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A Boy in the WoodsAt the end of an autumn eve,
he felt the warmest beauty
The trees whispered and moaned
as they were stripped bare
He built his glass house
with the deadwood of seasons past
The elements pass through, unhindered
but he is warmed by memory
Outside the door,
the high was all around him
On the inside,
he had to create it

Truest HomeI took my mask off,
showed my true face,
but you threw it back at me,
called me a disgrace.

No one wants to see.
No one wants to hear
about my hopes and dreams,
my memories and fear.

They'd rather I stayed quiet,
shy and in my place,
but I can't stay behind.
I want to run the race.

"No!" They cry.
Stay where you belong.
No one wants to hear
your misery song.

So crawl back in the dark,
with your monsters and fear.
Sit there quietly,
year after year.

Never going to get out,
never going to get free.
This is where I belong.
This is the truest home for me.

Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
Flying now.
Running
free.

The Nature of ThingsHere, with my hands in the dirt.
I never imagined myself
as much of a gardener.

Then again,
I never imagined I'd be much of a cook either,

let alone a poet.

knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed.

Though they should've,
long ago.

So I guess I've changed.
So much so
there are times when I don't recognize myself
in the mirror.

I think,
who is this person standing before me?
Where did he come from?
When did he get here?

But I have no answers.

I guess this is the nature of things.
Though part of me longs to reach out.

To tell the `me that

Free WillI asked 'Was my soul still-born?'
My answer came when I awoke,
and my ghost breathed anew

I've bled too long for my frailty
I'm sending Eden's apple
back where it came from
He can draw the line
between good and evil

Hurricanes and False HopeRight now
I'm still dealing with hurricanes
And false hope
That I can't seem to pluck
From your mind

You cling to every word
And so I pick them carefully
But it's not those un-kept promises
That cause the rain to fall
Or the wind
To crash violently into our lives

It's all the things I don't say
The promises I don't make
Marking the way of change
And all you stand to lose

The fearlessness displayed
Comes with certainty
As the storm lifts me up
With outstretched arms

And I free fall
To salvation

The Torturing DreamSoft... her skin. He knew it would be before he even knew her name.
Silent... the breath he can't catch after his gasp when she said 'Hello gorgeous. Let's go make some trouble.'
Soft... the sheets on the bed in a room he'd never seen, but was happy to be inhabiting.
Silent... the arch of her back and the tears on her face, oxytocin induced...

Hard... the concrete he sees when he awakes from the dream
Cold... the skin on his chest where she laid her head seconds before
Hard... the sound of him lighting a cigarette in the quiet room
Cold... his breath when he exhales the first drag of another day

Dead HoursLater has come and gone, my friend
Were time to exist,
it would be against us
Our eyes will not appear
until the sun disappears
Where you are blind, we see

Close your eyes and walk awhile
You'll find the roads narrow,
the nights shorter,
and the days without end

Stacks OverflowWho has time for a nervous breakdown
when stacks overflow the plate?
He told me he couldn't remember the last time
you spoke to him without slurred speech.

To think, the only reason I made it this far
was to save that which you threw away;
now I'm trying to dig out of this hole,
but I'm afraid you dug it too deep.

Yet, it seems you refuse to acknowledge
that which is too painful to see.
Cover the mirrors and race from sobriety
while our boy hides his missing teeth.

When asked why he deprives the tooth fairy,
he told me to keep the money
and use it to pay the bills.

"I know you didn't cause it, Dad,
but please get u

Pale DawnHeat shimmers off the pavement
You know where the cars have been
for the trails of blood they leave behind
The stars await, breathless,
for dusk to unleash their light upon us
While you chase the sun into its set,
I'm racing the moon along the back roads
My sun shines after dark
in the glowing face of that old friend

By the StrandI still breathe your name by the wavering shore
And cast away to the sail winds a song
And close my eyes and evermore belong
To the unfed brine and its yearning roar.

The distant lamps polish the incensed green,
A flock of fallen stars upon the bay
Alights a dream of a submerged day
And strokes in feud a mind's browbeaten scene.

And standing by the strand I pace and skew
In hope a rising crest will fell or hide
Your voice; yet each raw spate, each rippling tide
Borrows to bestow an echo of you.

Through an Absent Set of EyesThey perturb me now; night and day.
Pushing and pulling their endless tide
Made of light and shadow, they are no longer,
At least to me. Through my eyes, I see only not
What is there. Infinitely finite in a quiet summation
Of nothing. Purely nothing. It horrifies me.
It fascinates me.

My sleep breeds terrifying colors, even though
My sight is gone. Images and memories of a land,
A sight, a suffering man who was there all but a week ago.
A sufferer who was fighting against a demon that
Was destined to consume all. A monster that was none
Other than himself. The thought that he was what was destroying
Everything he knew, he couldn’t ha

Before the Horsemen ComeThe unknown is coming strong
Faster than winter
I know I can’t be wrong
Eternity will splinter

Change is on our doorstep
And it is not for the better
Four solemn horsemen prep
For their true power to be unfettered

But from where I can see it
Atop the smallest spire
We needn’t worry just one bit
Before conquest can come, humanity will tire

This darkness is settling in
Despite everything you tried
All was lost within the din
And I watched as everyone cried

HeartI left my heart's door open,
But no one walked in.
I laughed but no one laughed with me.
All that's left is a symphony.
It's coming from the back of my heart.
I'm waiting for someone to hear it.
Will you listen?

Shabby TrickstersHe told me
where there is no light
there is no art,

no beauty.

While ashes fall
from the mouths
of shabby tricksters.

Only I'm no trickster
and neither are you.

For we find beauty
in many things,
both in darkness
as well as light.

And he
is completely full of shit.

How's that
for Spoken-word.

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by *MMDanielson, Jan 17, 2013, 3:54:39 PM
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My eyes met hers, and the stars dimmed
The sun despairs in her radiance
She is 'beauty' in every facet of the word
Hunger pains consume my interior
for her whom I cannot devour
Her face I don't recall
nor have I heard her name
Still, I plead at her feet...

'Tell me
Show me that something is possible
Tell me there is something lasting in this world
Make me believe you'

Submissby *MMDanielson

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

©2013 *MMDanielson

_{© 2013 Matthew M. Danielson

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~TaLa-JaCKaL Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is a wonderful piece, I thank you for sharing it

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*MMDanielson Jan 27, 2013 Professional General Artist

Thank you for reading it!

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~TaLa-JaCKaL Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome

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~satellite-hearts Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Very beautiful!!!

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*MMDanielson Jan 27, 2013 Professional General Artist

Thank you!

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*MySocksRock Jan 22, 2013

In my opinion this is probably one of the best things I have ever read. You captured a feeling here in a way that makes me feel it deep within my soul. Amazing.

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*MMDanielson Jan 22, 2013 Professional General Artist

Thank you so much. You just made my day.

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*MySocksRock Jan 22, 2013

You are welcome and YAY! That rocks!

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~TheClayForest Jan 21, 2013 Student General Artist

Whoa. I completely resonate with this. Thank you o.o

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*MMDanielson Jan 21, 2013 Professional General Artist

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