Music is a powerful thing.
She laid, hoping to sleep.
She had her headphones in.
The music took her somewhere
No dream could.
The sounds, the lyrics,
Each flowing directly to he drums,
Took her away from the world
For just long enough
So that she'd feel
Overwhelming joy.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
You invited me out
With your best friend.
I rejected because I only
Wanted to hang out
With you.
You stopped texting me.
I assumed you got high.
In return, I got drunk.
I stumbled into the shower,
And the memories flooded
Into my mind.
This is the type of relationship
I fear the most.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Kiss clash and love sparks
Explode old philosophy
Claw the new romance
-
Sad in the branches
It’s just rainy day writing
Tears are flying birds
© Matthew Goff
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
I look back.
A dad, a sister, a brother, a mom.
Moving five, seven, no, thirteen times.
A father gone,
A sister to school.
Another stepdad,
No three boyfriends.
Of all, two criminals.
I look back more.
Three, four, school districts.
You promised one final.
Promise not kept.
I’m sixteen.
My first car, breaks.
My second car, breaks.
My third car, Mom breaks.
One, three, four attempts.
Goodnight.
I break; But looking back
It could have been worse.
No dad, no mom;
Just brother and sister.
At least I have three.
Goodnight.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
paint me
&
persuade me
touch me
&
degrade me
crown my smitten soul
&
mark me muse worthy
so i may be ridden
of your ruthless romance
&
cast queen upon your
rose quartz heart
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
Write one line at a time.
Don't stress.
You'll come back with better ideas.
Or maybe sometimes,
it is best to leave
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Ironic isn't it
The eyes looking back today
We're the same eyes I hate to look at
Ones filled with anger
With a hatred for those living
Harsh eyes
The smooth lines sharpening
The bags growing just a bit darker
More pronounced
The scowl slowly becoming permanent
I can't even say I wish this would stop
Because I didn't see it until the gallows
We're upon me
The noose drawn around my neck
You never notice the things you wish you never did
Until it's far to late
To even wish to change them
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
I want something that I cannot have. I cannot have it because I don't truly know what it is. I've seen it polished and propped as if it were on display and I've heard the stories of how much time and effort it took to make it look as such. But I want it. I want love. I want the idea of it at least.
I want the fights brought about by events simpler and less important than the time we wasted to have them. I want to be pained by the sight of her pain and know that the feeling of knives piercing my chest when I see her cry is there because I would literally drive them there myself, if only to prevent her tears.
I want our laughs to intertwine over the smallest things and our conversations to stretch our minds over the biggest. I want to see you sleep at night and I'll smile because I know that you're finally at peace. And I want you to smile when you wake up because you know that I'm fighting to make your reality better than your dreams.
I want love. I want romantic love, I want crazy love. I want passion. I want to pick you up in my arms and in that brief present get lost in your presence. I want to be in you when I am in you and have you wish that I would stay forever. I want to be in your heart and mind, and I want our love to be torturous and blind.
I just want love. I want the idea of it at least.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
.
The steady heart !
The earthen drum !
)(
we gather !
LOVE ! .... ( the only power )
~~~~~
as the human race .... We are dying
Will you respond !?
•
Personal romance and the poems about it
Seem now so very infantile
So de -evolutionary
So stupidly animalistic
And simplistic
•
We are the human beings !
)(
Gird your ***** !
We fight !!!!!
)?(
The great tyranny !
( it is here )
""
Let us put down our comic books !
And see the world
And see each other
As we really are
.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
So far in life,
I've had three moms.
One biological, two honorary.
I've had two dads.
One biological, the other honorary.
To be fair, I love all but one.
All but one have watched
Me soar, and helped find myself.
Each member of my family
But one,
Have shaped me into who I have become.
Yet I can only focus on the one who destroyed me.
**** you dad (biological).
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC