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So, up to Liverpool, pretty cool, I've got family there, and I'm trying to find my bearings. When I was a kid I went with my Auntie to the Adelphi Hotel, I remember it well, so that's where I'll start, move my feet, it's a quick walk to Bold Street. Everyone flocks to the Albert Docks, regenerated, updated, and has created a vibrant corner of a once-thriving port city, which is pleasing, the only downside is it's ****** freezing! The nights out are decent too, this where Liverpool really pulls through. Matthews Street, can't be beat, or Concert Square, where, you head to Baa Bar for some shots and a few jars. Then onto Nation with the rest of Liverpool's student population, going down to Wolstenholme Square, great memories, shame it's no longer there. Capital of Culture, lots to explore, the council wants to restore the city centre, Liverpool One is second to none. New shops to buy our Fred Perry tops, new bars to entertain us, new places to wear our smart Adidas trainers. A modern shopping centre to walk through, have they really called it Everton Two? Girls off to the supermarket with their hair up in rollers and wearing their PJ's, funny looks on the face of people who are new to the place. Lads in black Lacoste trackies, in the 1980s they came back from the continent after European success, wearing Fila and Ellesse, it was called casual, the style went national. A city of myths legends, some more tongue in cheek but still unique. A sock robber from Kirkby, is it the original Cavern Club? Well, to a degree. What about Carragher's tattoo? He's blue born and bred, is Paul McCartney actually dead? I know it's a clichè, but I must say, it isn't a mere rumour, there is undoubtedly a Scouse sense of humour, wordplay and the inflexion on the things they say. A witty city that's for sure, come and visit, you'll have everything you need and more.
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
Liverpool
So, up to Liverpool, pretty cool, I've got family there, and I'm trying to find my bearings. When I was a kid I went with my Auntie to the Adelphi Hotel, I remember it well, so that's where I'll start, move my feet, it's a quick walk to Bold Street. Everyone flocks to the Albert Docks, regenerated, updated, and has created a vibrant corner of a once-thriving port city, which is pleasing, the only downside is it's ****** freezing! The nights out are decent too, this where Liverpool really pulls through. Matthews Street, can't be beat, or Concert Square, where, you head to Baa Bar for some shots and a few jars. Then onto Nation with the rest of Liverpool's student population, going down to Wolstenholme Square, great memories, shame it's no longer there. Capital of Culture, lots to explore, the council wants to restore the city centre, Liverpool One is second to none. New shops to buy our Fred Perry tops, new bars to entertain us, new places to wear our smart Adidas trainers. A modern shopping centre to walk through, have they really called it Everton Two? Girls off to the supermarket with their hair up in rollers and wearing their PJ's, funny looks on the face of people who are new to the place. Lads in black Lacoste trackies, in the 1980s they came back from the continent after European success, wearing Fila and Ellesse, it was called casual, the style went national. A city of myths legends, some more tongue in cheek but still unique. A sock robber from Kirkby, is it the original Cavern Club? Well, to a degree. What about Carragher's tattoo? He's blue born and bred, is Paul McCartney actually dead? I know it's a clichè, but I must say, it isn't a mere rumour, there is undoubtedly a Scouse sense of humour, wordplay and the inflexion on the things they say. A witty city that's for sure, come and visit, you'll have everything you need and more.
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I'm so **** tired Of hating myself Of what my brain desires Being so close of losing m'self I am so **** tired Of just wanting to end it all My days are so numbered No one left to call So close to giving up the fight I am so **** tired I am ready to take the final flight Written by Michael Matthews
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Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 2:33 AM UTC
I'm so **** Tired
Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !              * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are,   Bearing gifts we travel afar;   Field and fountain, moor and mountain, -   Following the yonder star ! “                                - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Travelling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned King' one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolised His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - Of His kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………....................... NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj.            ALL COPY RIGHTS WITH THE AUTHOR ONLY ,
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !
Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !              * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are,   Bearing gifts we travel afar;   Field and fountain, moor and mountain, -   Following the yonder star ! “                                - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Travelling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned King' one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolised His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - Of His kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………....................... NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj.            ALL COPY RIGHTS WITH THE AUTHOR ONLY ,
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Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 ! A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………...........................¬.. NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. , Edit poem
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !
Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 ! A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………...........................¬.. NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. , Edit poem
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A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life in the prevailing gloom; While symbolizing His sorrowing, suffering, and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ……………………………………………………………….......................................... A Very Happy Christmas To All My Reader! NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD manuscript says that these three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes , & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming ; - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ,
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life in the prevailing gloom; While symbolizing His sorrowing, suffering, and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ……………………………………………………………….......................................... A Very Happy Christmas To All My Reader! NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD manuscript says that these three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes , & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming ; - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ,
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Many ones #100
I was told I was nothing Everyday between the beatings I was locked outside Given no love besides Mental abuse to hold me down Making me feel like nothing but a clown All this through out my life Still fighting with all my might To prove that I am enough Written by Michael Matthews
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Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 5:59 PM UTC
Have I ever been enough
Left on the floor bleeding Sitting in the shower crying As a child never understanding Waking from sleep to a beating Bleeding from head to toe Wanting to know where the hell you go Leaving the house to let the abuse happen At 5 had to protect my sister Stop his *** abuse against her Getting chased from the home Being shot at wishing he was just gone Guess you just didn't want to be alone But what you let him do was just wrong Left on the floor bleeding Sitting in the shower crying How could you let this happen Written by Michael Matthews
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Nov 21, 2023
Nov 21, 2023 at 6:13 AM UTC
Abuse
Your nails stain my skin like Alaska, grains beaten into my elbows from riverbeds and the crossings. “Have a drink with me, my treat.” I remember you from way back, listening to Dave Matthews Band while we emptied out veins in the front seat of my Volvo. Revolting, we voted independent and we decided to never come back to the night where Alaska was even a possibility.
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Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC
Nail Stain
Grey sky Don't believe you are not as beautiful as a blue sky. Dave Matthews wrote a song about you I love it to this day. Vanilla Fudge keeps my psychedelia streak going. I listen as I look at my beautiful grey sky. Now Bob Dylan takes over my ears, "Tomorrow is a long time." I can see grey clouds many miles away. They give pretty background to my trees across the way.
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
Grey Sky
We sat on the deserted air-raid shelter in the grass by Banks House it was Saturday afternoon the sun warm I may want to be a nun when I leave school Fay said I looked at her why would you want to be one of those? I said I think I may have a vocation she replied looking at me with her blue eyes what's that? I said a calling from God to serve Him in a religious life she said I looked at her fair hair the way she had it tied in a ponytail what about us? I said I thought we might get married years to come and move away from your old man and see the Old West she frowned at me nuns can't marry she said they have to be celibate I lowered my eyes to the yellow flowered dress she was wearing what's celibate mean? I said turning to look at the coal wharf where coal lorries and horse drawn wagons were being loaded up with coal it means abstaining from marriage and ****** relations Sister Jude told me Fay said but we're not ****** relations I'm just a friend I said turning back to look at her but why not marry? Fay gazed at me because Sister Jude said we marry God marry Our Lord   I sighed but you're only 12 like me how can you be a nun? I said not now when I'm older when I'm 16 say she said you said last week your mum might take you away from here away from your old man and brothers what then? she looked at her hands in her lap don't know have to see what happens she said she looked at me don't tell anyone we might be leaving Benny it's secret she said I won't tell a soul I said she kissed my cheek and said thank you Benny I took out a packet of football cigarette cards from my jeans pocket and showed her my favourite which was Stanley Matthews she took it and stared at it then gave it back to me she had tears in her blue eyes and they seemed as if they were in water I wanted to tell her mum not to take away her little daughter.
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
VOCATION TALK 1960.
