Matthew English Poems

I settle down in the coffee shop
Pen and coffe cup to my side
Amidst the hustle that surrounds me
as I try to influence what i write.
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I can’t sleep;
knowing you’re in his arms,
wrapped in his covers,
trapped in his spell.
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I wander along these desolate paths,
no sound, no light- just darkness.
The road twists and turns with no sense of direction;
this way and that way.
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I can see through your primary colours, shining through.
This library book of truth is far overdue.
As the picture shining before me just a shade over your eyes,
this opaque body that i’m used to- just painted black, the colour of lies.
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I feel drained. Love, life emotion, all gone. Just one word from you is enough to lift my hopes, my smile. I hate how you’re just so busy… well what i mean is, have no time for me. It’s selfish i know but, i just want to see you smile, hold your hand and rest my head on your shoulder. I know i see you everyday, but that’s not enough.I want to see you after hours, happy and relaxed. Sigh…
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The thought of you not talking to me, as if all emotion is drained from my heart, my mind.
Am i selfish? probably. Selfless? probably. My mind is not quick to thought when i speak sometimes. As a consequence i say/share what i should not with you- so instead you get angry, upset.
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“How many roads must a man walk down..”
how many lyrics must a man rip off,
to describe ones life, to make friends.
Music is an opening to mind, heart and..
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Ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details

I hear the wind pass my ears
as I watch the consequent sway of the deciduous trees
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I’m liberal to a degree
in a world that cannot be free
of criticism over every step- not even
applause for success, just more to blame
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To live pure is to live honest;
to yourself. A life full of flavour is
the consequence of untainted living.
Drinking tea black, just tea leaves and milk
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