matt fromm Poems

no one seems to get it.
my fingers crawl across this thing
I bleed on it spit on it sleep with it.
its the only thing that matters.
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too many thoughts
too many doubts too many too many too many my god when does it end. it wont but if it did... would it matter.
does anything matter.
of course it doesn't.
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Don't you wish?
I do.
I wish the fog would clear up.
I wish the forums to be real, creative, honest would just appear.
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We're only happy when we're dying. and we're all dying. the man on the pulpit needs your support. why would you even think of an assasination? why would it even occur to you to challenge him (or her) . clearly this individual has deeply rooted personal issues. have we all but forgotten the art of compasion? this one upsmanship thing we do needs to go away. its a detriment. that dude wants us dead. so i want him dead. dont see that murder only leads to certain death?
we look for things to hate. our teachers have taught us that hatred, biggotry, unkindnessness :) is essential to our feeble human condition. not true. conflict and crisis do in fact keep us going as a species but for gods sake, its simply not that fun. being full of 'it' will most certainly weigh you down. and it will kill you (us) .
so when it comes to those jack booted lads who wish to destroy you... offer a nice hug. dont fight em. slide a flower into the nearest orifice you can find and say 'have a nice day'.
do it!
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Fall out. to hell with the line. they need you so bad. but you dont need them. you dont need it. you dont need nothin. do you?
she may be an old woman, but you owe it to your self and you city to barge in front of her. to knock her groceries out of her hand. to say the dreaded c word right to her face.
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if you really want it in this life
burn everything else
this may mean your job
your girlfriend
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The words float by
In single file
In your brain
you just wan't to grab the right ones
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Down the murder red well
the gentle serpent, friendly predator a thousand colors bright
is awakened by the fire.
devours oxygen
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Sitting at the great ones table
And I feel all alone.
Pumping a 12 gauge round down the throat of the principal
And getting no satisfaction.
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On top of the world
And everything looks so small from up here
I swear I thought only good could come from my honesty.
I know sometimes it hurts, though
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