I drink coffee
                  She prefers tea
           together we make the perfect

               buzz.

© Matthew Harlovic

As horrid as it seems,
society cannot exist without inequality.

©  Matthew Harlovic

Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Day Sunshine. The Night Before was A Hard Day’s Night. I, Me, Mine, I mean, I Feel Fine, Better, than I ever felt In My Life. I spent midnight in the Strawberry Fields down by Moonlight Bay. I was Searchin’ for Maggie Mae but met up with Penny Lane so we ran around in Circles till it started to Rain. Yesterday was Something , but I can change I promise you that I Will. From Me To You , I can be more than The Fool On The Hill. Yes It Is, a little silly, but I Just Don't Understand. Why you constantly lose faith in this Nowhere Man. But We Can Work It Out, Because, well I Need You, but all you got to do is believe Like Dreamers Do.

© Matthew Harlovic

You only fail if you fail to try
Keep trying.

© Matthew Harlovic

Knowledge is infinite, exponentially growing
We learn to live without ever really knowing.

© Matthew Harlovic

I like my women like I like my flowers,
down to Earth, and she’s rooted to the concept.
From her orchard, orchids cry out that she’s
a beauty. A beauty as bold as baby’s breath
but she’s not soft-spoken. It’s written in her
blue-eyed, irises that she’s a stargazer
with a heart made of marigolds, laced together
by Queen Anne. She sprouted out of that cracked
cement with tulips curled to the cosmos, greeting
morning glories with a stellar smile, that I fell for
like a shooting star. She’s a bloomed-beauty that’s
bound to this Earth, and well, I’d pick her up any day.

© Matthew Harlovic

I may clothe myself,
but it is not out of shame,
it’s for the weather.

© Matthew Harlovic

They say I’m a burnout,
they say I’m brain-dead
but I’m proud I turned out,
with a light above my head.

© Matthew Harlovic

Inviting security of the self,
invites insecurity within our lives.

© Matthew Harlovic

Many* couples have a *honeymoon but few get to it.

© Matthew Harlovic

Curiosity
it kills and conceals the keep
Generosity
it fills the mind up with cheap
talk, think cautiously

© Matthew Harlovic

The only one I hate more than you, is myself

© Matthew Harlovic

I roll my eyes back
to find the third one.

©  Matthew Harlovic

Someday soon we will be holding hands instead of grudges

© Matthew Harlovic

I am just so ******* tired
to finally be awake

© Matthew Harlovic

The centaur; he who
channels two halves together
on an arrow's quill.

© Matthew Harlovic

Someday soon we will be passing praise instead of judgment

© Matthew Harlovic

Smoke rings around the rosie,
a pocket full of posies,
ashes to ashes,
Ashley fell ashen.

© Matthew Harlovic

Dreads are not dreadful
They are jaw-dropping deadly
Drop-dead. Looks can ****.

© Matthew Harlovic

Each and every* form of art
isolates me from reality.

© Matthew Harlovic

Crescent moon eyelids
flatter her milk-stained halo
is she an angel?

© Matthew Harlovic

I don’t deserve
to have someone so
deserving of another

© Matthew Harlovic

Astraea ascends
for innocence entails love,
goodbyes are the worst.

© Matthew Harlovic

I'm such a loser.
I've lost almost everything
but I won't lose her.

© Matthew Harlovic

So what** do you mean, you can’t take me home? Baby please don’t leave me alone (I’m lonely) and I don’t want to take the walk of shame home sober Well that’s ******’ perfect, love is such a crazy thing until you realize that it’s over. So let me let you know, that you make me sick, it’s sickening, that most girls will fall for your private show.

© Matthew Harlovic

Quantum mechanics
has discovered the *heavens
but *there was  no  God

© Matthew Harlovic

I think* that overthinking will be the death of me.

© Matthew Harlovic

The early bird croons
seducing the morning worm.
Mother cries softly.

© Matthew Harlovic

I’m not at all different
I’ve never made a difference

© Matthew Harlovic

There’s pills, potions
but nothing truly can cure my emotions

© Matthew Harlovic

To the naked eye,
the beehive cluster clutches
kin of lunatics.

© Matthew Harlovic

Please* beat my heart up
                                              *AGAIN
        ­                                                          until the *beating stops



© Matthew Harlovic

My younger self; he,
as hard-headed as a ram
takes life by the horns.

© Matthew Harlovic

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

I imagine your mind, imagining mine,
as we imagine yours.

© Matthew Harlovic

Love is like liquor, it burns as it moves in.

© Matthew Harlovic

Raindrops
will drive
you *wild
if they hit
the same
spot…

© Matthew Harlovic

You only fail if you fail to try, Try it.

© Matthew Harlovic