Biography of matthew broxton
I live in Birmingham, I've been writing since I was very young. I was persuaded to join the site and submit my poems. I love all forms of poetry, It's an amazing form of communication, that's part of the reason I write, in order to express pent-up feelings. Thankyou for reading.
matthew broxton Poems
I wish I could getaway, just for a day, not vacate the country, but an aspect of myself.
Feminism, the two headed beast, one you love, the second you loathe.
I Am A Fan, We Are The Crowd
I am a fan, I sit in the stands. I'm sticking with you, like gum to the bottom of a shoe.
Moths And Flames
Too much to hold, like wet soap, happiness slips right through.
Know thyself, Know me, Knowing the person I can be.
Paint me a picture, of what this is meant to be, a land of hope and opportunity.
A Male Endeavour
A child, wrapped in blanket, for his fever, a band aid for a knock.
Charity (No Clarity)
I thought I could help, do some good, well someone should. Bandage up the bloodied,
Miss Saccharin, your angelic smile, effervescent sheen, an impossible dream.
Love On The Top Floor
Candles are alight, wax dribbles down it's edge, plates parallel, cutlery too.
Lovin' You (Like A Vampire Loves The Day...
Sleeping on the bed, watching snowflakes fluttering to the ground. Darkness comes,
The Rain On The Concrete
Carry a flame, across the street, place it by a shop door. where we shall meet.
Break The Pattern
Break the pattern, change it up, be a good person, then an idiot next.
Love is ignorance, Love is sickly to see, Love is smugness personified Love is celebrated.
Break The Pattern
Break the pattern,
change it up,
be a good person,
then an idiot next.
Things have a rhythm,
the rustle of the leaves,
the beat of the tarmac,
against rubber soles.