Matthew Densley

Rookie - 0 Points (23/4/85 / Bristol UK)

Matthew Densley Poems

1. Impressions Of Love 8/4/2009
2. The Man Who Came From Space 8/4/2009
3. Lady 8/4/2009
4. Rage 8/4/2009
5. Shiny Metal Prison 8/4/2009
6. To Tell You What You'Re Worth 8/4/2009
7. My Missing Muse 8/4/2009
8. The Wrestler 8/4/2009
9. The Chapman In The Rye 8/4/2009
10. Have You Ever Wanted To Be Somebody You'Re Not? 8/4/2009
11. She 8/4/2009
12. One Thousand Young Men 8/4/2009
13. Too Tired 8/4/2009
14. Unmask 8/4/2009
15. Lost 8/5/2009
16. Porcelain Princess 8/8/2009
17. My Bed Is Made For Two 8/23/2009
18. Queen Of My Kingdom 8/30/2009
19. Just For You 8/30/2009
20. Zeitgeist 9/1/2009
21. You 9/4/2009
22. Kisses 9/5/2009
23. The Drugs And The Booze 8/4/2009
24. I Wish 9/13/2009
25. Lonely Man 9/22/2009
26. Loneliness 9/22/2009
27. You Can Show Me Heaven 9/24/2009
28. I Promise To You 9/25/2009
29. Everything And All Or Nothing At All 9/28/2009
30. Picture 9/29/2009
31. X 9/30/2009
32. Have You Got Some Happiness To Lend Me? 10/6/2009
33. Roses Are Red 10/7/2009
34. Killer Of Dreams 10/17/2009
35. Time And Fate 10/25/2009
36. To Paint A Picture Of The Lonely 10/25/2009
37. Natural High 11/2/2009
38. 100 11/4/2009
39. Passage To Paradise 11/15/2009
40. With You With Me 11/22/2009
Best Poem of Matthew Densley

Fear

I fear the struggle
I fear the strife
A fear of death
A fear of life

I fear for you
I fear for me
I fear of what
Will come to be

There's plenty to fear
Than fear itself
I fear the pain
and fear poor health

I fear my well
Is running dry
I fear so much
I'm forced to cry

I fear disaster
I fear the knife
I fear the blade
That is my life

I fear the man
I came to be
I fear the dark
And fail to see

I fear life's left me
On the shelf
I fear so much
It harms my health

I fear the help ...

Read the full of Fear

The Phoenix

Life seems so easy through the eyes of a child
For joy seems so great and pain seems so mild
But when the years unfold the world seems so wild
This is when you know what it means to cry

There is a hole in my heart that must be filled
Life's left crumpled ruins that I must rebuild
And a black dog that must be killed
I owe it only to myself to try

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