Retinues of scholars and sages,
United in ages of our personal cages.

Desire to eclipse our wages linked in our pages, but always looking our worth in numerical gauges.

Truly the painful retrospect quantified aroma that arousal the mind in spiral, and the very essense of black hole is true chaos in it's definition of creation in us.

As I stand to breathe for a moment, I look to see that it haven't even been started, and what little  composure that exist in me dissipated the foundation of a cup that cracked.

Gaspe to grasp that it is ticking, and the sensation of lagging is more apparent with each passing day.

Maybe if I close my eyes, maybe I can rejuvenate to start again, or wake from this dream.

Things that nobody talks about:
The desperation of loving someone who doesn't love you
How the sun feels warmer when you've spent a year being cold
The feeling of weightlessness after crying yourself to sleep
When he stares long and hard at you and smiles softly, making your eyes feel shy even when you are not
How people who used to exist in your orbit still take chunks off of your surface, even when you've taken so many hits you hardly exist.

Things that nobody talks about:
Even when you've moved on, even when you've found someone who loves you more, even when you've discovered better things, your skin remembers things best forgotten.

Rose

o rose
you must be tired of bad manners
o rose
you must like that the trains come often
o rose
you must wonder why people move so fast
o rose
you must enjoy the naked girls falling from the trees
o rose
the trains are always coming fast, competing with cheetahs
o rose
that’s how it’s always been

© Matthew Goff

you tainted me
spent eternity filling me with colors
each stroke was perfect
but i wasnt your best
you still need to find
the masterpiece
that would fit the void
inside your heart

c.a

I feel as if I'm lost, deep inside of a well. The only voice I hear is my own
bouncing off of the cold stone wall.
I shout
I scream
my lungs burning with such rage
such passion
that I will never understand
that I never want to feel again
I just want you to love me

it's been months
but it feels like it's been a lifetime
you still don't love me.
my tears fill my imaginary well
and I don't know what to do
I can swim to the top
and live a life that will never satisfy me
Or I can stay at the bottom of my well
drowning.
Maybe once I'm gone
people will finally hear me, I decide

knowing
but waiting

screaming
but not showing it

calling for help
but not really

listening
but writing this poem

covered in a shell
as one by one,
bubbles join.
i hope they will go away,
but I know i will pop before they do.