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Matthew Mar 2019
It's NANA B's STASH.
DON'T TELL ANYONE
link here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2MJe81fyRw/
264 · Jan 2019
The Art and the Creator
Matthew Jan 2019
If art is truly free
Then let us free it from the bounds by which we hold it
Separating it from the Creator
Letting people destroy and recreate it
and giving it a life it that the Creator never could
Because we all own the art.
Maybe art is free?  And Maybe this isn't a poem.
Matthew Feb 2024
I don't think you know
how many wrinkles in my brain are carved by you

the smooth and simple ones
the winding
and
wandering ones

Why I think
that you think
They just sorta
happened one day
260 · Jan 2019
What we are
Matthew Jan 2019
Who are we but walking husks shaped by our experiences?
Can we hold others accountable for our actions?
Should we blame our parents and friends for our own decisions?
Do we have any free will?
What is free will?
Do we have hereditary inclinations?
Will we always make the same decision even if we went backward in time?

Sometimes, the only thing you can do to be a better person in surround yourself with better people.
258 · Mar 2019
Look at me
Matthew Mar 2019
Look at me
I have a dream
to see the stars
and hear the trees

Look at me
I'm so naive
to be this far
yet not retrieve

Look at me
I'm in tears;
pain too much
for ****** ears.

Look at me
my spotlight gone
from my heart
another dawn.
UHGHJBU
Matthew Feb 2019
You've spent so much time on this Earth
Impulsive words that mean nothing
I'm sorry
An apology to everybody
247 · Jan 2019
A Time for something New
Matthew Jan 2019
I watch the clock tick my life into ruin
I look on as it laughs at my cowardice
Knowing it will be here eternally
Time that is limited
Yet I wait
Pondering relentlessly about you

When you give your paralyzing stare of kindness, I am again halted
But I find my courage(in a flask)
To meet you away from everyone else
I should have said those words forbidden by him
But his discipline put me in shackles
You won’t like what I do though it won’t happen again
As I press my lips against yours
There’s no resistance
There’s true love
But I feel eyes of pure crimson hate behind me
The eyes of him
My father
And Now time is no longer in my favor
Another Poem I wrote a long time ago
247 · Nov 2021
Soul of a Memory
Matthew Nov 2021
A memory of a memory.

It's skin has dissipated.

It's been peeled back to a naked emotion.

My face goes red.

It lives on...

Why...
245 · Sep 2021
Climate Change is Real
Matthew Sep 2021
but baby it's cold outside...
242 · Apr 2019
The Prophecy
Matthew Apr 2019
Every time I walk alone..

I see the road

so old and young

so close and far

So daring and Cautious

The road the same, but different

n o w

So drawn to walk there

so I won't


any more
(e)
m o t i o n
241 · Nov 2019
tal vez
Matthew Nov 2019
Tú crees que te amo con toda mi alma.  

¿Cómo?
Matthew Sep 2021
Jermy sotp
don't **** oold peopel
**** bbaie inseatd
use infitnity ganuelet to destroy the chidlren
the infinity guanlyte you recieved from game stop
do it
emperoro palistine voice Do It!
240 · Jan 2019
If this is love
Matthew Jan 2019
Love is love
Until
it's
not

or
it
never was
I really don't know what to say about this.   This what I would call modern poetry.  Simple. It's going to be quite ironic is this becomes popular,
239 · Feb 2019
Pride
Matthew Feb 2019
I try to fit inside society
but I don't
My curves are too jagged
my mannerisms too much;
but I should be proud
that I'm more likely to end my life,
of the hate crimes,
the judging,
and the people who want us to change.
Be Proud
Because when you don't fit into a box,
We are in that lovely rainbow pool.
But I am drowning in it.
The heteronormative box
replaced with more labels
and more discrimination.
"No femmes, no blacks, no asians"
It's okay to have preferences
But don't discriminate in a place where there is already enough.
I can't fit into the box even when they try.
There is pride in the milestones
Though, the road ahead goes on for awhile.
235 · Mar 2024
I want you
Matthew Mar 2024
I wish i was valuable to you
I want to be the treasure
You keep safe
I want you to lose yourself
When I have to give myself away
I want to you to love me regardless
I want to see your ugly
I want to see what parts of yourself you hide from others
I want to see your shame
And love you
Regardless
230 · Nov 2019
I think...
Matthew Nov 2019
I think I'm gay
for you

Are you straight?
for me???????

