come rain or shine
hail, sleet, or snow.
you always know
which way the
wind blows.

© Matthew Harlovic

life is a lot like a boxcar,
you never know where you're gonna get.

© Matthew Harlovic

literature offers an
immersive collection
of the past and an emerging
collective of experience.

© Matthew Harlovic

bada bing
bada whom?

© Matthew Harlovic

you can waver with the leaves
of absence from your giving tree
but you'll outlive the doubts
you once had for me.

© Matthew Harlovic

I tried to cultivate a garden
When my world was burning.
The metaphor is simple:
I was working with no purpose.

© Matthew Harlovic

if life gives you limes,
squeeze the light
out of it

© Matthew Harlovic

i thought the sun rose
and fell on your horizon,
i followed you like a shadow
but i wish i opened my eyelids
a bit wider so i could have seen
how much time i wasted
waiting for the ends to justify the means.
i loved you with every fibre of my being,
you kissed me like a guillotine
and i felt my breath fleeing.
i tasted truth on your sugar-coated tongue
and yet i should’ve noted how you eat your young.
you beat my gums with cheap talk
and sleepwalk about a bed of nails.
you raised questions so i read the braille
and i was amazed by the minor details you failed
to acknowledge let alone unveil.
yet you’ve shown a new face,
i’ve grown ail of your grace
and how you can encase
your faith by nailing it in place
but with love like a wraith,
you've always found a way
to circumvent the rays
and shine on my darkest days.

© Matthew Harlovic

i didn't think things
would get this worse

to where discourse
turns to discord.

we thought with force,
we fought with sources

when we were taught
to endorse reinforcement.

© Matthew Harlovic

You make me happy,
You make me sad.
But all in all,
you're still my Dad.

© Matthew Harlovic