We sat on the deserted air-raid shelter in the grass by Banks House it was Saturday afternoon the sun warm I may want to be a nun when I leave school Fay said I looked at her why would you want to be one of those? I said I think I may have a vocation she replied looking at me with her blue eyes what's that? I said a calling from God to serve Him in a religious life she said I looked at her fair hair the way she had it tied in a ponytail what about us? I said I thought we might get married years to come and move away from your old man and see the Old West she frowned at me nuns can't marry she said they have to be celibate I lowered my eyes to the yellow flowered dress she was wearing what's celibate mean? I said turning to look at the coal wharf where coal lorries and horse drawn wagons were being loaded up with coal it means abstaining from marriage and ****** relations Sister Jude told me Fay said but we're not ****** relations I'm just a friend I said turning back to look at her but why not marry? Fay gazed at me because Sister Jude said we marry God marry Our Lord   I sighed but you're only 12 like me how can you be a nun? I said not now when I'm older when I'm 16 say she said you said last week your mum might take you away from here away from your old man and brothers what then? she looked at her hands in her lap don't know have to see what happens she said she looked at me don't tell anyone we might be leaving Benny it's secret she said I won't tell a soul I said she kissed my cheek and said thank you Benny I took out a packet of football cigarette cards from my jeans pocket and showed her my favourite which was Stanley Matthews she took it and stared at it then gave it back to me she had tears in her blue eyes and they seemed as if they were in water I wanted to tell her mum not to take away her little daughter.
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Every night I'm reliving my past Seeing my mental and physical abuse My time is running out fast It will not matter what I choose This is the time to make my amends For all the wrongs I have done Before this life comes to and end And I have to go back to where my life begun I will lay down in my bed tonight And know I have talked to God So my life will be complete And my soul will be restored. Written by Michael Matthews
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Sep 22, 2022
Sep 22, 2022 at 5:25 PM UTC
So I will be restored
My vision going black Wishing I could go back Back to when things began To when I could see all my friends Wishing to tell them all how I miss them Them not seeing what I have become The sick and fragile person of today Wishing that I could stay Nothing will bring me back As my vision is going black Written by Michael Matthews
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Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 11:31 AM UTC
Vision going Black
I just want to be dead To go to sleep And never leave this bed The hidden wounds go so deep How can I let them close When they are frequently reopened Everyday something happens to  re-expose They will never be unopened I just want to go to sleep And never leave this bed Written by Michael Matthews
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Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 9:26 AM UTC
I just want to be dead
I have every right to be angry with you because that is the the only emotion pumping in my veins as I sit here for the hundreth ******* time trying to compose a rhyme about how stupidly, how redundantly, how repetetively, how pathetically, how disgustingly in love with you I was, I am, and I will always be because there will never not be a part of you inside of me Together, we defied everything Anyone could see our differences before our similarities but I've never seen more clarity than when you drive your car I fickle with the radio, and we sing until the road behind us spreads its wings and we soared higher than any pipe we'd light or drugs we'd scored The absence of your passion for life weighs down in my stomache filling me with a daunting silence I see your old house with its white picket fence and it calls to me like cubes of cheese to a mouse you taught me how to love I'm not goos at recollecting memories and regurgatating them on paper but if I could tell the tale of how we saved eachother of how we learned to become our own savior, our own mother Because I failed somewhere along the way and I think about you every **** day The skin around your eyes which used to simply serve its purpose as protective epidermis, has sunken, down I'd never try to make you frown but you look like **** dude and that sounds pretty rude but in the past we sailed across the ocean suspended by our hope wheeling in motion you've given up hope and I'm unable to cope with your inability to cope I am unable to cope with clouds in my kaleidescope I am unable to cope with you doing dope because I looked at you like a blind man who had never seen the stars at night I would never tell you what's wrong from right but we belong on the sea, Cassidy I will never be able to explain how you changed the seasons for me through any seasonal depression you've made up all the reasons, I continue to fight on One day I won't feel unsatisfied with my poetry and I'll be able to conduct something lovely about a girl named Cassidy but for now, I need to study for anatomy Mr. Matthews would not excuse tears on my lab
