Matthew English Poems

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1.
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.
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2.
Can I...

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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3.
Gender

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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4.
Fragility

Fragility is;
the smash of a glass,
a fallen vase,
the collision of two cars,
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5.
For Cathie

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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6.
For Cathie #2

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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7.
Friendship To Loneliness

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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8.
Vision

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.
#1

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.
#2

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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