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Matthew
@jmt
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I'm a writer, I wear leather boots and curse in cursive...
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2016-10-06 15:36
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poetry
9y
A little good
I'm not saying we're all good people, but there's a little good in everyone. Maybe the bastard who beat his wife takes great care of his lawn, maybe the girl who cut her boyfriend's dick off loves her
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poetry
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God, karma, and a scream
Here, take these fucking hands, use them, i have nothing to say and I'm dying to say it. Another voiceless scream rattles in my head, no peace left. Each day gets greyer, the color is bleeding. Tossed
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jmt
poetry
9y
The trunk of your heart
To all of you clinging to Life by threads and needles, I feel you. To all of you who feel worthless and stuck in the same tired games, I feel you. To the children and the children we carry in ourselves,
jmt
poetry
9y
Knocking words
It is easy to engineer these looming disasters because it distracts us from the things that kill us little by little. It's easy to hide in all coming to an end and we stockpile the things we need and we
jmt
poetry
9y
Polite and scared
Hello stranger, Tell me your story In whispers and shouts. You long for something. You've been cut down. Who's face do your closed eyes see? I'd ask you questions like these, But I'm polite, and mostly
jmt
poetry
9y
Rent is due and the night is cold.
You won't find Salvation in your phone, you can't hide in a Netflix binge watch forever, and eventually you'll run out of matches on Tinder. You can't keep pretending it's all okay. Rent is due. Your car
jmt
writing
9y
Alien soul and the falls of babel
Am I writing for you or me? If it's for you, I might as well stop. Here's the thing, if I try to sound beautiful and insightful, I'll be selling you a lie. But if I take a long look at my dirty soul, and
jmt
poetry
9y
Waiting room romance
I'm on fire and laughing, the rain isn't coming. The place between our first kiss and last word, is the most beautiful dream I've tried to forget. Burned every letter I promised to keep, No more holding
jmt
writing
9y
Bukowski, bitching, and whinging
Hey Steemit, Let's cut the bullshit. I'm sinking, a knot in my throat the size of a fist is threatening to choke me. I'm treading water badly and these legs only have so much kick left in them. I took
jmt
poetry
9y
Honestly
Today, I feel like I have utterly failed every single person I want to come through for. Shame is a physical feeling, a weight that won't let you pick your eyes all the way up. It's a dread, waiting for
jmt
poetry
9y
Cherry flavored poison [poetry]
You're my favorite spider, and I'm your favorite flavor. It's only a taste. You come to me in white, now you're washing me in scarlet. I'm dissolving in your cherry flavored poison. You brought me down
jmt
poetry
9y
Twice: an original poem
You changed my life twice, When I held you for the first time and when we spoke for the last time. The space between that first kiss and last word was the most beautiful thing I've ever tried to forget.
jmt
poetry
9y
Asshole
"You can keep your finer things, and I'll keep eating bacon."
jmt
poetry
9y
Summer is worth the winter: my secret
Once, I was whole and so were you. But winter came and I couldn't protect you, you were shattered like glass on the dirty ground. I hid pieces of my heart in shoe boxes and spiral bound notebooks. But
jmt
poetry
9y
Graham [poetry] just released, be the first to uncover the hidden meaning
I built this house for you but I forgot to hold your hand. I gave you what I thought you wanted. The bombs were falling when I stood and watched your tail lights fade. Graham is a gray town without you.
jmt
poetry
9y
This could end badly... [Poetry]
Remember, from time to time child, to gaze at the world beyond the tears. Do not hide from the light, it will find you, and why let it find you quivering? Remember, do not hurry child, make haste, but
jmt
poetry
9y
Cant believing Im releasing this... oh god...
Im actually doing it: Remember, from time to time child, to gaze at the world beyond the tears. Do not hide from the light, it will find you, and why let it find you quivering? Remember, do not hurry child,
jmt
poetry
9y
The life and the lie [poetry]
We all have a mask. Sometimes we forget to take it off. Some of us have forgotten what out faces look like. We do it for them. We carve and sterilize ourselves away, until we are shining empty reflections.
jmt
writing
9y
A few thoughts on life: musings from the waterfront
As time goes on and things have gone horribly wrong a few times, I've tried to learn. I don't believe in a god that looks like me, but I haven't managed to muster faith in nothing either. Label it for
jmt
poetry
9y
Kristine: a poem
I tried to write about The way your shoulders moved Like waves on the ocean and Your gaze, how vast and oceanic, And how I found myself adrift In the crest and fall of your breath. I wanted it to be perfect,
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