The question isn’t “why did god make us?” the question should be “Why did we make god?”
Author: Matt
Losing momentum
Losing momentum while you all gather like moths to a flame is the loneliest existence for no one knows your name © 2016 April
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Waiting room.
I’m not the best of men There is no hero Behind my eye sockets Unblinking to the aftermath Of human anguish Ready to take on the world Even if it hurts No. My body is just a derelict waiting room where a boy awaits Dressed in postman pat pj’s © 2016 April
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Fossil lumberjack
I want to go excavating For dinosaur bones Got my checkered shirt Camera too Though I might need to get some Better outdoor shoes They call me the fossil lumberjack Always was the nerd With dinosaur biscuits in his backpack Playing dinosaur trumps Till we lost or won Or maybe that was Just yesterday Don’t mistake me For a hipster Though I’m Still a kid at heart The cigarettes between my fingers The only sign of adulthood © 2016 April
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Perfume
Traces of your perfume Linger caressing the air Like your fingers Subtle approach Coy under veils Lest we be caught I sink into your aroma The ghost of your Voluptuous breasts Dancing, quivering Embraced between your thighs Enthralled by the movement Of hips Biting landmarks On each other skin I think I’ll just sit And let those memories Sink in ©2016 April
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Wishing we were
Lighting up the blues
At the end of cigarettes
Pretending surprise
When we become shapeless
Just a number
Sealed in folders
Becoming blurs
A fingertip away from zero
Touching silence
Wishing we were heroes
(c) 2016 March
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Liquid cruelty
With this liquid cruelty
Bring on the bourbon whiskey
And lonely girl bartenders
Living lives of dissatisfaction
Who will take off their dresses
While they’re dancing on the sheets
In hotel room one hundred and twenty three
Where cheap nights
Lace with cheap curtains
I’ll promise
it’s all discreet
And my fingers like pencils
Will draw upon her cheeks
The red blush of sex
She’s been waiting for, for weeks
I’ll inhale the smell
Of her perfume
Devour her beauty
When she does the walk of shame
I’ll beat the heart of pain
Knowing I’ve dirtied
another one
And I’ll spin into nothingness
At 3 am
Trying to chase back
My drunken ass
Before I feel lame again
(c) 2016 March
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Splintered influence
Splintered influence
magnetically fracturing
my existence
Laughing & crying
at my duality
inextricable
the fragments of reality
Holding impressions
laughing nervously
Bursting for the duration
of possibility
(c) 2016 March
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Mammalian heritage
Fingers dig into fleshy meat
Feeling for the joy that comes to greet
fiercely grabbed, you mustn’t be meek!
Hearts thumping with the danger
It’s beautiful dissatisfaction
That leads to such surrender
Reprimanded by our lust
All the waiting over
Hopelessly yielding
To our mammalian heritage
(c) 2016 March
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I just sat
I sat outside till the midges started to bite. I just sat.
Do you know what it feels like to feel like your drowning on air?
I rely on others to care about me, in a world that doesn’t care.
So I sat. And I tried not to think I’m an idiot. But I did, I slapped my forehead and said “you’re a fucking idiot” and I think the cat across the road might agree. I considered just staying there, sleeping on the bench.
I walked out the other night to distract myself from the S word. I’m restless. It was about 11:00 pm. I prefer being outside at night, i oddly feel safer. A guy walked down the road just before you turn to the block of flats, and I don’t know what was up with him but….it explained why it was a windless night. Because he seemed to have to all the wind coming out of his arse. He was farting really loudly as he walked along, hell they sounded like he possibly followed through. I don’t think he noticed someone was actually outside at that time to witness it….
It hurts when you realise you’re alone in this world.
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