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Matthew Aug 2020
Your eyes
gaze upon
a face.
It is a snowball
Matthew Jan 2023
trigger warning [self harm, suicide] *

A razor so deep in the flesh
dancing far past epidermis
to the dermis
and then finally the hypodermis

He was the happiest he had ever been before

He didn't have to worry about expectations
how people saw him
because his blood would dry across the carpeted floor
he hugged his friends for the first time
He smiled and laughed louder than before
because he had nothing to hide anymore
Their faces
nothing but dots and shapes

He danced that day and no one
said anything
how curious

he'd never had known if not for this blessed

He laughed at himself more than anyone else that day

The day came to end and he was so happy he didn't need to wake up tomorrow.

His blood dried.
Matthew Feb 2019
little toy planes
and small green trains
*                          icy stares from the glass                          
toward the radiant moon
whispers of "some day"
                 in a dreamlike way                  
hazy star
A view of the moon and a single star from the glass
Matthew Sep 2020
Hey...








I just don't think it will work out. I'm sorry. I thought about it a lot.
Matthew Feb 2019
It's
not moving

"it would have
only led a life
   of pain."

"stop
crying
it didn't
matter to
us!"

It's only
the rain      

why do Things  
die

"to cause
pain."
.
.
.

I want
to   remember This
Can we build a grave  
The rain makes Her cry  
"it is only just the rain.."  
  Please we need to  
  remember
Her
How I see this poem.  It's about two people with two conflicting ideas about death.  The little one feels that death should be remembered, and older one feels that we should forget death as it only causes pain.  The main feelings of this poem for me is to remember death.


I put that in how their speech is written.  the little one capitalizes what he feels he feels are important like the beginning of a sentence and a words like her.  He also doesn't feel the need for periods.  The older one on the other hand feels that everything is useless.  so he doesn't capitalize and he always puts periods to remember that things should end.
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.
Matthew Jan 2019
Sometimes, when the pain is too much to handle...
My brain commands me to scream
My soul tells me to stop,
but my brain won't listen
I'm on the ground crying and screaming
Everyone is judging
Saying I can't handle my emotions
i need to stop, but i really can't
Why aren't other screaming like me?
...
Matthew Jan 2021
How am I going to forget you?
Sunny day goes farther.
Matthew Feb 2019
You've spent so much time on this Earth
Impulsive words that mean nothing
I'm sorry
An apology to everybody
Matthew Apr 2019
Anne Frank
I am ANNE FRANK
I liek kissing bois
And touchin them

I have a sweet secret
SWEET SWEET SECRET
The gas tastes nice
So does typhus fever




It smeels liek chicken





It smeels like Anne Frank up in this torture chamber
Matthew Jan 2019
As she sings her sweetest tune
She also sings of freedom
She sings of what she lost
Confined in her cage

When she stops to take a break
She stares at all her friends
They stare at her with futility
For they are trapped like her
But she is not deterred
She tries
And tries
To leave her prison
When the gate flies open, she spreads her wings
And prepares to soar
She ***** her wings and flies
even though she never has before

She sings her song again
Of new hope to see the stars
Of the sun, so close and warm
But she falls to the ground, dead
With a bullet in her breast

Her friends watch as she falls
And slowly one by one
Are endowed with her courage,
Watch their cages dissipate,
And soar without failing
Bringing a reprise into the light
It was a poem I made a long time ago
Matthew Jan 2019
I wanted to be Normal
But I was atypical by nature
Genetic predispositions that I couldn't control
Or could I?
Everyone else argued that it was that I was broken
That I could be fixed
Converted
I wanted to be normal because they said that I could
They said that I wanted to be normal
It didn't matter that I was comfortable in my skin
It was that they never could accept me
But it didn't work
If I was broken?
Then why does it now feel like I'm falling apart?
I'm just another normal boy
Matthew Jan 2019
Little words
So small and sweet
and giving to all
they are something to all

that's why i think they can be better than big words
...
Trying to write in a different diction
Matthew Mar 2019
I'm okay
but
I
am
dying
Matthew Mar 2019
Do Everyday People
want
relatability
or
professionalism
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
Matthew Aug 2020
I'm awake



Just tell me the words I should hear




"I'm sorry, but I don't like you back"
Matthew Apr 2019
Maybe?
Maybe noT?
Matthew Nov 2022
Backs only look pretty at one angle
otherwise we don't want them

How's my back angle look?
Matthew Sep 2020
they kinda be bad doe
, but it isn't that simple
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh sppooky
Matthew Jan 2019
Lively and Jumping
A vibrance felt
Spinning
in a Bright display
of Human Beauty

