Matthew Miklavcic

Matthew Miklavcic Jan 2014

I stand next to you,
Watching and learning.

I move things,
When you need them moved.

I tell you an idea,
When you are looking for one.

I help you with things,
When you need it,
But even this goes unnoticed.

I hold the door,
To let you in.

I give you my coat,
When you are cold.

I help you with problems,
You can’t figure out,
But this even goes unnoticed.

I know I ask for a lot,
But all I want,
Is to know,
I’m not invisible.

Matthew Miklavcic Jan 2014

THE STORM

Tumbling,
Changing,
And moving from place to place.

A gray wall is coming to make your day,
Dark,
Dingy,
And gray.

As the rain runs down the sewer drain,
You watch your sorrows,
Wash away.

Crack,
Boom,
And light,
Shows you that there might be,
A purpose in life.

Tumbling,
Changing,
And moving from place to place,
As you watch the storm move away,
To reveal another beautiful day.

Matthew Miklavcic Jan 2014

THE BRAIN

Sharp on one side,
Dull on the other.

Works when relaxed,
Shuts down when stressed.

Can figure out problems one minute,
And goes blank the next.

Wanders from place to place,
And stays in one place.

That place is above my head,
And in this case,
Has many folds,
And is gray.

It is my brain,
And I hate it today,
For the many things,
It failed me on through out the day.

Matthew Miklavcic Dec 2013

Remember

Life is like a steel chain bracelet.

Life is limited in the number of years you have,
like the number of links around your wrist.

It locks you in a continuous circle od hard choices,
That may hurt,
And allows you to be come stronger and tougher,
Like the skin on your wrist.

Even though this bracelet shows the harder things in life,
It also shows the better things in life as well.

Life is full of ups and downs,
That change your life,
Like the shadow of the bracelet on a wall.

Life is a circle that isn't complete,
'Til you die,
Due to thought and memory.

You were a thought in your parents mind,
Before you were born,
And when you die,
You leave behind,
Thoughts and memories in people's minds,
That last forever in a continuous circle,
Like the bracelet wrapped around your wrist.

— The End —