Matthew-A-Cain - Hello Poetry

We used to sit on our kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets, It was quiet then. surrounded by fields of flours In between timers, we ate off-cuts from cakes. we talked about school and relationships, family, and Chocolate stained our hands, as we licked spatulas clean. tried to right our childhood memories in Swiss frosting– sweet and sensory overwhelming our inheritance of perception. While sharing raspberry **** filling. at 2 a.m. Angel cake– soft and cloud-like my breath, felt less weighed down by Strawberry compote drizzled heartbreaking rejections. We cried over a bowl of hand-whipped cream topped by hard-fought lessons of youthful blunders, and fresh-cut strawberries. I still sit on my kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets and Wondering if you’re missing dough with extra brown sugar in our conversations about Dark, milk, or sometimes semi-sweet chocolate chip dreams of our futures and what we wanted to be and all the Cookies baked to perfection.

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Feb 5

Feb 5, 2026 at 12:58 AM UTC

Where did the words go?

We used to sit on our kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets, It was quiet then. surrounded by fields of flours In between timers, we ate off-cuts from cakes. we talked about school and relationships, family, and Chocolate stained our hands, as we licked spatulas clean. tried to right our childhood memories in Swiss frosting– sweet and sensory overwhelming our inheritance of perception. While sharing raspberry **** filling. at 2 a.m. Angel cake– soft and cloud-like my breath, felt less weighed down by Strawberry compote drizzled heartbreaking rejections. We cried over a bowl of hand-whipped cream topped by hard-fought lessons of youthful blunders, and fresh-cut strawberries. I still sit on my kitchen floor at 2 a.m. Snacking on sweets and Wondering if you’re missing dough with extra brown sugar in our conversations about Dark, milk, or sometimes semi-sweet chocolate chip dreams of our futures and what we wanted to be and all the Cookies baked to perfection.

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She had a porcelain complexion But make no objection She was perfection She had soft doe eyes And a smile that could light up the night Sometimes We would lie awake Stay up late Talking till the morning started peaking through my stupid shades Her soul was truthful It was beautiful But somewhere along the line someone broke her so now she tries to hide Behind Little thin white lies And a harsh abbrassive guise In reality She loves deeply, Softly And completely But I never loved her because she couldn't let me

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC

Broken girl

She had a porcelain complexion But make no objection She was perfection She had soft doe eyes And a smile that could light up the night Sometimes We would lie awake Stay up late Talking till the morning started peaking through my stupid shades Her soul was truthful It was beautiful But somewhere along the line someone broke her so now she tries to hide Behind Little thin white lies And a harsh abbrassive guise In reality She loves deeply, Softly And completely But I never loved her because she couldn't let me

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She fell hard for the man in the dark Wondered if he would come visit her soon someday She cried for a while, as she lied awake With her heart full of scars Wishing he would come take her away Then a wild idea formed in her head If he weren’t coming, then she would go to him With a blade in her hand she had the perfect plan She set the mood with hero in her soul and sang this little hymn Oh come now the man of my dreams The one I see when I sleep Hold me close and we’ll run away Setting my old life ablaze Oh come now speak softly to me My heart is heavy and my soul is weary This life has gotten my best And it has given me its worst Oh Come now and hold me still In your arms I’ll take my rest I swear I’ll never have my fill With you there is no contest The room blurred and the blood ran red As she fell to the floor She saw the shadow man come to the door As she took her last breathe

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC

Dangerous Thoughts

She fell hard for the man in the dark Wondered if he would come visit her soon someday She cried for a while, as she lied awake With her heart full of scars Wishing he would come take her away Then a wild idea formed in her head If he weren’t coming, then she would go to him With a blade in her hand she had the perfect plan She set the mood with hero in her soul and sang this little hymn Oh come now the man of my dreams The one I see when I sleep Hold me close and we’ll run away Setting my old life ablaze Oh come now speak softly to me My heart is heavy and my soul is weary This life has gotten my best And it has given me its worst Oh Come now and hold me still In your arms I’ll take my rest I swear I’ll never have my fill With you there is no contest The room blurred and the blood ran red As she fell to the floor She saw the shadow man come to the door As she took her last breathe

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If love is a drug than I don't want it. cause I got a gypsy soul for leaving and a mothers heart for scars in need of healing If love is a drug than I don't want it. Because I got no self control, An addict mind and habits ages old

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Nov 13, 2017

Nov 13, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC

Love is a Drug

If love is a drug than I don't want it. cause I got a gypsy soul for leaving and a mothers heart for scars in need of healing If love is a drug than I don't want it. Because I got no self control, An addict mind and habits ages old

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The morning after is always quiet, as she works tirelessly Burying her thoughts and her words in her work While he sits emotionless, purposefully oblivious Lying to himself that the bottle isn’t a problem His eyes have certain emptiness inside She plays strong but could cry on the drop of a dime I try and hide, make myself small stay outa sight A childhood defensive technique, trying not to die Ya fight night bell ringing Downstairs as they screaming Crowd of two crying Cause these walls ain’t thick enough The music ain’t loud enough The cuts ain’t deep enough To drown out the voices Cause long after they stop They’ll ring out Inside my mind, I try not to fall back in time Hands shaking, eyes crying, lips lying, mind wishing It would all be all right; things would work out, and in the morning I would wake from this dreadful dream of mine.