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
I will never be able to read this to you
I have every right to be angry with you because that is the the only emotion pumping in my veins as I sit here for the hundreth ******* time trying to compose a rhyme about how stupidly, how redundantly, how repetetively, how pathetically, how disgustingly in love with you I was, I am, and I will always be because there will never not be a part of you inside of me Together, we defied everything Anyone could see our differences before our similarities but I've never seen more clarity than when you drive your car I fickle with the radio, and we sing until the road behind us spreads its wings and we soared higher than any pipe we'd light or drugs we'd scored The absence of your passion for life weighs down in my stomache filling me with a daunting silence I see your old house with its white picket fence and it calls to me like cubes of cheese to a mouse you taught me how to love I'm not goos at recollecting memories and regurgatating them on paper but if I could tell the tale of how we saved eachother of how we learned to become our own savior, our own mother Because I failed somewhere along the way and I think about you every **** day The skin around your eyes which used to simply serve its purpose as protective epidermis, has sunken, down I'd never try to make you frown but you look like **** dude and that sounds pretty rude but in the past we sailed across the ocean suspended by our hope wheeling in motion you've given up hope and I'm unable to cope with your inability to cope I am unable to cope with clouds in my kaleidescope I am unable to cope with you doing dope because I looked at you like a blind man who had never seen the stars at night I would never tell you what's wrong from right but we belong on the sea, Cassidy I will never be able to explain how you changed the seasons for me through any seasonal depression you've made up all the reasons, I continue to fight on One day I won't feel unsatisfied with my poetry and I'll be able to conduct something lovely about a girl named Cassidy but for now, I need to study for anatomy Mr. Matthews would not excuse tears on my lab
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Going through life unknowing Family to Family Families who scare and beat Families who care and are sweet Defacs thinks this is for the best I would love to give them a test Take them from who they love Put them in homes who beat Move them from school to school Test their will to survive Just like they test ours We who over come their blind eyes And live to age of 18 Live to age and get dumped Dumped into a world who judges And defacs thinks this is for the best This is life in foster care Life with no real family No real home, But who cares We are not their problem Just a child, a number, a case To dump on anyone Foster care, more a hell than a life Written by Michael Matthews
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
FosterCare
mom played dave matthews on the way home and sister, sister hummed softly while i considered the things I never thought would happen this year and the sky was green and orange and blue green and orange and blue till it reached the mountains This year, I actually feel older.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
goodbye, 19.
I don't cry anymore. Not since I cried for you. Nothing seems quite worth it, since you left. So I don't cry anymore. Just on that one day... that seems to roll around a little faster each time, as the years continue to mount since the sky came crashing down. The day the war ended, and the white flags began to wave. The day all the songs suddenly played out of tune. When the phone call came, that was mostly silence. Just two people connected by the absence of speaking, while we attempted to comprehend the news. They had found you. You didn't make it. So I cried. But, your sleeve wasn't there to wipe my eyes on anymore.   And when the anger came, you weren't there to say my name the way you always did, when I was angry with you. There were no more 2 am phone calls, there wouldn't be any again. And I didn't look at the passenger's seat of that red Subaru anymore, because you wouldn't be there rolling your eyes while you serenaded me with that one Dave Matthews's song... The one you hated, because you hated all of them, but I had insisted that it was "our song" one night at 4am, when I told you that it made me think of you, and us and everything. There would be no more arguments that always ended in "I love you"s, there would be no more fighting for each other, fighting to love each other, fighting to figure out if we mattered to anyone other than each other. So they laid you to rest on a rainy Saturday. I didn't go. I like to think you understood. Because the war was over, and I was tired, and I never wanted to remember you like that. I was a coward. You deserved better than that. I just sat in my apartment, cried every single tear I had ever been destined to cry, and I didn't cry anymore after that.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
When the war was over...
