Matthew Hyatt

Rookie (03/3/1988-\ / Salem, OR)

Matthew Hyatt Poems

1. Web 4/26/2005
2. O'Whats His Name 3/26/2005
3. Obsess 2/18/2005
4. Circus Act 7/28/2007
5. Just Breath 7/28/2007
6. Untitled And Undated 7/28/2007
7. Two Faces To A One-Sided Coin 7/28/2007
8. The Toll Of An Iron Fist. 1/19/2006
9. X's For Eyes. 7/28/2007
10. As I Lay Dying 7/28/2007
11. A Bullet Sounds The Same In Every Language 7/28/2007
12. Sanctuary 2/22/2005
13. I Disappear 4/26/2005
14. Waiting 7/28/2007
15. The Blame 3/26/2005
16. Masks Of Truth 3/26/2005
17. The Secret Of Life 4/17/2005
18. The One False Truth 2/18/2005
19. My Series Of Unfortunate Events 3/18/2005
20. Beautiful Letdown 3/18/2005
21. Majesty Turned Murderer 3/12/2005
22. Sea Of Faces 2/22/2005
23. Ink-Eyes 2/22/2005
24. Anticipated Dread 2/22/2005
25. Thanks For The Pain 4/17/2005

Comments about Matthew Hyatt

  • Kim McInnis (3/13/2005 4:25:00 PM)

    Matthew shows incredible insight and talent in his poems. His imagery is dark but also reflective and uplifting; he has good rhythm and a gift for rhymes. Poems best read while listening to A Flock of Seagulls, particularily the song 'Nightmares'. I can't wait to see what he comes up with next.
    Your biggest fan,
    Kim McInnis

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Best Poem of Matthew Hyatt

Anticipated Dread

These bars, cold iron and steel
Like death's touch they feel
Keeping me in my place they stand firm
While trapped here bad thoughts churn
I hate this cage, this vice of life.
Tearing down a decent mans strife

The bars, rusted and cold
This man's life is already sold
the bland walls, lifeless and bleak
Shaking the foundation and not even a creak
A stone cold hell wrought with malice
Anything outside is considered a palace.

Once you get out you want back in
For the outside is infested with sin.
'Let me back in, Let me back in
To that once ...

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The Blame

He blew out his brains today
Just to say
He thought it was a shame
He wasn't to blame
For the fact his brother is lame
It was only a game

His brother's sentence to a chair
Was his burden to bear