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CommonStory Feb 2016
The problem is
You prayed for me
And I didn't in fact
Pray for you
A gift and a curse
The problem is
I wished for new
The problem is
I didn't pray for you
This wouldn't be the same
 I'm only every counting
The wrong steps I take
With you
We fell in love
The chains of an unfamiliar master
Does it matter<
I wouldn't count on it
A thousand times
A million times
No matter the number
This won't change at all
Even though its similar
Its not the same
Because you prayed for me
I didn't pray for you
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 2-1-16
  Jan 2016 CommonStory
Mike Hauser
A vicious battle did ensue
Between the Knife, the Fork, and the Spoon
While each felt the job that they do
Was far more important than the other two

The Knife sliced the air with sharpened tongue
I'm the only one to get things done
Who do you turn to, to make the cut
When the plate you're served is way too tough

That's when the Spoon sang its tune
You two ever hear of a thing called soup
Can you please tell me what you would do
If they placed a bowl in front of you

Just then is when the Fork spoke up
Okay you two I've had enough
You know you need me just as much
And to prove him right he said let's do lunch

Coming together they had a great time
The Fork, the Spoon, even the Knife
After all they did they all did find
It's good to have friends to help you along in life
CommonStory Dec 2015
Every now and then
I'm convinced to move a pen
Under the world pressure
It can be my pleasure
To see the highs and lows
While my shoulders hang low
Under the world pressure
This is your first lesson
A read and not replied message
We all hate it
Debating if we could but we can't fake it
Mistake it
miss take it for something other than
Unacknowledgment
Appropriate neglect read message sent
Wait suspense
1 minute 2
2 minutes till
An hour pass by and no reply still
A world pressure all alone you don't notice
Keep the scale heavy with the world upon my shoulders
World pressure
Here's another lesson
Life doesn't mean to be mean
But exceeding the median in any direction makes it return to the mean
Meaning too much of something good is too much of something bad
So too much is too much it's that simple
Plain to plan
Just as I was moving and got hired
If I don't pass I'll abruptly be fired
Because I possess no piece of paper
Please relieve the player
Relief bequeathed a favor
Now no more to savor
Give a dog a bone
Then leave the dog alone
Walk down the summer block
Not awaiting a thunder shock
Just as your alone it rains a summer song
Gravity not tragedy the melody I play along
It's just world pressure
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 12/22/15
CommonStory Oct 2015
Objectify
Subjectify
Bite my neck
Warm my body with yours
This isn't the birds and bees
This is crows and wasps
She wants me to pull her hair
Arch your back
Let the shiver crawl up your spine
Open your eyes
Put your nails in my back
Make me bleed
Make me bleed
Kiss me recklessly
****** pump
Put her on the wal just like she likes
**** the breast
Feel the heat
Bite the ****** till her feet curl
You don't even know the things I would do
Convince me it's wrong just at the right time
Tame the beast
Let him free
Bring me back
Take control
Leave your marks
Tattoo my back
Blood scabs and nails
Those aren't bruises
That's me mark
Don't forget
The scream you had
The moan in the corner
Choke me
Choke her grasp your Hands
Don't run away
Every single mark you make
Isn't love
It a just rough
The blood you drew and the marks I mad
The anger and delight the relief that pleasures me
And to you
We take it down
Till we both fall apart
And in the morning
Let it rain
Don't let the bee's buzz
And the birds chirp
I want to you to wake with a sore throat
And I a sore back
Sing to me
Your raspy screams
Because I prefer wasps and crows
then the birds and bee's
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald  10/24/15
CommonStory Oct 2015
She just wants to be fancy
Uneducated fancy
Frozen fancy
Teach her till the dawn what it means
What don't we all learn something
Formless fancy women
You don't know one **** thang
Except for how to be fancy
Electric spider across your back
Little hour glass
I bet you can tell the time
Stand right next to me
Trust that you don't know a thang
Why aren't we all fed up
With the type of fancy you portray
Open up your mind
She don't know one **** thang
Except for how to be fancy
And the image won't go away
Eyes,lips, ears, and nose
Every curve memorized
Take your time and she'll take you away
She aint nothing but fancy
And that's the only thing that matters
So give her what she wants and wa it
She'll let's you taste her fancy ways
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 10/19/15
CommonStory Oct 2015
No no no no
Where did you go
No no no no
I don't remember how I lost you
Now watch it workout
As I block the world out
I know these words aren't contained quite often
It seems the reply time is killing you
Coffin
I can wait while my shell cracks
Soften
I've gone past mad sad and distraught
I have to push it to the side like I just forgot
So walk toward the valley
 the way left
Was like premeditated ******
Less than unheard of
And I don't mind
The border of struggle
Electrical barbed wire
Low tier
A king in the slums
What's a king among bums
A common misconception
Within a skeptical selection
Women are
Seminar
Relax and take a seat
Men are
Rent a car
Come follow fleet
demonize
No no no
No no no no no


Behold
I am the low tier king of the mud
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 10/13/15
CommonStory Sep 2015
Seasonal characters
Putting up barriers
Dissmis the modest focal point
Of whoever is in you area
Partial thoughts of you pass by
What inquires you to be a variable
Are you moving forward
Are you walking blind
I just worry but don't worry seasonal character
Because at the end of the day
You mean nothing at all
Like a lost kind of doll
That I might see again
And again your gone
I respect that
Or do I mean nothing at all
Just remeber December is a cold season
Just remember I'll open the door if you knock
And when you leave
You will leave my thought
Because it means nothing at all

So long
Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 9/14/15
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