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Matt
Poems
Nov 2015
The therapist left
I decided one day
To leave this place
The therapist
Didn't give me much notice
I guess she is just a liar
A liar
Who never really cared
My best friends don't call either
I'm tired of the emptiness
And loneliness
And so I'm driving off
On this day
Taking the rental car
Matt has gone away
I decided I don't like life
Anymore
Decided everything
Was a meaningless bore
Forget this creator
This Jesus that never cared
Who never brought my female friend
Who was going to give me a hug
Or say "there there"
F
* human life
The pointlessness
Of it all
I'm climbing up a mountain
Tonight
I'm going to have
A great fall
10,000 feet above the ground
I walk toward the edge
A step, a step, another step
And then I'll fall and be dead
Hedonists live for ***
And pleasure
Doing what they do
In this life
You soon find out
How much you
Are really f
*
*******
I loved everyone
But no one really ever loved me
I do have one good friend
But I have found out
What a f
up place
This can be
Banned from one chat room
Forgot my password for another
And now I can't log in to either
So I say Oh brother
Somebody wake me up
From this dream
Is this life real?
Oh that's right
It's just a movie scene
One scene moves to
The next scene
Until the body dies
I cry upon my wooden desk
People are full of lies
The therapist
Who went away
Married a fatso
Okay?
He's not fit like me
But women love guys
With a bunch of money
There is no when night
Turns into day
A student said the Matrix
Was his favorite movie
And it's one of mine too
Okay?
I don't want to feel
Anything
Just want to be left
Alone
Just want to sit in my room
And write these **** poems
I won't be respectful or nice
To the one who paid the price
All we do is suffer here
Jesus I find it queer
How many thousands of years
Do we have to wait for your return?
The suffering saints
Growing wearing
And waiting each day
When will Jesus come
To make the pain go away
My shoulder bothers me
But Jesus doesn't seem to care
I'm the guy you see
Standing alone
Standing over there
At the gym I'm on
The bike
I watch the members pass by
And as I walk out the door
I look up at the sky
No community of professional
I'm just a sub after all
I am a dull
And akward man
I stand about 6 feet tall
I want to share my poems somewhere
With women who would care
Who would hug me
And say there there
And the movies all
A F
**
lie
That has not life has
Been for me
No joking with friends
Or any type of
Social community
No money to date
Or to do anything fun
For exercise
I sometimes run
Just go on suffering
That's what the Buddha says
Don't try to stop it
After all
One day
We'll all be dead
Friends and family
All loved ones
They will one day
Pass away
It's just human life
It's not that special
Okay
The same dull frown
I just sit at parks
I don't make a sound
Miserable life
What a dump
Don't eat fattening foods
Or they will make you plump
I am paid twice
The minimum wage
To tell people
To write words
On a page
I press my shoulder
Into the ground
A small grunt
I make
Can you hear the sound?
i wrote this tired and in a poor mood. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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