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Aug 15, 2017

Aug 15, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC

Quiet Mornings

The morning after is always quiet, as she works tirelessly Burying her thoughts and her words in her work While he sits emotionless, purposefully oblivious Lying to himself that the bottle isn’t a problem His eyes have certain emptiness inside She plays strong but could cry on the drop of a dime I try and hide, make myself small stay outa sight A childhood defensive technique, trying not to die Ya fight night bell ringing Downstairs as they screaming Crowd of two crying Cause these walls ain’t thick enough The music ain’t loud enough The cuts ain’t deep enough To drown out the voices Cause long after they stop They’ll ring out Inside my mind, I try not to fall back in time Hands shaking, eyes crying, lips lying, mind wishing It would all be all right; things would work out, and in the morning I would wake from this dreadful dream of mine.

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What kind of man, do you think I am What do you see when you look at me Would you call me your own when I stand before the throne I wanna know I have to know When I look in the mirror all is see is the mistakes I've made I see sins and transgressions that lead me away I see broken peaces held together with strings I hold you to your promises But I don't keep my word I let the world seep in And to the outside I play pretend So I ask, what kind of man do you think I am So what do you see when you look at me Most importantly, Would you call me your own when I stand before your throne I have to know Give me the strength to know Its killing me If you see me the way I see Then let Jesus stand before me His blood washing me clean God let me be a man empowered by thee Lord break my heart for what breaks yours Emanuel please walk with me. Walk with me Walk with me Walk with me And we will go and see

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Jul 26, 2017

Jul 26, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC

Am I worthy?

What kind of man, do you think I am What do you see when you look at me Would you call me your own when I stand before the throne I wanna know I have to know When I look in the mirror all is see is the mistakes I've made I see sins and transgressions that lead me away I see broken peaces held together with strings I hold you to your promises But I don't keep my word I let the world seep in And to the outside I play pretend So I ask, what kind of man do you think I am So what do you see when you look at me Most importantly, Would you call me your own when I stand before your throne I have to know Give me the strength to know Its killing me If you see me the way I see Then let Jesus stand before me His blood washing me clean God let me be a man empowered by thee Lord break my heart for what breaks yours Emanuel please walk with me. Walk with me Walk with me Walk with me And we will go and see

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They say we’re crazy Chasing stupid millennial dreams Too far fetched they seem and sometimes we agree But secretly we hope and pray they become reality Excuse the interruption but does this sound familiar for anybody else? “Big house on its second mortgage, and a camper for when we feel like downsizing prison. Cars each on a different loan, manicured lawn because we must show status in everything we own. Monday, he cheated with the bottle and she cheated in her heart Tuesday, sister came home late, crying her eyes out because the arms of her last lover were just like her fathers. Wednesday was surprisingly peaceful, but unnerving, as sunny days were far and few between and I was thinking this was just the calm before the storm. Thursday I saw father sitting on the floor his last straw a piece of paper "final notice" printed in red Friday mother sat in the car for an extra twenty minutes starring blankly at the door contemplating her life Saturday was fight night Sunday we went to church and pretended it was all alright” I’m sorry if my pursuit in life is simply this: Happiness. If it looks like a retrofitted van and I live like a *** because I never want to fight about little green men Or, if it was a tiny home that her and I could reasonably afford on land far away from the city lights and temptations that come at night You could say It’s something about the fights we could hear through thick walls that drove us mad inside And now we chase peace and calm, love and happiness, through any means Because that’s something that cannot be bought despite our parents thoughts.

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC

Millennial Dreams

They say we’re crazy Chasing stupid millennial dreams Too far fetched they seem and sometimes we agree But secretly we hope and pray they become reality Excuse the interruption but does this sound familiar for anybody else? “Big house on its second mortgage, and a camper for when we feel like downsizing prison. Cars each on a different loan, manicured lawn because we must show status in everything we own. Monday, he cheated with the bottle and she cheated in her heart Tuesday, sister came home late, crying her eyes out because the arms of her last lover were just like her fathers. Wednesday was surprisingly peaceful, but unnerving, as sunny days were far and few between and I was thinking this was just the calm before the storm. Thursday I saw father sitting on the floor his last straw a piece of paper "final notice" printed in red Friday mother sat in the car for an extra twenty minutes starring blankly at the door contemplating her life Saturday was fight night Sunday we went to church and pretended it was all alright” I’m sorry if my pursuit in life is simply this: Happiness. If it looks like a retrofitted van and I live like a *** because I never want to fight about little green men Or, if it was a tiny home that her and I could reasonably afford on land far away from the city lights and temptations that come at night You could say It’s something about the fights we could hear through thick walls that drove us mad inside And now we chase peace and calm, love and happiness, through any means Because that’s something that cannot be bought despite our parents thoughts.

