Matthew Edward Peterson

Rookie - 0 Points (12/21/1983 / Salt Lake City, UT)

The Growl - Poem by Matthew Edward Peterson

like rain on glass
the flow surpass
and noise within the undergrowth
 
moaning 
           groaning
    floating
 
inside the wildest things
 
to see your eyes take flame
and your skin
with striped colour
 
orange
black
orange
black
 
white
 
the thought of you has been
and will be
 
but i had closed my eyes to you
and said no more
 
as the tears, and years
took every day without
 
you lingered in my thoughts
never far
but not within
 
banished vanished in sin
 
holding dear to me
i could never see
the movement
 
i talked as a fool
in a pool of my awakening
 
having everything
but too young to know the difference
 
as i search
i mend my brain
and go insane
and lose
 
i lose to win
 
i now understand that winning
was not my option
this is too great
and too fierce
to call it by the name of my ancestors
 
i shall create my word
and deflate the absurd
and feel the growl
in my pain
 
for my name is nameless
and nothing on earth will change this
 
there is only the thought of the prowl
and the will of my howl
as the moon in full bloom
turns the retina to fire
i desire
 
and i am born
the return of the king
within my dreams
calling power


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012



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