He put it down
To the lost and found
His feet had finally
Touched the ground
A little lower
Than when he started
A little humbler
When the waves parted
The salt of tears
The sting of brine
He lost his footing
And found he couldn't swim
Sunday, April 19, 2009
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
3 comments:
ahh its great to have your blog back again matt. Some decent poetry to read. . . finally
Btw i like this one.
Thankyee
i likeee this one.
heh. I have been deprived of matty poems. shocking!
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