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Matt dos Santos May 2014
The influence starts at an early age
A wife, family, house, job
Start this all and turn the page

I cannot to this day profess
That I plan to follow this
I struggle more and pride on less

My dream aside is dark and dreary
Not to live for long
A life not so cheery

Dip away from society alone
Say my farewells
Then not to return home
Matt dos Santos Apr 2014
The water no longer runs the well
The fish have swam away

What is the reason, couldn't tell
It disappeared one day

I asked the towns if they did sell
No answer, they didn't say

I see now though, I am in hell
I guess it's all okay
Matt dos Santos Oct 2013
It seems all too often that a person won't bat an eye
when confronted with poetry
"Not for me, too emotional"
Do they not understand?
Poetry is life
Pure human essence in word form
Whether it's scribbled down on a notebook page
or carved into an addict's arm
The greatest form of relief
Cathartic or funny, there is no difference
Life is poetry
And to be without, is life less of living
Endulge
Matt dos Santos Oct 2013
Feelings
Are not always
What you want to feel
Sometimes I think that it
Is better to numb, and hide
Certain feelings for the purpose
Of not wanting to feel human
In a world where being
Human can be the
Worst feeling
Of all.
Matt dos Santos Sep 2013
A fight
struggle
tussle

Desire peaked from lack of glamor

Simplicity at its finest
as I peer down the hall

The suits
Champagne poppers
"High class"

Light fades
I disperse back into the crevice
my hole
my life
I wait
Matt dos Santos Sep 2013
A fight
struggle
tussle

Desire peaked from lack of glamor

Simplicity at its finest
as I peer down the hall

The suits
Champagne poppers
"High class"

Light fades
I disperse back into the crevice
my hole
my life
I wait
Matt dos Santos Sep 2013
Life on the edge
of the cavernous dreary depths
awaking to pain
misery
sorrow
despair

Where is my rope
I'd like to come up
save me
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