Yawn

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

hollow eyes

empty leaking portals
to a life
hidden
away from

all others

Covered with a smile
with a perpetual lie

that everything is alright

that life goes on

behind hollow eyes.

Monday, January 23, 2006

The Dream

One day I will wake up
One day it will be true
One day I will wake up
With my body close to you

One day when the time is right
One day the dream will end
One day when the time is right
Will my life begin again

One day is too far away
One day might never come
One day is too far away
Why can't Monday be then.

Friday, January 06, 2006

I Wonder...

what this world would be like
if the summer was cool
and the winter warm
if plants never died
and always stayed just as green
as on the other side of the fence
if life was too long
and death always painless
would life be worth living
would the world be so beautiful

Monday, December 26, 2005

Insomniac's Woe

I sit and stare through walls of life, warmth and hospitality
I sit and stare into the dark night that swallows these walls
I sit and stare thinking not of the night, nor of the bitter cold
I sit and stare watching my life on the stage of my mind

I laugh at the jokes
I cry with the sorrows
I long for the moment
When peace can come

I sit and I stare waiting always waiting
I sit and I stare knowing never knowing
I sit and I stare weeping insides weeping
I sit and I stare failing to show my care

The Storyteller

I write stories
I weave tales
from the threads of
my life
your life
our lives together

apart

I twist the threads into yarn
to be tosseled this way and that
entangled with itself and others
until the many are one
and the one is shaped
recognizable
and clear

filled with hidden lies

Adaptations of the truth
Adaptations of the way things
are
were
will be
As ever changing
and clearly defined as
this storyteller's life

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

A Single Snowflake

As the snow gently falls beyond my window
My eyes gaze out through the frosty glass
And watch a single piece of icy fluff
On its journey toward the earth below

I would watch every flake
But my eyes do not possess that power
They remain focused on one
The one that fell from the heavens for me to see

Thursday, December 08, 2005

German Mutterings

Ja, ich könnte auf Deutsch schreiben.
Ich glaube, dass ich gut bin, aber ich wüsste das wirklich nicht.

Hier und da wird man etwas auf Deutsch finden.
Jetzt kennst du das.

Morgen

Mit jeden Tag
Dass vor mir geht
Bin ich ein Jahr älter
Wie ich war.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

For Gretchen

I will smile and laugh
For her sake
I will write this
But I doubt this will bring
A smile to her face
Or welcome joy back to my heart

Breaking Free

A ring of clutter traps me
Surrounds me and keeps me at these keys
Holds me to these thoughts
Mocks me with its presence
Gazes up in defiance
And I sit staring
through a screen
through time
through my life
Looking for something
Sometime when I knew
That I could break free
From the ring of clutter

Clockwise

Silently, my clock passes time.
I likewise watch life move before my blinking face.

The Bottle

Is an empty bottle truely empty?
Can it then be filled again?
Why is my heart any different from that empty bottle?
Can I remove the cap and let love back in?
Will I?

Half

A slow harmony
Played alone
Without a melody
And through its chords
Fall tears

Name: Matt

A note on my poems I write for no man or woman I write for no rhyme scheme or for any other scheme for that matter I write to feel when I feel like writing Words flow and emotions rise And if at the end of the night they remain I continue to write I pour my soul into these short stanzas And in return they remove my sorrow Remove me from the darkest emotions And let me relive the brightest By putting them here I give myself a reason to write The workings of my head And record them for my enjoyment I do not mean to be selfish here But that is why I write Not for you Not for anyone But to express the emotions To express myself In a way I know

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