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Fear layed upon a cold summers night
As the sun cowars behind the harsh moonlight.
Creaking upon the devils prarie
Lest I forget a woman named Mary.
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Since the day i was born,
no one haas been able to see.
How deep my mind goes.
A human mind a casuallity.
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If love has left you bleak, with a dark decrepid soul,
And the storm has left your heart red with flame.
And it seems like your knees are glued to the earth.
And life feels not the same.
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Golden sun drowns out the oceans tide.
On a restless moon in the warm firelight.
The sea cowering behind a redenned loom.
A young tide lost, left with no blue.
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In this world, true beauty is so hard to find.
Sacrifices laten truth but for no good reason.
Maybe that is yet know, to fall upon our minds.
Maybe thine beauty shant be true by the seasons.
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Black like lucifer
There mother says.
Though the demon is not here.
Where could he be.
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Left, right still as death
As dark as him to.
You dare to stalk me.
He says 'Im You'
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I see my sorrow in the mirror,
The glass is frozen.
I avoid the truth but they catch up.
I feel them outside the door.
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I twas in the morrow grave on a midnight run.
As i did weap for a lost angel sent by thine sun.
To brighten all my life in broken truth.
That souls did reckon with my grief i did assume.
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Those who challenge the sun, do sear in its everlasting rays.
They soar with angels in the heavens above.
Yet only for moment, in there sombering days.
And those who seek truth, in ingorant youth.
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Why am I me?
What determines our road?
Can we alter it?
I guess Ill never know.
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In darkness leapt a soul that sparred.
With the night and the insidious stars.
And with no vow, be layed to rest.
In contiunce of the withered crest.
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Young man, dont be scared.
For the night is not eternal.
The dawn will come.
You cannot the stop the sun from shining.
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Once born, left to be consumed by the lost and the damned.
He wanders, he got no where else to turn.
The sounds of that summer, still haunt him in this land.
He wants to leave he got much left learn.
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The Best Poem Of Matthew Fowler

A Woman Named Mary

Fear layed upon a cold summers night
As the sun cowars behind the harsh moonlight.
Creaking upon the devils prarie
Lest I forget a woman named Mary.

I dwell upon my own mind, my own memories.
Upon s entle touch, and a cool gentle breeze.
Yet its hope repining, across the dust.
I cant live, yet i know I must.

The wheels creaking, in my desolate past.
The wheels of time turn much to fast.
Suffering like the wings of a painful fairy.
Lest I forget a woman named Mary.

Dignity flayed from the souls of the lost.
Fearful of the road that I must cross.
The end of this road, sneaks away from my sights.
Death ridden, hope hidden, on a dark dank night.

She was ripped from my heart, my soul, my mind.
So I ride on the years, and i hear her cries.
Quaking in fear, the thought is much to scary.
Lest I forget a woman named marry.

The river styx flows deep through my veins.
Crying stealthily, I snap my stallions reigns.
That woman, I see her in my thoughts and dreams.
I dont want to recelent, the memory it stings.

After years upon years, the darkness still clings.
Insanity engulfing, her screams still ring.
Her heart, her mind, memories Im forced to carry.
Lest i forget a woman named Mary.

Matthew Fowler Comments

Jack Shimmin 08 November 2012

Hey, read through all of your poems bar one, and I think your motivation for them is great; random spontaneous ideas out of the middle of something almost entirely different in comparison. Think you keep missing out spellings and the odd word but besides that I really like your stuff mate ^^

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