Nature is life from which we can draw inspiration,
Looking at the trees and how they give me oxygen to cool off my perspiration,
I stand in awe and sigh as I breathe out my exasperation,
I feel like nature understands my deperation,
My desperation to fully accept that I'm part of the awesome creation,
This drives me to desire to become someones motivation..

Head held high, flexing the shell
bright lifestyle, I know it too well.
It’s a tall tale to tell but its best that you know
that things get better at the end of the road
Not too long ago, I felt the same way
I dealt with demons that crept in the grey
And maybe it’s hard enough to ask for help
but it’s harder to watch yourself
give up once you’ve left the shelf

Nah, I couldn’t stomach the pain
like a trumpet, I blew the in out of sane.
I popped open a vein to paint my blues, violet
and threw a pair of cans on to block out the silence.
I’m not defiant; I defy any tyrant
that tries to buy my compliance.
I ride with the giants, stride like Midas
minus the greed, all I need is kindness.

Spread your wings; shed the ego
live amid the kings like a needle.
Be your own hero, succeed the sequel
take charge, zero in on the easel.
Reach for the stars, you are an artist
Van Gough goals; erase all the hardships.
I may try my hardest
but I’m not the smartest
but good work ethic leads to a harvest.
Reap my carcass, long after I’m gone,
brains over brawn, shame on you all
for thinking that these walls can hold me in.
You get the memo? I’m better than I’ve ever been.
Binge drinking is a sickness in itself
try to **** the pain but the pain kills the help
as well as low thinking it will **** your brain cells
if you try to **** the pain, you will **** yourself

© Matthew Harlovic

It was a mistake to let me go
because when you come back, saying you've been missing me
I'll say no
because I learned how to be okay all on my own

Oh how I remember..
"come dance with me in the old green field"
letting go of the the things we feel
let our bodies sway to a soulful tune…

with these colors pale,  
and your eyes aglow
tell me the secrets of long ago..

follow me down to the river slow
use those tired hands to mend our souls..
____________

I’ll go down to the old green field
and hold fast to these things I feel
let my body sway to this soulful tune..

those colors pale
my eyes misty blue
remembering the things that I told you..

I’ll walk down to the river slow
take these tired hands
and try and mend my soul..

my parents warned me about drugs on the street
and bad things,
but they forgot to tell me about
beautiful boys with blue eyes that cut deep,
and whose hands can take a soul,
oh god, how they forgot to tell me
how he’d make me feel