Its lights beckoning
One step forward;
Dead Darkness
Isolating me
From them
The second life lived
in the small Room
Haunting Ballads
Drag me closer
Insidious, blighted
It is forever
I'm trying to convey unsure emotion
Matthew Mar 2019
Do you realize that we change our face
behind the screen,
but maybe unwillingly
Someone has been replaced









Is the person behind this screen the same as you remember?
Matthew Feb 2019
We friends supposed to Be Friends Forever
But Forgot Forever
ended after death
I hate this poem
Matthew Jan 2021
Perched in a tall nest.
Let's look at those at rest.
After the sunlight's haze
A sly clarity stays
Matthew Jan 2019
Boy meets girl
They fall in love
and live happily ever after.
That's the way it has always been.

Boy meets boy or
Girl meets girl
they fall love
But one has to "disappear" tragically.
That's the way it has always been.
What a ******
Matthew Oct 2019
I Think I'm falling upside down
into the chains of bromance
Matthew Feb 2019
Fly away
little butterfly
your wings
are moving
away from
my reach
farther than
I see
A two word per line poem collab with
Matthew Sep 2021
but baby it's cold outside...
Matthew Jan 2019
When I finally decided to
Tell my brother I was gay
he was about to leave
I looked at him and said
"Before you go."
He looked back at me and told me
"What?!"
And I only responded with,
"I'm gay"
And he responded exactly like I thought
"Congratulations, you're a ******"
he said to me with contempt
But I just laughed

For he no longer had any power
This is almost a verbatim recount of what happened when I came out to my brother.
Matthew Aug 2019
How can we say that we care of life,
if the purest of "good" dictates that the young's blood must spill.
Matthew Mar 2023
I'd much rather Critique
as I rein king when I put on that hat
As he lain before me is subject to my snarling
Picking his hair from my giblets and jams.

For to create
creates your own undoing
To look before oneself
and watch
as aristocrats
pluck pimples from your own potatoes.
Matthew Feb 2019
Words said by my ancestors
and to be said by my descendants.

It is all a cycle
in a greater meaning
of nothing

I'm saying words that touched the tongues of many
Are they wise or foolish?
Does it matter?
It will only repeat the cycle
It is all a cycle
Matthew May 2022
He scrapes the floor boards with his bony toes
Rips the carpet with his jagged scythe
Is he Behind me or in Front of me?
Tell me
please.
...
Matthew Jan 2019
I know the day this becomes my old poetry

I will see all its faults
"This was wrong and that was false"
I'll say in one big fit.

There won't be anything
that makes me angry
besides my own accidents.

Maybe it's ironic
how I'll inquire
why it made an impact.

I look now with love,
later with loathing,
and long ago with the least.
I honestly don't really like this poem
Matthew Oct 2021
You broke my heart
and I didn't get the Warranty.
Matthew Apr 2019
That's very good
Matthew Mar 2019
Do you remember our hopes
to reach for the stars?
We've fallen so far
back
We can't wait for Yesterday.
Matthew Jan 2019
A Dream of a sun
beating down on our bodies
skin sweating
as we laugh
fatuous days
going by
as we smile
Perfect tranquility

But I woke up...
Things never last forever.  I love poems with bittersweet endings because they reflect reality more than anything else.
Matthew Jan 2019
They are there at my worst and that's about it
They provided me a place to stay
But it's not like I asked for this life with them
or life whatsoever
I'm surrounded by people
But I'm truly alone.
Matthew Feb 2019
A goodbye to you is a day in autumn
when the leaves fail the fall.
Stuck in the middle of changing.
     A silence where there
  should be laughter.
  I'm empty
     Stuck.
                 I'm lost in the memories
                                           I shouldn't care.
Matthew Feb 2019
You thought I was new
but I was here
wrecking havoc right under your nose.

You ******* idiot
A Liar
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.
Matthew Apr 2019
I saw that road
and
he was there

******* THERE
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?
Matthew Jan 2019
It's just another week
in my blighted life
time to spill the tea

Left to taste the bitter hate
when all I ask are sweets
and the candy that you give
is too salty for my taste

Sticks and stones may break my bones
, but your words cut deeper than my knife

'"It's okay you're just misguided
and as long as you conform
like all those who tried and failed"

"You're not hurting anyone
, but you just can't fit in my box"

I'm searching frantically for someone to hold out hand
to save me from this hell.
and when I'm brought back to Earth
by the comfort of their voice
I live.

But they're dead now
in the cold
absence of everything,
I die.
I wrote this poeming thinking of the other people who might be in this situation.
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