Miracles do happen.
All of the time.
If you open your eyes you'll see them,
you might even notice them in mine.
I know everyday for me is a miracle.
There's so much love...
But that's only because I choose it,
because that's what I choose to be made of.

I don't want you to lose it,
I don't want you to choose pain.
I watched you choose to be alone today,
and many other days much the same.
You say you want to be better,
I just wish you could hear the words...you can.
Because I know you so much...better.
I know you're a great kind of man.
The man that would bring me a glass of water,
or let me use him as a walking stick.
Or let me hold his hand,
even if the thought makes him sick.
The same man who makes me see the future,
and I mean that literally.
The same man who loved me into the woman I always wanted to be.

The same guy who is tender,
the same guy who loves so much.
Is the same guy choosing to be bitter,
but I love him just as much.
I know you will be better.
I know I cannot help.
But all my perfect, God-given happiness just doesn't seem so swell-
when you're spiraling and I know it, straight toward a man made hell.

I just want to tell my best friend,
who calls me a giggling freak,
that right now I really need you
and it isn't because I'm weak.
It's because my cat is dying,
and my ex-boyfriend is confusing
and I don't even know if he's still talking to me.
And I know that you're the same person,
but can we just pretend you're something, sort of in between?
Because last night was all about you,
and sometimes I could use a day like that for me...
But I am so afraid of giving when I ought not to.
Do you even know what I mean?

But another friend of mine told me,
would you rather say something you don't mean?
So I guess I'll just leave with "Please be happy".
That is all I need.

A lips that touch like an angel
Speaks so heavenly towards me
If a thousand of shooting stars would fall
I would then write all of it in my poetry

Hail the angel of mercy
It fly by my shoulder and set me free!
It was never my intention to fall in love in a passionate way
But he makes me feel so special what else can i say?

I am human yes i am!
i am stronger than i had never been..this is what i am..
My life once been in a constant misery
I had never felt contentment never been so happy..

If its wrong then you can cut the life in me
If its a sin then who are you to judge me?
I only did what i think for me is best
I only did what makes me happy atleast..

Been in my cave for a long time
My best of friend is this ****** bottle of wine
All i want now is to be free
To live my life not on lies but all in all honesty!

Loyalty, that is the word
I once made it my principle and now it seems absurd!
To be in love means you have to suffer?
But what if, if it makes you feel better?

I am human yes i am!
I am not afraid to love and get hurt
For EVEN love broughts you a thousand needles
I will take that needles
I rather be strong walking forward than be a wussy and being idle..

Point your finger at me, judge me!
what wrong have i done besides choosing to be merry?
Rather than be the slave of my own misery
Its my ****** life just set me free!

I rather choose to be the master of my own self
Than to be a stranger now of what i felt
yes i am human i am!
Now accept the truth and let bygones be bygone..

I wish people would listen.
Wish they'd pay attention to my words.
But people are so selfish sometimes.
I know all they see is their woe.

It's annoying, at least.
I wish they would hear.
I'm shouting as loud as I can,
But nobody's there.

I feel like a child
Having a tantrum at the mall.
Except this time,
Nobody seems to care at all.

So I resort to watching as they walk to and fro.
And I wish they would notice,
For even a mo.

I reach out, begging,
waiting as I hold my breath,
hoping for the waves to return,
to stretch out,
to splash against my sand-coated feet.
Staring out at the ocean,
I wish.
I dream.
I pray.
But somewhere in my mind,
I have long since given up.
Call it selfishness,
call it greed.
Never will the ocean touch my flesh,
but I still crave to hold the salty water
up to my dry, cracked lips,
embracing its sting,
crying out for the sweetness
you and I long lost.

Headstrong, yet bitten by the snake of narcotic charm...
As the venom flows, your dreams slowly begin to die
The goals, the passions, the visions begin to change
The personalty of the passionate man turns to selfishness
The confidence turns to self pity from the demon within
What was, what is and what will be, turns to nothing
The morals turn to lies, the caring turns to taking
This narcotic charm transfers itself to a necrotic death
Your family, your friends, your love, have slowly given up
You've hit rock bottom and still look for the snake's charm
It has been your pet for so long and you can't let it go
Your only have two choices, to slither in it's hole and die
The second is the *most important decision of your life

Pulled apart at the seams
I'm trying to cut you out
like I should have long ago
when the signs were clear
but what does that mean to the blind

I never thought I asked for much
just that you'd
live long and die for me
as I'd do for you
now I'm drowning in your discontent

pulled under by your ignorance of
my suffering
sinking down at least I
tried
what else could you have wanted

now I'm just another stone in the sand
at the bottom

It is selfish but
we long for stability.
Someday, we will die.

© Matthew Harlovic

All are doomed to love.
All are doomed to die.
Tonight bring the black tomb.
For even the most high.
Even those in this room.
Cannot pretend to fly
And I know.
Even you.
Even I.
Must die.

What is within your reach
Is in the soil beneath your feet
Or the tear on someone’s face
These things that you can touch
And nourish with your care
Can also be made to feel pain
If you think not of their very nature
But only what you would have them be

What you can only see
But not dig with a *****
Or wipe with your fingers
These things you cannot touch
That revolve all around us
Silently comforting us
Without our demands upon them
To be what we would have them be

What you chose to leave behind
Did you know what it was when you met?
Did you know what it was going to be?
Did you know the distance already traveled?
Was its promise too slow to grow?
Was it already planted when you found it?
Did you dig it up and **** its essence,
To be what you would have them be?

What you know now
Is the same that you knew then
The things you can touch
And the things you can only see
Haven’t changed though you have
But what will you do now?
Will you make them like you?
Or let them be what they must be?