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Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
If what we write are just rambles,
why do these letters mean so much?
The way a child is mesmerized by hanging leaves
reminds me of the simplicity
of putting an arm around each other.

If I worry enough,
will my woes fade into twilight?
glass shatters as the words leave my lips
trembling I lay down one last time
and accept the fate of my actions

If I run fast can I escape
from a past that I wish would kiss my ***?
I'm a different person than that time,
and for each subsequent revelation,
I learn my life is but a line
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
As a writer we all understand that need,
the urge inside you yearning to escape through
the written word
the word you inscribe with your thoughts
onto the paper of a phoenix, born anew
as each failed sentence crumbles it
to ash

There's a magnificence in your face
and a gentle underside that leans me inward
your cute curved lips tremble as I slide
my hand up your skirt

There's a flush of the cosmos on your face,
and the cosmos are vast
like our minds, the cosmos bends
to the will of energy

For everything that is final
there was a begininng so we must ask
where have we been?
the ramblings of madmen conduct
our code and ethics
but those still mad run among the streets
unnoticed, like a raven.

And as I think of the woes of the mother,
her blue marble is but a tear in the eye,
of a life infinitely larger
the will is not there
you must understand its not in my hands

I am trapped inside
and I will shut the windows tonight
But still as the rain hits the roof
I feel myself sliding,
slipping,
falling.
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
Write a poem,
A lonely whisper,
It grows louder with each thought
It breathes slow with care,
It lives there.

write a word,
expression of you,
It is yourself, reflection,
just like a candle,
It stands there

Write a rhyme,
beautiful, sublime,
it will reach past your voice,
A monster is born,
A nightmare
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
Candles lit, I sit in a familiar place.
She walks slow, step by step, with a strong dash of grace.
The lights are off through the room, dimly lit faces.
Not my family, just thoughts in trance for many days.

One hundred billion stars light the cake.
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
Break free from it's rain
death to life, only life to gain,
but both are the same
Matthew Rousseau Oct 2015
All I see is gray
it's black and white on the TV
Finally, I'm mad
more gray food for me, give me pills,
No water, just gray

Fallacies contrast
It's a gray sky, no one knows why,
Whine if you must friend,
In a moment, everything ends,
Slowly pull the blinds,

If you shrink, look meek,
don't worry about me, just go,
If needed, run slow
They are candy before us my friend,
Fallacies, two for you, and one for me
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