Matty Reynolds

Rookie (10-31-1973 / Chula Vista, CA)

Matty Reynolds Poems

1. I Caught Myself 6/17/2012
2. Nectarine Blossoms 6/17/2012
3. Small Cold Hands 6/17/2012
4. Talking In Bed 6/17/2012
5. This Home Is So Sad 6/17/2012
6. We Don'T Know What Tomorrow Holds 6/17/2012
7. So Be Drunk Then 6/17/2012
8. If You Want To Hold Me 6/17/2012
9. You Missed Your Glimpse 6/17/2012
10. You'Ve Even Ruined Snowflakes 6/17/2012
11. Years From Now 6/17/2012
12. February Chill 6/18/2012
13. Evening 6/18/2012
14. Leave Your Body As It Was This Morning 6/18/2012
15. Can You Still Feel 6/18/2012
16. A Dying Heart 6/18/2012
17. Barefoot And Barelimbed 6/18/2012
18. Let Me Go 6/17/2012
19. Through Valleys And Mountains 6/17/2012
20. I'M No Hummingbird 6/18/2012
21. Explode 6/18/2012
22. My Hands Are Hard 6/18/2012
23. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart 6/18/2012
24. Here Is A Wound 6/18/2012
25. I Have Brought You Nothing New 6/27/2012
26. When I Say I Love You 6/18/2012
27. My Branches Weigh Me Down 6/27/2012
28. The Landscape Of Your Body 6/18/2012
29. Flood 6/18/2012
30. Shall We? 6/17/2012
31. Traces 6/18/2012
32. When We First Faced 6/17/2012
33. The Fuchsia 6/17/2012
34. Behind A Veil 6/18/2012

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Behind A Veil

Only a man who shackles
Torment to one shoulder
And sorrow to the opposite
With a sad meloncholy loving
Heart the balancing point,
Could understand the love
Cast upon my soul.
That this fractured imperfect
Love is polished and pure
To a man whose heart has
Been filled, yet he is alone.
Only a man who dons a suit
Adorned with a clip on tie
To visit a lost love and snip
Crabgrass from around her stone
Can see the loss behind his eyes.
The only joy he has heard
Were crying babies he held
And the beautiful voice
Of the one that said ...

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I Caught Myself

I caught myself staring off,
Just for a moment;
Staring off wishing I could see your eyes.
Staring off into you,
Through you-
Through to the barest part of you.

The clash-bang of the press
Brought me back to the

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