Matthew English

Rookie (4/2/1995 / Kent; The Garden of England)

Matthew English Poems

1. Memoirs Of A Comatose 4/10/2013
2. Conceit 4/10/2013
3. Purity 4/10/2013
4. Parisian Haze 4/10/2013
5. Beauty 4/10/2013
6. Please 4/10/2013
7. Folk 4/10/2013
8. Amber Glow 4/10/2013
9. New Volume #2 4/10/2013
10. Rêverie~ 4/10/2013
11. Perplexed Mind 4/10/2013
12. Unrequited 4/10/2013
13. Brief Nirvana 4/10/2013
14. Tomorrow? 4/10/2013
15. Plain-Song 4/10/2013
16. Ennui 4/10/2013
17. Jealousy 4/10/2013
18. Nictitate 4/10/2013
19. Behind Closed Eyes~ 4/10/2013
20. Tears 4/10/2013
21. Humanity 4/10/2013
22. Dialects 4/10/2013
23. Convention 4/10/2013
24. Goodbye Proposal 4/10/2013
25. Empty 4/10/2013
26. The Traveller 6/9/2013
27. Lost. 6/15/2013
28. Falling 6/14/2013
29. Opaque Bodies 4/10/2013
30. Sigh... 4/10/2013
31. Selfless? 4/10/2013
32. Vibrations 4/10/2013
33. Ambedo 4/10/2013
34. Friendship To Loneliness 4/10/2013
35. Vision 4/10/2013
36. #1 4/10/2013
37. #2 4/10/2013
38. For Cathie 5/5/2013
39. For Cathie #2 6/4/2013
40. Fragility 4/13/2013
Best Poem of Matthew English

Can I...

Can I kiss you on the lips
Can I feel you from the hips.
Can I peel off all your clothes
Can I touch you from your head to your toes.
Can I dominate you from above
Can I be enslaved from below.
Can I arouse you from your breasts
Can I taste all the rest.
Can I penetrate your void so wet
Can I thrust faster if you’ll let.
Can I moan and
Can I groan.
Can I defoul you beyond measure and
Can I shower you in ecstatic pleasure.
Can I leave you as a lover
Can I regard you like no other.
Can I call you my one and only true love
Can you be my angel
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Parisian Haze

Walking down such a familiar street, though in an absence of mind; my head is whirring, leaving me to feel faint and vision blurred, but I keep walking.
Step- after step- after step.
No music playing, as I’m wthout headphones, leaving my walk-man in my pocket, without a use. In the background- the only music I’m able to hear is the sound of an accordion playing, from a bench I’ve just passed. It’s usual to hear buskers, but the accompaniment, is queer from any other I’ve experienced before on

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