Matthew English

Matthew English Poems

1.

As you disappear into the distance I can’t help but close my eyes,
as you dissipate into the wind, the same current that blows the tears from my face
I reach into the distance; that grows larger every second that goes by,
evaporating into the mist that clouds over our fate.
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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.
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Is gender the question,
For what does it matter?
To love is of spirit and mind, not
of petty labels set by the creator
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Fragility is;
the smash of a glass,
a fallen vase,
the collision of two cars,
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To my dearest Cathie,
why do i write? for what purpose is this writing to you? i write before i’ve even decided whether i’ll even send it to you. Maybe this is just like a diary entry; where i can store all my emotions and feelings. Maybe it makes this all so much more real; or just amplifies the torment i feel every living day i can’t be with you because I’m scared and well, because you’re too good for me.
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In life i just want to make people happy, not because they’re upset with me, just want everyone to be happy- that’s how everyone should be.. just to believe there is someone there for them, always, through thick and thin to care and belief that they’re beautiful inside and out. Everyone possesses beauty, beauty of a unique mind and soul; unique features and perks- even if they can’t see them themselves.
But, this is a paradox.
What is my real reason for doing this.
Am i happy? … i should be.
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I have not the lover, nor the desire,
though i do exchange love with another.
Love that does not leave me infatuated or entrapped,
but much the opposite.
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I write, but what does it mean that
I write? Blot the page with feelings,
True or untrue.
You may ask of what purpose these
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9.

Dear Diary; It’s him again. It’s him plaguing my mind, encompassing my soul. Meandering around my thoughts, trespassing on my morality; murderer of my inhibitions like a curse; A curse sent by a Pagan Priest to destroy me, depress me. I feel as if I’ve been thrust over the front line, left to wander no mans land- explosions; the flash of light is him. The debris of my life shattered like broken glass, a cracked mirror- seven years bad luck seems a lucky escape.

Oh Diary, when I close my eyes I see him, smell him- his sweet perfume permeates my senses as I fall to my bedsheets- oblivion. My dreams, they’re only him. The only relief to my tortured life. It’s really beautiful; we frolic in the sunlight, lay together under the moonlight. My dreams feel so real, like his arms are really around me- I feel them. Feel his fingers caress my soft naked skin from head to toe. We kiss and then make love- all night, every night. His gentle touch makes me groan and scream his name- “Oh Matthew”;
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10.

To Alison,

You are the love of my life, my secret, my obsession. Without you in my life, I have nothing. What is there to life without you?
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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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12.

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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18.

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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20.

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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Matthew English Biography

“I can see you have a great deal of water in your personality. Water never waits. It changes shape and flows around things, and finds the secret paths no one else has thought about - the tiny hole through the roof or the bottom of the box. There's no doubt it's the most versatile of the five elements. It can wash away earth; it can put out fire; it can wear a piece of metal down and sweep it away. Even wood, which is its natural complement, can't survive without being nurtured by water. And yet, you haven't drawn on those strengths in living your life, have you? ”? Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha)

The Best Poem Of Matthew English

Mist~

As you disappear into the distance I can’t help but close my eyes,
as you dissipate into the wind, the same current that blows the tears from my face
I reach into the distance; that grows larger every second that goes by,
evaporating into the mist that clouds over our fate.
The light at the end of the tunnel slowly fades into darkness;
the darkness that surrounds me and feasts away at my longing;
just to have you by my side again.
My sad eyes blurred from the tears that stream down my cheeks
into the river you so comfortably sail.
i scream out into the night, like a wolf to the moon.

All i can hold onto is the hope; the hope you’ll turn back-
and bring closure, or so i can just see your smiling face one last time.

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