I don't cry anymore. Not since I cried for you. Nothing seems quite worth it, since you left. So I don't cry anymore. Just on that one day... that seems to roll around a little faster each time, as the years continue to mount since the sky came crashing down. The day the war ended, and the white flags began to wave. The day all the songs suddenly played out of tune. When the phone call came, that was mostly silence. Just two people connected by the absence of speaking, while we attempted to comprehend the news. They had found you. You didn't make it. So I cried. But, your sleeve wasn't there to wipe my eyes on anymore.   And when the anger came, you weren't there to say my name the way you always did, when I was angry with you. There were no more 2 am phone calls, there wouldn't be any again. And I didn't look at the passenger's seat of that red Subaru anymore, because you wouldn't be there rolling your eyes while you serenaded me with that one Dave Matthews's song... The one you hated, because you hated all of them, but I had insisted that it was "our song" one night at 4am, when I told you that it made me think of you, and us and everything. There would be no more arguments that always ended in "I love you"s, there would be no more fighting for each other, fighting to love each other, fighting to figure out if we mattered to anyone other than each other. So they laid you to rest on a rainy Saturday. I didn't go. I like to think you understood. Because the war was over, and I was tired, and I never wanted to remember you like that. I was a coward. You deserved better than that. I just sat in my apartment, cried every single tear I had ever been destined to cry, and I didn't cry anymore after that.
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Slowly falling into the growing darkness Trying every day to hold my memories tight My friends of many years fading into blackness Nothing is staying in the light Childhood memories disappear Will I also lose who I am That is my biggest fear Written by Michael Matthews
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Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 11:47 PM UTC
Losing Myself
He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing These crimes between us grow deeper Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well his concerns He forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die Driving in on this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged No time to exchange And all the little ants are marching Red and black antennas waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut, cut On the fence, could not to offend Cut, cut, cut, cut Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die Lights down, you up and die.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
ants marching / dave matthews
Death is within sight Time to go into the light Return to where all are from Time to see our fathers son I leave this world of sickness and pain No longer a reason to remain Today death is within sight Not long before I go into the light Written by Michael Matthews
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 10:29 PM UTC
Within Sight
ghetto ******* laundromat, funny it ends where it began, i do love a full circle, but i can't say i love folding, and watching you do it is as equally painful as doing it myself question always, what do i want? what do i want? what in the ******* world is it that i want? that lame dave matthews song comes on, what i want is what i've not got, **** i know what you mean, dave, and maybe i should thank you for reminding me of just one more thing i can put on the list, or cross off of it, whichever way you want to look at it, it's just a reminder of what's not right, with me, with you, with all of this being thankful is a funny way of flipping the tables when you can't find a way to wipe the sad out of your eyes in the morning, because i can guarantee you if you find the right light and photograph yourself in it every day at around the same time, pretty soon you'll start to see that your smile is reaching the sides of your eyelids, and before you know it your irises will stop looking so dull, and soon you'll forget what it means to be tired
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
thanks
What do you know about the Immaculate Conception Benny? Fay asked me bright idea I said thumbing through a pack of cigarette football cards no it's what the nuns at school have been talking to us about she said   I looked at her as we sat on the grass in front of Banks House Saturday afternoon so what's it about then this immaculate thingy I said well our Blessed Lady was born free from original sin by virtue of the foreseen merits of her son Jesus Christ Fay said none the wiser I said taking out a picture card of Stanley Matthews and gazing at it well all of us are born in original sin that is the sin we inherited from Adam and Eve called the Fall I think it's called she said I put the Matthews card on my thigh and looked through others who fell? I said thumbing through other cards Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden Fay said what did they fall over? I said looking at her sitting there her bright blue eyes staring at me her fair hair long and free from bands or ribbons no not fell like that but a fall from grace from goodness she said and that's what they teach you at that school of yours? I said she nodded what no maths or English or boring science? I added o we do that as well she said but more about religion as well I took out a Peter Brabrook   football picture card and you believe that? I said about that immaculate thingy? Yes of course she said that's what we've been taught and your old man believes that too? I said of course he does he's Catholic too she said doesn't your dad believe it? Unless it was mentioned in a film staring Betty Gable I don't think my old man would I said I see she said my old man said he would only believe in a god if this god gave him a wallet full of money I said thumbing through the cards again and putting the Peter Brabrook card on  my other thigh and shuffled the cards that's not a good idea of God she said no I guess not I said but each person has their own idea what God is like or does do they? she said guess so I said I put the other picture cards away and put the other two cards in my back pocket of my jeans well what do you want to do now? I said don't know she said I can show you my collection of toy soldiers or we can go to Bedlam park for a swim I said she looked at me we can go swimming she said I'll go get my swimming costume and towel and  we can meet on the balcony she said ok I said so we walked off the grass and into the Square to our flats and walked up the concrete stairs together to get ready to go for a swim the sky was blue but becoming dim.
