Her name was Mystery
She loved poetry, so I thought I’d write her some

Hangnails always lived on the sides of her thumbs
The same thumbs she used to type up her future book ideas with

Music flowed through her body like waves in the ocean

She fell in love with characters she’ll never meet
But she had so much hope

Optimistic, she was

She danced with the hillsides of mountains
And taught me about aliens

She swore she was from Elsewhere
I guess Mystery is trapped inside a fake reality
A world she created herself

Mystery loved movies
She told me she wanted to be in some, one day
But I told her she didn’t need to be fictional
And she said
“Maybe I already am”

My half-life reflects
my active light, I’m as bright
as my afterlife.

© Matthew Harlovic

While it may be,
That you take
One step forward,
Then two steps back,
At least you're moving,
Right?

I'm stuck in the harsh reality
Of living in this city
Which had left me abate
A world with no Cinderella, no sleeping beauty
Nor a princess with a ******
Just people ready to hate

Today I woke by eight
Still hurrying so I won't be late
But I failed and still i got no pity
I tried to change my fate
Yet the future still lies in wait
And I still didn't lose my tenacity

Tomorrow is just another day
Though it's the 4th of May
I know Star Wars is not true
But that's not why I won't stay
It's not like I'm running away
May the Fourth be with You

I woke up optimistic
Yes! my problems may be enigmatic
But it won't always be static
I'll face this harsh reality
With my usual tenacity

Sky, giving the possibility to fly
Like a hovercraft, every time in my eye
Endless, it seems as seen every time
Timeless, drawn with a blue line

Thoughts, giving the possibility to think
Transforming, into ideas that act like an ink
To write, the clean sheet of Karma
With, ecstasy(ies) and trauma(s)

End, gives the possibility to start
Afresh, anew, straight from the heart
Waves, the brain continuously sends
Possibility, it never ends


|AB|

For every two steps forward, you take one step back,
but you are still one step further from where you were at.

© Matthew Harlovic

As the words stirr in your brain, soon to be forgotten & left forever unsaid
Day after day slowly disappearing
Under layer upon layer of dust
Since the choice of being seen & not heard was a must
Just the thought of keeping my mouth shut & leaving my voice silently unspoken
Drives my mind insane & my heart feeling ignored & broken
How can they say it is better to seen & Not HEARD???
To me that just sounds so harsh  & complety absurd!!
I say it's better to speak what's in your mind
Sure it may not be what they want to hear because it may be rude ,instead of kind
But everyone has the right to express
What they think or may have thought
People just need to shut up & learn,
Learn to listen, they can either agree with it or not
No matter the subject or situation,
Someone will always have an opinion
We just have to be patient& trust ourselves with whatever we believe in