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Matt KH Dec 2009
Do you remember when we were just boys with mischief in our eyes?
We were just kids we didn't know any better-
Games we used to play, knock door run, tracking, football on the green
Twenty seven-a-side, next goal wins.

Do you remember we used to kick seven bells out of each other
Until our brothers pulled us apart?
But if someone else started
You were always by my side
And i was always by yours

Do you remember when i fell out of a tree
And you ran like lightning to get my mum?
Or when you fell off your bike
And stayed with you until help came

We were kids then though
Things have changed
We've grown up and grown apart
You became a soldier and me,
Well thats still to be determined

I know you're out there son, out on the front line,
Keep yourself safe and one day
We'll kick back and talk about old times
Just do me one favour
Come back alive
Matt KH Dec 2009
I am a son and a brother.
I am an enemy and a friend.
I am a fighter and a lover.
I am a means to an end.
I am honest-
But still I lie.
I am a joker and I jest.
But tears still fall from my eyes.
I am kind and I care.
I am cold and heartless.
I am just and fair.
I am Sparticus.
I am everybody and everything.
I am nobody and nothing.
Matt KH Dec 2009
There are so many things
I want to say to you.
But I know I never will.
So I wrote this rhyme of passion,
Just to say how I feel.

I want to tell you,
You're beautiful.
The Words form on my tounge.
But I'm to scared to say anything.
My teeth clench.
And I remain alone.
Because my words can't find a way,
Past the barrier of bones

I want to tell you how you swim in my head.
How jealous rage coursed through my veins,
When I saw you kissing him.
But I didn't say anything.
I stood and burned in my skin.

I put up a barrier,
I built walls up high,
To keep out rejection.
To keep my distance.
And no matter the persistance,
I kept my resistance.
But cracks are starting to show
In my foundation.

Because of your eyes,
Dear God your eyes,
Wells, so deep,
I can't see the bottom.
And your lips,
Dear God your lips,
Jewels set on your face,
That I feel I was born just to kiss.
At night I want to reach out,
And find your body there.
I want to know every inch of your skin.
I want to feel your weight on my hips.
I want to tell you how your name echos in my chest.
I want to tell you how,
If I had the option of going anywhere
And doing anything
Or sitting in with you, drinking wine
And watching a ******* film.
I'd pick you everytime

But my courage seems to elude me.
I wish my beating heart would be still.
Because there are so many things,
I want to say to you
But I know I never will.
Matt KH Dec 2009
When we were kids we had ideas and dreams,
Of what we wanted to be.
It boiled down to one thing,
We wanted to be a somebody.
We could go as far as our imagination would let us.
And the stars were just figures in the sky,
That one day we could reach out and touch.
Maybe we just wanted to leave this world a better place,
Than when we met it
Maybe we just wanted to be remembered for something great.
But we grew up.
Dreams faded into the ether of the past.
And we became what we become.

Waitress' and waiters.
Callous palmed factory workers.
Ticket booth operators.
Cleaners, tradesmen and
Bus drivers.
Barmen, bank clerks and
Insurance salemen
People that make the world tick.

When you walk down the street,
You can hear a chorus of unsung hymns.
The girl who just wanted to sing.
But was too afraid to take to the stage.
So her songs remain hers.
The unseen kid.
Who's got a notebook of broken dreams.
But remains alive.
Because it's through the ink that his heart beats.
Through his words that his thoughts breathe.
Or the man who works a job he hates.
Just to hold up his family.
These people are just living their lives.
But these people are somebody to someone

Don't let this be just another poem.
Don't let these words mean nothing.
Their is more in life than being great.
Is it not enough to make one person happy.
Is it not enough to make yourself happy.
Nobody can define you.
The walls might not fall but
You got to try and make them
You can be anything you want to be.
Sing like no one's listening.
Dance like no one's watching.
Shine as bright as you can.

You are a somebody.
You always have been.
And you still have time to be.
Matt KH Dec 2009
'So you want to be a writer' he says.
As a smirk quirks his lips.
'Actions speak louder than words son,
has no one ever said that to you?
It's not about words, it's about what you do.'

I'll admit in my mind a stereotype starts to form.

It seems like he's posing just standing there,
With his short cut blonde tipped hair and
Beard neatly trimmed.
Muscled like he spends way too much time in the gym.
There's gold round his neck like rejects from the Mr.T Collection
He keeps adjusting himself like he has got a semi-*******
A mans man it could be said
I wouldn't say that i'd just call him a *******

'I've got better things to do than read words and rhymes,
It's all just a waste of my time,
I've never even read a book.'
He says with with some pride
'I'm a man of action, why write?
I just say what I want to say,
Frankly I think writing and poetry is a bit gay!'

I feel the bile rise in my throat,
I close my eyes,
Count to ten,
Suppress the urge to stab him with my pen.
Then calmly I begin.

'Words hold so much power, words can inspire,
words can bring tears to your eyes
Or set your heart on fire.
You say actions speak louder than words, I disagree.
With actions you can be great,
If you go hell for leather.
But with just a few words you can live forever.
Words can paint pictures in the mind,
Give you strength that you couldn't find.
When you're down and losing the fight,
don't you just want to hear the words
'Everything is going to be alright.'
People find ways to express themselves to those they hold dear,
With ostentatious shows of affection.
There are millions of things that they can do,
but does any of it carry more weight than a sincere 'I Love you'?
Don't get me wrong words can be harsh:
Sticks and stones can break your bones but words can break hearts.
I love words and I love to write.
You can think i'm gay.
You can laugh and scoff.
If that's your opinion.
I've got two words for you.
*******.

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