Matthew Holloway Poems

Those well worn pages
those footnotes scribbled in corners
tell tales beyond the book
a storied history
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Dust lines the shelves
The old books left unread
For many a year
Their tales, stories forgotten
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How many of us just exist
Rather than live
Going through the motions
Finding a job, working hard
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There is in truth
No good or bad poet
Just a variance of opinion
Neither man nor woman
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take flight, take flight
little bird, fly away
far from the barren branches
stripped by winters hand
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the street lamps pass
in glowing orbs, micro stars
a blur of amber against the night
which almost seems endless
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What if I never realised
What love actually is
Let slip all the good that came to me
Let go the only love I ever knew
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it was like being a boxer
facing two opponents
you would face blow after blow
being knocked to the matt
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The world is in conspiracy
And has been for all time
Each government has an agender
Backed by false science
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There I lay in your arms
As lovers often do
Eyes locked to eyes
Tender kisses shared
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