Submissions by Brian-Matos
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is more than writing, because to me, it is more than breathing.
ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2013 00:21am
2nd Jan 2013 00:21am
Pants On Fire!
Unbelievable.
Able not, I am, to believe the lies you teach.
But it's even more unbelievable that you believe the lies you preach.
And each..... little lie you sale.
Is a bigger lie you reach.
Stop!
Drop and Roll!
Little Liar Liar.
Elbaveilebnu!
Able not, I am, to believe the lies you teach.
But it's even more unbelievable that you believe the lies you preach.
And each..... little lie you sale.
Is a bigger lie you reach.
Stop!
Drop and Roll!
Little Liar Liar.
Elbaveilebnu!
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2010 7:28pm
5th Aug 2010 7:28pm
Dreaming
It starts,
With the comming of the breeze,
With the whispers of the moon,
With the sway of the trees,
With the flowers as they bloom.
It's a dream with you and I,
As we gently kiss eachother,
I can stare through your eyes,
To make sure we are truly lovers.
In this dream it is just us two,
Where the sun shines a little brighter,
Where the ocean is a deeper blue,
And the cotton clouds are whiter.
I feel perfect in this dream,
Just to feel your tender touch,
Our fingers crossing inbetween,
Realizing I need you so...
With the comming of the breeze,
With the whispers of the moon,
With the sway of the trees,
With the flowers as they bloom.
It's a dream with you and I,
As we gently kiss eachother,
I can stare through your eyes,
To make sure we are truly lovers.
In this dream it is just us two,
Where the sun shines a little brighter,
Where the ocean is a deeper blue,
And the cotton clouds are whiter.
I feel perfect in this dream,
Just to feel your tender touch,
Our fingers crossing inbetween,
Realizing I need you so...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2010 7:24pm
5th Aug 2010 7:24pm
I . A M . T I R E D
Tired.
I just want to close my eyes,
While hatred dies,
And mothers yet again cry for the lost of a child.
Living in this irritating world of violence and people acting wild.
Not a smile,
is seen where darkness conquers memories.
I'm tired.
Exhausted on being told what I can't and should believe.
I want to close my eyes as all turn to ashes and dust,
And hate turns to rust,
But who can I trust.
When hate is everlasting and eternal,
It puts love and peace on the back burner.
What has come of a nation that was once united.
Now as...
I just want to close my eyes,
While hatred dies,
And mothers yet again cry for the lost of a child.
Living in this irritating world of violence and people acting wild.
Not a smile,
is seen where darkness conquers memories.
I'm tired.
Exhausted on being told what I can't and should believe.
I want to close my eyes as all turn to ashes and dust,
And hate turns to rust,
But who can I trust.
When hate is everlasting and eternal,
It puts love and peace on the back burner.
What has come of a nation that was once united.
Now as...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2010 2:38am
2nd Aug 2010 2:38am
Craked Road
The wind blowing, slow with ease.
The owls hooting on the trees.
The sidewalk, gray with numerous cracks.
The road, continuous and piercing black.
The street lights flickering.
The birds no longer sing.
The children scream and cry.
The happiness has died.
The shadows slowly move adjacent.
The loneliness has become complaisant.
The idea of ever getting out.
Is an idea I strongly doubt.
Is it the fact that I hold hate.
Is it that I forgive too late.
Is this the reason...
The owls hooting on the trees.
The sidewalk, gray with numerous cracks.
The road, continuous and piercing black.
The street lights flickering.
The birds no longer sing.
The children scream and cry.
The happiness has died.
The shadows slowly move adjacent.
The loneliness has become complaisant.
The idea of ever getting out.
Is an idea I strongly doubt.
Is it the fact that I hold hate.
Is it that I forgive too late.
Is this the reason...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2010 3:42am
14th Jul 2010 3:42am
What is love ?
What is being in love?
Is it not being able
to think properly all because
the other persons name is
in your head?
The fact that you cannot
sleep without their aroma, so
you ware their shirt?
How just the thought of
that person makes you want
to smile and cry at
the same time because every
second without them feels like
a year?
How saying the...
Is it not being able
to think properly all because
the other persons name is
in your head?
The fact that you cannot
sleep without their aroma, so
you ware their shirt?
How just the thought of
that person makes you want
to smile and cry at
the same time because every
second without them feels like
a year?
How saying the...
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