matthew-rousseau - Hello Poetry

I am boundless Caught between the void My keys battered, my buttons stuck I writhe in the space of not moving at all I perch on the clouds and glass shimmers from the visage below A dark bird in the sky mindless Dreams, they float right by We all feel the doom The door creaked beyond.

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Dec 16, 2023

Dec 16, 2023 at 4:09 AM UTC

My Perch of Shame

I am boundless Caught between the void My keys battered, my buttons stuck I writhe in the space of not moving at all I perch on the clouds and glass shimmers from the visage below A dark bird in the sky mindless Dreams, they float right by We all feel the doom The door creaked beyond.

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returned to the same desk, the same grindstone, the same thoughts, cyclical patterns of thought and action, but which comes first? the will slips, the cracks widen, and it all floods in, easier to understand, caught within the same ropes, you spun from woes of a broken past, and they were meant to help climb out, but the grease that bounds the threads, cannot be grasped by those unresolved, to the reality they crave most,

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Mar 15, 2022

Mar 15, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC

Dimensional Shifting

returned to the same desk, the same grindstone, the same thoughts, cyclical patterns of thought and action, but which comes first? the will slips, the cracks widen, and it all floods in, easier to understand, caught within the same ropes, you spun from woes of a broken past, and they were meant to help climb out, but the grease that bounds the threads, cannot be grasped by those unresolved, to the reality they crave most,

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A quarter used to be a bag of chips, days eye level with countertops, 2000 is a big number when 5 is all you know, maybe there's a one on the end like those twin towers, and the falling man on the TV, Or maybe it was blow up furniture in the shed with the hose on, and a neighbor with a hose too, He was kind, a big kid I didn't know, Shrek plays on the TV, Only superstars break the mold, Mold in the basement, dirt floor and the smell of summer fills my lungs but then I'm on the bed with her, and The people's elbow makes me laugh, but feeling something else too, something shameful like what's on the TV, on the TV there are those dead babies, Dead people from the towers, I hear someone say at the store, and I have a bag of chips, but my pants are down, She te telling me to just watch wrestling and relax, but I just want to know why, Why am I 25 now but the hose and the wrestling, and the people, all those people on the TV, the twin dead ones, it makes 25 feel like more than just a bag of chips

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Nov 19, 2020

Nov 19, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC

Cursed Verses and Bible Hearses

A quarter used to be a bag of chips, days eye level with countertops, 2000 is a big number when 5 is all you know, maybe there's a one on the end like those twin towers, and the falling man on the TV, Or maybe it was blow up furniture in the shed with the hose on, and a neighbor with a hose too, He was kind, a big kid I didn't know, Shrek plays on the TV, Only superstars break the mold, Mold in the basement, dirt floor and the smell of summer fills my lungs but then I'm on the bed with her, and The people's elbow makes me laugh, but feeling something else too, something shameful like what's on the TV, on the TV there are those dead babies, Dead people from the towers, I hear someone say at the store, and I have a bag of chips, but my pants are down, She te telling me to just watch wrestling and relax, but I just want to know why, Why am I 25 now but the hose and the wrestling, and the people, all those people on the TV, the twin dead ones, it makes 25 feel like more than just a bag of chips

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If stories could write themselves, would any of us be here? The universe watches itself, through our eyes, catching us in illusions, Separation is but a guise, I feel like a different person than back then, But I'm changed and I don't know when, my personality shifted but here I am, I need to stick to my guns, and my plans,

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May 26, 2020

May 26, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC

Stories

If stories could write themselves, would any of us be here? The universe watches itself, through our eyes, catching us in illusions, Separation is but a guise, I feel like a different person than back then, But I'm changed and I don't know when, my personality shifted but here I am, I need to stick to my guns, and my plans,

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A miss a friend and he doesn't miss me, A self-described narcissist, He moved to the other sea, I'm not sure if he never thinks of me, he does not message or call, He doesn't care at all Best friends through high school, now in our twenties, It's all so different, and I'm still stuck here, without my own adventure, without my best friend.

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May 3, 2020

May 3, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC

I will delete this

A miss a friend and he doesn't miss me, A self-described narcissist, He moved to the other sea, I'm not sure if he never thinks of me, he does not message or call, He doesn't care at all Best friends through high school, now in our twenties, It's all so different, and I'm still stuck here, without my own adventure, without my best friend.

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On my way I see A pin-prick perimeter For infinity

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Apr 28, 2020

Apr 28, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC

The Edge

On my way I see A pin-prick perimeter For infinity

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I'm going up the hill again, The top is my destination, Confronted with fleeting dreams of mesmerization, The sky is clear but it feels like rain, soil gone too, down the drain, I've been here before, I can feel it, Imprints of my feet, the ground steals it, The sky is a blue hue I do not recognize The stars look more like flies I approach the top and something feels off, Stress, anxiety, and vertigo on top, I inhale but no relief comes, Gravity is not for friends or fun, I get the top and I can see the sky, For a moment I feel like I can fly, But I realize my deja vu the lack of serenity, I'm at the bottom in an endless journey,

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC

The Climb

I'm going up the hill again, The top is my destination, Confronted with fleeting dreams of mesmerization, The sky is clear but it feels like rain, soil gone too, down the drain, I've been here before, I can feel it, Imprints of my feet, the ground steals it, The sky is a blue hue I do not recognize The stars look more like flies I approach the top and something feels off, Stress, anxiety, and vertigo on top, I inhale but no relief comes, Gravity is not for friends or fun, I get the top and I can see the sky, For a moment I feel like I can fly, But I realize my deja vu the lack of serenity, I'm at the bottom in an endless journey,

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In a cage made of straw, Walls cannot protect you, To see your own fatal flaw, Learn to smile through, My lips hurt when I smile, but you need to hide the space behind your face, I'll resist until I am cold on the tile, Revolving around the sun in this godforsaken place, The sky is painted melancholy, But you know no one else can see, Still, you march on your way, Back on your own into the sea,

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Feb 20, 2020

Feb 20, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC

Smile Back

In a cage made of straw, Walls cannot protect you, To see your own fatal flaw, Learn to smile through, My lips hurt when I smile, but you need to hide the space behind your face, I'll resist until I am cold on the tile, Revolving around the sun in this godforsaken place, The sky is painted melancholy, But you know no one else can see, Still, you march on your way, Back on your own into the sea,

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If I follow the path I'm on, My life is cheated like a con, I fear the future is not bright, I fear for my own gentle light, My fight is thick with fears of doubt, No, I don't want the easy way out, I need to stay true to myself, My needs aren't for anyone else, I'm drowning inside myself, see? This catastrophe is complete now, There is no need to keep reading, ... or writing.

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Sep 1, 2019

Sep 1, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC

Whatever

If I follow the path I'm on, My life is cheated like a con, I fear the future is not bright, I fear for my own gentle light, My fight is thick with fears of doubt, No, I don't want the easy way out, I need to stay true to myself, My needs aren't for anyone else, I'm drowning inside myself, see? This catastrophe is complete now, There is no need to keep reading, ... or writing.

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Twilight sets for rise, The sun beckons, pride, and joy, But still, new days set,

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Jul 28, 2019

Jul 28, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC

Till the New Day

Twilight sets for rise, The sun beckons, pride, and joy, But still, new days set,

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