook with more than other plans

Give in to the jock strap towels

Showers for the active boys

Bouncing castles care for the cadaver electrocutions

Careful greetings to smug exhausted machines

Barking dogs and dodgy knees

Each quadrant explored and enamored

Shaking gavels slam to the tempo

Sex on the rocks between here and the