Yolo
Put yall seatbelts on
229 · Sep 2020
bad people
Matthew Sep 2020
they kinda be bad doe
, but it isn't that simple
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh sppooky
229 · Jan 2019
Risky Attempt
Matthew Jan 2019
We are not being foolish when we decide
that our life
is not worth living.
We should not be treated as if we didn't know what we were doing.
A choice is made that does not ignore the possibilities of what could happen.
So when we need help,
we only ask that we are treated
as a person that made that decision.

Rather than someone who does not know what is best for them.
227 · Apr 2019
Do you hate me?
Matthew Apr 2019
That's very good
225 · Jan 2021
Bird's Eye View
Matthew Jan 2021
Perched in a tall nest.
Let's look at those at rest.
After the sunlight's haze
A sly clarity stays
223 · May 2019
O+S
223 · Mar 2019
A Simple Question
Matthew Mar 2019
Do Everyday People
want
relatability
or
professionalism
Matthew Jan 2019
People are rivers.
Rivers that go on.
on to tomorrow.
Tomorrow into dawn.

The way we want to change
change the river's flow
flow through the sky
sky that is never low

Endlessly going in one direction.
direction that can not be easily changed.
changed never by only asking.
asking for a difference in what has been arranged.

We can build a dam.
Dam that changes goals.
Goals are never just.
Just watch out for holes
The way I perceive this poem, people are rivers.  You can't ask someone or a river to change by just asking them.  You have to build a dam, but dams might have holes.
Matthew Mar 2019
It seems to
always be
about regrets
about mistakes
about worries
about pains
the knife doesn't
solve those problems
It erases you
for others
to sweep the shavings off their desk.
220 · May 2019
LsItEN
Matthew May 2019
I'm diselics
219 · Jan 2019
Grow up
Matthew Jan 2019
When I was young and she was young we would always play
Hide and go seek and look out for me
Whatever would pass the day

When I was a boy and she was a girl we never did well in school
The teachers would scold but we were too bold
to not play the part of the fool

When I was older and so was she we shared our first true kiss
A fearless midnight under the moonlight
Both caught up in our bliss

We she was my love and I was her love we both died a little
And with that done I started to cry
For I knew my feelings were brittle

But when she wanted to sing I wanted our son
I cried and told her no
But said it had already been done.
What would happen if I grew up faster?
216 · Aug 2019
This Dog
Matthew Aug 2019
This Dog is Crying
This Dog is Caring
This Dog is dying
That Dog was Daring

This Dog was mine
My Dog filled me full
My Dog is a full beating heart

My Dog is Loud
My dog is Strong
My dog is Proud

...
This Dog is not
211 · Jan 2019
Random Prose thoughts
Matthew Jan 2019
I feel like that even if I am a child I still can make an impact; my naivete could be a learning experience.  I dream to be young and wise yet know I'm doomed to be foolish and old.  I can't stop thinking about my foolish love, my puberty, and my raging hormones. I wish I was an adult yet dream to be a child.  I want to be impressionable for the rest of my life, but that's not how it works.
And I never feel normal
205 · Nov 2022
Backs
Matthew Nov 2022
Backs only look pretty at one angle
otherwise we don't want them

How's my back angle look?
202 · Mar 2019
He's crying
Matthew Mar 2019
What a ******* idiot
the fear is dying
198 · Jan 2019
A Dream in D minor
Matthew Jan 2019
We were as radiant as the moon that shined in our eyes
Because we were back to those days laughing in its light
A nameless, hopeless choir reminiscent of the moments of adagio
The ceaseless winds that we transcribed into a language all could understand
Never knowing we were writing nocturnes of our own beauty
But it brought me to that moment when the moon failed to shine
That’s when the chorus began.
To remind of the grave, and the lost
The accelerando of the sun
To beat down our fatuous darkness
The bluest skies
To block out the romantic music that had given me my soul
Yet stole yours
As I eagerly watch the sun set it’s greedy gold body down the horizon I hear a cadence
But it’s sly and deceptive
Now the sun rising as if the night had passed my love
Stealing or shielding me from that reprise
To live in this purgatory of repeats.
197 · Nov 2019
Gay People in Media
Matthew Nov 2019
Gay guy: objectifies straight person to the point of them being uncomfortable

Straight guy: .....

