matt hartwell Poems

HOPE- kills
--love- is a waste
-dreams- cant be accomplished that's why they're dreams
--religion - fails
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The choices we all make decide who we are.
Do we fall on our faces or do we stride far.
Do i say yes or do i say no.
I scream in my head why! these choices blow.
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fifteen years ago(+ 9 months) this very night i was conceived.
who knew the poetic sycophantic that would thrive in thee.
more gallant than a full bread steed.
into the glory of the kingdom of poets i would lead.
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oh on the don't take one puff
you'll get cancer from that stuff
it will kill you if you take one puff
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Sleep with him.

Things i will never,
understand.
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Jasmine oh jasmine what a lesson you have taught
through the fire and flame i had fought
never faltering or stumbling in your sight
you said i would always hold you tight
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what was i to you?
just a good memory?
did i have any effect on you at all?
was i fooling myself the whole time?
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Your hair flows like a golden Atlantic.
When i look into your eyes i begin to feel frantic.
Your lips always seem to be with me so sycophantic.
When you smile my world comes alive.
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what a bloody mess of things
i must confess
so much stress
its starting to press
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