My Poetry
My Poetry - Or something like that...
I don't write poetry very often, and when I do it's usually because I'm very depressed or just recovering from a depression. I think my poetry sucks and you probably will too, but I thought I'd share it with you anway. Read on at your own risk... Untitled By Matthew A. Reed
If I can remove my self-imposed veil of despair
just for a moment
then I will see:
A knight in shining armor
riding through an emerald green forest,
A fair maiden bathing
in a sapphire blue pool,
A sunbeam bursting through
a cloud as black as onyx,
A rainbow in a sea of
diamond filled mist,
And I will know that the sun is always shining
if only I choose to see.
Fanciful Friendships
(a tale of King Arthur)
By Matthew A. Reed
A spectacularly stunning silver knight
Atop a resplendent, righteous roan
The ancient, antique, archaic bridge to ward
The magnificent, malevolent monarch came to pass
Striking
Sparking
Silver
Slashing
Sword Play
The magnificent, malevolent monarch
Spared the spectacularly stunning silver knight
An honest, incorruptible friendship made
But broken by the fair, faultless, fanciful female.
A Controversial End The purple bovine the pink canine and the fragile locomotive made a monumental motion picture. The placid, peaceful people went to see this monumental motion picture The controversial content split the placid, peaceful people. Now there is magnificent, malignant, monolithic mayhem. The colossal concussion from the technologically disastrous contraption moved the plaid and stripped, red and purple world. Now there are no more placid, peaceful people No more monumental motion pictures No more magnificent, malignant, monolithic mayhem And no more Purple Bovines Pink Canines or Fragile Locomotives
By Matthew A. Reed
Alone
By Matthew A. Reed
Here I sit
once again
All alone
will it ever end
Floyd floods my room
dark and meaningful
in my gloom
The chance to start again
to change the writing on the wall
but where does it begin?
Faced with hopeless possibilities
I turn to face the past
And there I stand
Alone again
Black Rose Dripping red blood And my energy wanes My love is gone My life is forfeit The Rose Drips On The end draws near And I await Alone, but unafraid For the end is just the beginning The Dark By Matthew A. Reed Can Face The Coming Of The Dark Are Revealed To Only Me And I Await For The Dark Is Mine And The Dark Is Me
By Matthew A. Reed
Black Rose
The night moves to morning
I and I Alone
The Mysteries It Hides From Others
The Darkness Comes For Me
Alone
But Unafraid
Paradise By Matthew A. Reed On the edge of Paradise A glimpse of home One single embrace Peace at last A tender kiss A moment of bliss A certain knowledge That freedom is calling The shedding of false skin The truth of lust The consumption of souls The burning of energy Home Peace Bliss Freedom Burning Sleep On the other side of paradise
