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matthew-j-dourow
matthew-j-dourow
Maybe I'm a dreamer...
Don’t be sorry For the small things the large things Don’t be sorry, I am sorry For the way my Heart’s strings pull On yours I just want to hear, our chord again I’m sorry for all the tears that stain my journal Whose heat burns my cheeks reminding me of my passion fur Du I’m sorry for gazing at the Stars, they remind me of your eyes So don’t be sorry and I shouldn’t be either…
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
Im Sorry
I miss you More than a drowning sailor Misses the oxygen that gives life Misses the land that supports You are my oxygen You are my land I miss You
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Drowning
sip...sip...sip...sip...sip still too hot, I say to myself sip..sip..sip..sip finally cool enough time to drink the warm elixir in no time, there is nothing left I rise to reach pouring till there is nothing, dregs even this is too hot wait...wait... wait...wait... finally I may drink till there is nothing, dregs lazily floating in my cup as lethargically as a resorts lazy river again I rise to reach there's is nothing left, to show now but my shaky hands maybe I should have made tea instead...
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
Coffee
The nameless sensation That only occurs As your hands dance across my back For a moment, the stars look away Giving us privacy As we preform our awkward dance Bodies locked together, an intricate puzzle Step and sway, step and sway, and slip Gentle fall on rough asphalt Astride me now A playful grin widens across your face All I feel is your weight Crushing the air from my lungs In the most wonderful way Our ribs connected Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale Is all I care to think about as we breathe in time to each other Giggles and fanciful conversations As we intimately entangle ourselves Virgo reminds us that every night comes to an end Making sense of whose limbs are where Carefully as we rise For a final dance
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
The Night Before
I don't know where to begin The End? The end is the Grave The Start? The start is the Cradle As my options thin Maybe the Middle? The middle is Now Now is Alive Alive is not Dead Alive means you have a Head Having a head means you can think Make a Choice Dead or Alive I'll take Life Life is Now Applause, applause Make your vows To Now Neither the end, nor the start
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:29 AM UTC
Starting Somewhere
Sometimes you need to Twist and Turn To see through the Mist and Ferns There's no need to make sense Of whats been seen Surreal Beauty
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Surreal
I can't say Goodnight Dusk to Dawn I consider Goodnight is Goodbye
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
Goodnight