I wander Down corridors of shadow Through doorways made From the darkest dreams And wait in rooms Painted in the colours Of my nightmares I wonder How long I have spent Lost within this labyrinth And how much longer Until I escape Until I wake And return To reality But deep down I… Continue reading Beyond What Is Real
Author: Matt
Yo, hi, hello. I'm just your standard sarcastic, cynical, satirical guy who doesn't care much for acting in an 'age appropriate' manner, whatever that means. I write poetry and short stories. Want to know anything else? -> https://mspoetry.com/whos-matt
Panic Attack
I went a little off track Hope it's nothing more Than a just minor setback Don't want to have to backtrack Track back Back along the beaten track Uncovering the old cracks Filling up my backpack With the stack of weights that I thought I'd left behind Don't make me go back Back where my… Continue reading Panic Attack
Shades
This poem actually started out as an anti-Valentines piece, before becoming what it is now.
Roses ain’t red
And violets ain’t blue
Who says they are
Ain’t got a clue
Some may be black
While others are white
And those which are pink
Are no less right
And they’re so much more
Than colours and shades
They’ve a scent and shape
That never fades
Their colour should never
Define or dictate
It’s no reason to love
Nor reason to hate
Imagine how boring
Our gardens would be
If all roses were red
Like people say they should be
So quit fucking hating
For colour or race
It’s our differences
We need to embrace
Division is all
The bastards want
So lets just play nice
And stop being cunts
TLDR: fuck racism, fuck sexism, fuck homophobia, just fuck discrimination
The Fall Of An Empire
"How quickly an empire can fall." "I... I don't understand what went wrong." "You allowed greed and complacency to get the better of you. Rookie mistake." "But-" "Buy cheap, build fast. I told you that's the way to do it." "Whatever. Monopoly's a stupid game, anyway." Response to the Word of the Day Challenge… Continue reading The Fall Of An Empire
What Is Poetry?
Poetry To me Is none of that Pretentious tripe The fancy writers Use to describe Their chosen art form "The crying of the soul" "The words the heart speaks When the lips can't open" "A pain so intense That tears become words" Poetry To me Is just words That I'm too… Continue reading What Is Poetry?
Nature Always Wins
Nature always wins Why do we even try To fight it? Every fire Every flood Every drought And every storm Warnings we cannot afford To ignore Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: nature
Foreigner
There are days That I feel Like a foreigner In my own skin In my own head As though I don't belong And there lives Another being Much stronger Than I Controlling The thoughts And the voices Compelling me To leave But what if I do? Where would I go? This mind And this… Continue reading Foreigner
What Rhymes With Coffee?
"What rhymes with coffee?" The only word that I can think of Would be toffee Maybe one or two near rhymes But they're all a little off key They'd have a better chance of working Spoken softly But I'll try to think of more When I'm a little less groggy And my brain less foggy… Continue reading What Rhymes With Coffee?
Take Me Back
I want to find a place In this world Where I can feel at home I want to find a face That I can wear And feels like my own I want to find my people All so different No-one feels like a clone I want to stand In a crowd Where I don't… Continue reading Take Me Back
Vultures
Death Draws them in The smell Of blood Calls them To feast Tear flesh From bone Gorging On every sinew Every fibre Leaving nothing For their family To mourn Vultures The media I can't tell the difference Anymore Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: vulture