Gay: nOwO you knOwO what it's like to be a woman.  high fives his GURL  

Gay:  I'm Gay btw

Srt. Guy: Message Delivery - Message blocked

Gay BOi: YAeH NoT SooSOOSo FunnNy NoWo.
196 · Feb 2019
Nostalgic Fear
Matthew Feb 2019
There are moments when I remember
fear
that I felt long ago
irrational and absurd
knife to my throat
lost thoughts
never breathing again
now I take a similar knife
to my wrist
Where is the fear?
194 · Feb 2019
My Opinion
Matthew Feb 2019
I wasn't taught to have my own opinion
Only taught to follow the "correct" one.
190 · Jan 2019
Remember Those Songs?
Matthew Jan 2019
Listening to those Old Tunes
He didn’t want to tell him
That those melodies got to himself
Fatuous moments that would be internalized
By the music
By the love they gave in the pink
By the whims of each other selfishly
In love
Because now
A song is a conversation
They had when they were young
When they were naive
Believing their hearts would never dry
And believing that their absence wouldn’t make the other cry
When I wrote this one I wasn't trying to think of a concrete meaning and thinking mostly of nostalgia.
because sometimes using metaphors means that the meaning is the one that the reader finds. That you find. The conclusion that you draw would be just as valid as mine. Because I know as much about the poem as you do.
185 · Feb 2019
Unseen
Matthew Feb 2019
A beautiful blue rose
unacknowledged to those
who seen in black in white
185 · Aug 2020
Summer Days
Matthew Aug 2020
O' How those Summer Days seem so bright,

when your regrets reside near them

O' How I wish I
could've enjoyed

that
sunny day

But Instead
I
reminisced




on
the ones
I'd
lost
183 · Nov 2019
Our reality
Matthew Nov 2019
Is not what we see
183 · Jun 2019
My Body
Matthew Jun 2019
It thicccc
182 · Mar 2019
My Favorite Song
Matthew Mar 2019
Will you listen to my favorite song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Qr2T1az1Ck
180 · Apr 2019
SCOMP
Matthew Apr 2019
a message from me to you
178 · Jan 2021
Amor
Matthew Jan 2021
How am I going to forget you?
Sunny day goes farther.
178 · Apr 2021
Male Straight Culture
Matthew Apr 2021
Straight Culture is sexualizing femboys and invalidating trans women
in the same breath....
Thank you JEEBUS
176 · Jan 2019
Today is Beautiful
Matthew Jan 2019
I know one day I will love and feel heartbreak.
But today,
I decide to live.
A day of true happiness.
One more day to enjoy my youth
with all its stereotypes and flaws.
Another day to look forward in anticipation of the future
instead of fear.
Because I started caring years ago,
I don't have to care now.
Today.
A poem that probably has flawed logic, but I'll fix that tomorrow.  If you have a complaint just leave a comment.
175 · Sep 2020
🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
Matthew Sep 2020
Yeah
Kinda weird isn't it...
172 · Apr 2019
giving in
Matthew Apr 2019
I saw that road
and
he was there

******* THERE
170 · Apr 2019
Unique
Matthew Apr 2019
"Even our most unique thoughts are those of others"
- someone else probably
170 · Mar 2019
Where is She now?
Matthew Mar 2019
She was beautifully
Broken
and the pieces are
lost
never to
be
found
again.
169 · Feb 2020
Una Poema
Matthew Feb 2020
Voy a escribir una poema
Otro Día
168 · Feb 2019
Please Love me
Matthew Feb 2019
You are so naive
so innocent
yet
is it that innocence
that makes me
love
what you do?
An idealized recreation of
myself.
that's what I made you.
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