matthew paschall

matthew paschall Oct 2021

If I asked you what I meant you'd probably lack my words intent.

matthew paschall Oct 2021

I don't flow for you to listen to my words.

I flow in the simple hopes my words reach your soul.

You see no one understands the words as they're spit

They simply bob their heads and nod to the beat

A perfect representation I choose to bestow

About how us humans ignore our souls

It could be filled with sorrow and pain

Or I could simply flow about the sound of the rain

But if I asked you what I meant

You would probably lack my words intent.

So the next time that someone speaks

Find out what it is their soul is trying to teach

matthew paschall Aug 2021

IS ANYBODY LISTENING

I don't flow for you to listen to my words.

I flow in the simple hopes my words reach your soul.

You see no one understands the words as they're spit

They simply bob their heads and nod to the beat

A perfect representation I choose to bestow

About how us humans ignore our souls

It could be filled with sorrow and pain

Or I could simply flow about the sound of the rain

But if I asked you what I meant

You would probably lack my words intent.

So the next time that someone speaks

Find out what it is their soul is trying to teach

matthew paschall Aug 2021

Is anybody listening

I don't flow for you to listen to my words.

I flow in the simple hopes my words reach your soul.

You see no one understands the words as they're spit

They simply bob their heads and nod to the beat

A perfect representation I choose to bestow

About how us humans ignore our souls

It could be filled with sorrow and pain

Or I could simply flow about the sound of the rain

But if I asked you what I meant

You would probably lack my words intent.

So the next time that someone speaks

Find out what it is their soul is trying to teach

matthew paschall Jul 2020

I sit in silence

I sit in silence.

This Never ending pain.

Where the dark clouds follow.

A never ending rain.

With every thunderous boom.

Its Causing me to shake.

A shivering sadness

From the water on my face.

My voice starts to quiver.

I simply cant keep up with the pace.

You see these thoughts are just racing.

They howl like the wind

Just twirling around

With no way to win

As these tears flow freely.

Staring out into the storm.

Striking deep in my perception

Of how I see the world.

With every bright flash

A different perspective percieved.

The thoughts they are now slowing

And so is the breeze

The thunder it weakens

Just a low grumble now

The soothing smell of the water

I put my knees on the ground

My mind starts to ease

A gentle wind at my back

I put a mask on my face

So that I can head back

To a world that seems broken

Until once again

The storm is awakend

But I know how it ends.

matthew paschall Jan 2020

Trying to stay calm

I sit in silence.

This Never ending pain.

Where the dark clouds follow.

A never ending rain.

With every thunderous boom.

Its Causing me to shake.

A shivering sadness

From the water on my face.

My voice starts to quiver.

I simply cant keep up with the pace.

You see these thoughts are just racing.

They howl like the wind

Just twirling around

With no way to win

As these tears flow freely.

Staring out into the storm.

Striking deep in my perception

Of how I see the world.

With every bright flash

A different perspective percieved.

The thoughts they are now slowing

And so is the breeze

The thunder it weakens

Just a low grumble now

The soothing smell of the water

I put my knees on the ground

My mind starts to ease

A gentle wind at my back

I put a mask on my face

So that I can head back

To a world that seems broken

Until once again

The storm is awakend

But I know how it ends.

matthew paschall Sep 2019

Trying to stay calm

I sit in silence.

This Never ending pain.

Where the dark clouds follow.

A never ending rain.

With every thunderous boom.

Its Causing me to shake.

A shivering sadness

From the water on my face.

My voice starts to quiver.

I simply cant keep up with the pace.

You see these thoughts are just racing.

They howl like the wind

Just twirling around

With no way to win

As these tears flow freely.

Staring out into the storm.

Striking deep in my perception

Of how I see the world.

With every bright flash

A different perspective percieved.

The thoughts they are now slowing

And so is the breeze

The thunder it weakens

Just a low grumble now

The soothing smell of the water

I put my knees on the ground

My mind starts to ease

A gentle wind at my back

I put a mask on my face

So that I can head back

To a world that seems broken

Until once again

The storm is awakend

But I know how it ends.