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Angel Eyes with the Devil living inside would you leave me be because I can't sleep I lie awake at night with you on my mind replaying the time when you kissed me under the sheets

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC

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Angel Eyes with the Devil living inside would you leave me be because I can't sleep I lie awake at night with you on my mind replaying the time when you kissed me under the sheets

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I loved you and I never lied We walked the nights under neon lights, and you showed me the other side of life We ran wild and crazy through the streets, then crashed hard and talked real deep Oh and you kissed me under the sheets You made me feel alive And you were a breath of fresh air upon my lungs I thought for sure you were the one I was looking for all this time So we danced and dipped and sometimes tripped but we sang endless songs I loved you and I never lied But I’m sorry I chose to walk so blind You held me close but I felt alone and I couldn’t say exactly why, believe me I tried You gave me the love I never had but you tore me apart time and time and time again Oh and I only ever got half-truths and drunken confessions You broke my heart more than once You broke my trust half a dozen times So you cried those beautiful tears and we kissed to make up And I forgave you because I’m a sucker for those eyes But we crossed the line and for that I truly apologize I loved you and I never lied But you were killing me all the time So I said my last goodbye Moved out of state because I needed the space And now that I’m gone I’m glad I moved on I hope you’re doing well and I’m sorry you’re going through hell But the world has a way, and what goes around comes around, is what they say

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC

Truth from a "Liar"

I loved you and I never lied We walked the nights under neon lights, and you showed me the other side of life We ran wild and crazy through the streets, then crashed hard and talked real deep Oh and you kissed me under the sheets You made me feel alive And you were a breath of fresh air upon my lungs I thought for sure you were the one I was looking for all this time So we danced and dipped and sometimes tripped but we sang endless songs I loved you and I never lied But I’m sorry I chose to walk so blind You held me close but I felt alone and I couldn’t say exactly why, believe me I tried You gave me the love I never had but you tore me apart time and time and time again Oh and I only ever got half-truths and drunken confessions You broke my heart more than once You broke my trust half a dozen times So you cried those beautiful tears and we kissed to make up And I forgave you because I’m a sucker for those eyes But we crossed the line and for that I truly apologize I loved you and I never lied But you were killing me all the time So I said my last goodbye Moved out of state because I needed the space And now that I’m gone I’m glad I moved on I hope you’re doing well and I’m sorry you’re going through hell But the world has a way, and what goes around comes around, is what they say

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Standing in the doorway I see the man larger than life lying in the bed Tubes running from his hands and head. I had heard the news but couldn’t believe it was true. Sitting in the chair I listen to the familiar raspy voice, But it’s so weak and soft, everything this man is not. Tears brimming my eyes I hung my head low I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to wake from this terrible dream. I couldn’t bear the sight of this man weak and feeble I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him So I said he would be fine, just keep hanging on Before you know it we’ll be back to those projects left incomplete I’ll tell you then how much you mean to me I’ll say everything I always wanted you to know But not until you’re out of this white wall death lingering hell hole Standing in the doorway I saw the life slipping away But couldn’t accept what was right in front of me There is so much left unsaid but life is short is what they say I prayed that he would have more time that day But we all have to go soon or later I love you grandpa I don’t know if you realize it but you were like a father to me If it weren’t for you I would have walked a very different path I listened whenever you talked because I wanted to be just like you In fact if I can be half the man you were I would be proud of who I am I wish I had could have said what was on my mind But life is short and it was simply your time I love you but I must put my regrets to rest Say my final goodbye And though you’ll always be in my heart Your memory won’t have the painful sting of things left unsaid. I love you grandpa, Goodbye…

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC

Final Goodbyes

Standing in the doorway I see the man larger than life lying in the bed Tubes running from his hands and head. I had heard the news but couldn’t believe it was true. Sitting in the chair I listen to the familiar raspy voice, But it’s so weak and soft, everything this man is not. Tears brimming my eyes I hung my head low I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to wake from this terrible dream. I couldn’t bear the sight of this man weak and feeble I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him So I said he would be fine, just keep hanging on Before you know it we’ll be back to those projects left incomplete I’ll tell you then how much you mean to me I’ll say everything I always wanted you to know But not until you’re out of this white wall death lingering hell hole Standing in the doorway I saw the life slipping away But couldn’t accept what was right in front of me There is so much left unsaid but life is short is what they say I prayed that he would have more time that day But we all have to go soon or later I love you grandpa I don’t know if you realize it but you were like a father to me If it weren’t for you I would have walked a very different path I listened whenever you talked because I wanted to be just like you In fact if I can be half the man you were I would be proud of who I am I wish I had could have said what was on my mind But life is short and it was simply your time I love you but I must put my regrets to rest Say my final goodbye And though you’ll always be in my heart Your memory won’t have the painful sting of things left unsaid. I love you grandpa, Goodbye…

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