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Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
BECOMING DIM 1960
What do you know about the Immaculate Conception Benny? Fay asked me bright idea I said thumbing through a pack of cigarette football cards no it's what the nuns at school have been talking to us about she said   I looked at her as we sat on the grass in front of Banks House Saturday afternoon so what's it about then this immaculate thingy I said well our Blessed Lady was born free from original sin by virtue of the foreseen merits of her son Jesus Christ Fay said none the wiser I said taking out a picture card of Stanley Matthews and gazing at it well all of us are born in original sin that is the sin we inherited from Adam and Eve called the Fall I think it's called she said I put the Matthews card on my thigh and looked through others who fell? I said thumbing through other cards Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden Fay said what did they fall over? I said looking at her sitting there her bright blue eyes staring at me her fair hair long and free from bands or ribbons no not fell like that but a fall from grace from goodness she said and that's what they teach you at that school of yours? I said she nodded what no maths or English or boring science? I added o we do that as well she said but more about religion as well I took out a Peter Brabrook   football picture card and you believe that? I said about that immaculate thingy? Yes of course she said that's what we've been taught and your old man believes that too? I said of course he does he's Catholic too she said doesn't your dad believe it? Unless it was mentioned in a film staring Betty Gable I don't think my old man would I said I see she said my old man said he would only believe in a god if this god gave him a wallet full of money I said thumbing through the cards again and putting the Peter Brabrook card on  my other thigh and shuffled the cards that's not a good idea of God she said no I guess not I said but each person has their own idea what God is like or does do they? she said guess so I said I put the other picture cards away and put the other two cards in my back pocket of my jeans well what do you want to do now? I said don't know she said I can show you my collection of toy soldiers or we can go to Bedlam park for a swim I said she looked at me we can go swimming she said I'll go get my swimming costume and towel and  we can meet on the balcony she said ok I said so we walked off the grass and into the Square to our flats and walked up the concrete stairs together to get ready to go for a swim the sky was blue but becoming dim.
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When you drew in the snow AR When you told me I was beautiful everyday When I looked at you like the light of my life When everything you did made me smile When I cried from the thought of losing you 2 weeks in When I knew you loved me When I knew the kisses were real When I believed you When I wanted to feed you When you cried on my bday from Nerves to make me happy When we danced the limbo When we ate cake in bed When we took pictures of our food for an album that will never be When we made love all day When we slept naked When we woke up and made love again When we smoked and laughed When we listened to Dave Matthews Band and you were relaxed When I didn't cry everyday When I tried to wipe your scars away When you rubbed my face to clear my sinuses When you kissed my back as we spooned to sleep When I didn't think you would ever leave When you wanted to see me more When I missed you every second you walked out the door When I didn't blame our falling out on falling in When I told the truth about what we were going through When I needed you When you needed me I miss you so so so so so so much I miss us and what we had It was so unreal Maybe because it wasn't real Whatever it was I want it back I want those rose scrub baths I want happy dances that you gave me I want your smile that was my favorite Your voice that I loved so much Your eyes that were filled with so much emotion I could see through I was angry you let us go For someone else.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Moments
Waking to blinding pain No idea why the beating The parent just swinging The words coming from their mouth Talking about how worthless you are How you was a mistake How you ruined everything As you look at where the pain is You notice the streams of blood Blood running down your legs Your stomach, your arms, And your back. All this pain and torture Simply because you was born And the parent that day decided To drink alot and focus their anger on you. Written by Michael Matthews
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Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:03 PM UTC
Abuse