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Word Vomit

i can tell

when you lean in quite close

that you wear the fragile grin of a child 

on your face,

to hide behind gritted armour

has done you well

but you leave a trail of feathers behind

whenever I walk with you,

a hurried look on your face

to peek through fences

and burrow in the mud

excitement for any difference in the day,

what wonderful character that is,

to fill my head with thoughts…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 26, 2016 at 11:15pm — No Comments

Skipping Rocks

I would skip


with my feet plunged into moss

curl my toes underneath mud

grip myself

turning a stone over in my hand

weighing it with every rotation

to make sure it wouldn’t just


to the bottom of the brook

though if it did

it would not be lonely

because there are plenty of others

who have


        to the



Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 24, 2016 at 8:23pm — No Comments

Have Been

I have forgotten myself many times

mostly on purpose

I have made days go by without saying

hello to a mirror

and have been even better

at making nights disappear

suffocating myself under blankets

the easiest place to be

where words are muffled and sounds elude me.


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 23, 2016 at 8:00pm — No Comments

Marble Head

I would take

this big head of mine

and shrink it to the size of a glass marble

if I could,

and not even think twice

if it were to roll away

off the side of a cliff

and shatter,

at least then my head could

be of some use

the scattered fragments

could reflect the sun

create sparkling flicks of twinkle,

or cut someone.


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 22, 2016 at 7:00pm — No Comments

You Sound Like the City

You sound like the city

when you speak, and

when you walk with your head

held up high

tilting always up,

I wonder if you will

drown when the rain comes,

You will be

drenched, no doubt

like suits marching

down streets with ancient

names, holding more

significance than themselves,

some looking down

others drowning too.


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 22, 2016 at 5:28pm — No Comments

I had to let these words out.

oh my darling

how i miss you when you are away

you may not know

i curl up in my thoughts

and let them whirl and twirl

pushing them out of my head

through little tear drops that

fall onto pillows and


only to make room for the

loveliest images of my darling

a face so beautiful to me

a transformative soul

so tugging at mine with excitement

stimulating words that wrap

around my…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 19, 2016 at 10:56pm — 1 Comment

Polite Love

the trees are polite


they bow to the wind

whenever it pushes through clouds

and knocks upon their cracked bark,

their aged and writhed skin,

contours of time shaped by the hand

of everything,

blushes as gusts brush upon them

like the touch of a lover’s face

pressed against a lover’s face,

comfort, sweet and warm

to contrast rough and gritty,

overwhelm these monuments,

make their leaves shake…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 17, 2016 at 7:04pm — No Comments

The Tick Ticking

The tick ticking of the clock

Was a flick in my ear,

A scrimmage of sorts

Or a remembrance of idle

Days, hours, minutes,



Wasted on fumbled aggressions,

Wasted on putrid

Narcissism of youth

My youth

Whose tongue was tussled

Upon movement and

Frayed by ignoring the tick ticking.


In comparison to the bestiality

Of lost time

And of…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 8, 2016 at 10:42pm — No Comments

I think I shall start posting here again because I miss this place.

I think I shall start posting here again because I miss this place.


Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 8, 2016 at 10:36pm — 1 Comment

Back Maybe

Wow I haven't been to this place in a year, or maybe two. A lot has changed, I guess. I suppose I felt like posting here again because I like how quiet I was here and how anonymous I was. I used to write way more when I was writing here. I was writing for myself and not so that people would read it. I liked it here. Why did I ever leave? Maybe I should start up here again. Maybe.

Added by Terr Di Matteo on June 23, 2012 at 11:30am — No Comments

something similar of me

I wish for you to be

something similar of me.

Not for anything quite the like,

or in particular of consequence.

I wish for you to be

something radiant of me.

Just for kicks and giggles,

or to lay me down gently to rest.

I wish for you to be

something fantastical of me.

Alluring the brand of chivalrous tasks,

or hoarding my heart for all of its beats.

I wish for you to be

something similar of…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on April 12, 2011 at 11:36pm — 1 Comment



Chasing with long strides

after a monument

constantly seeping into my mind.

It is all too loud now,

or too cluttered with the like,

just to ooze and bear

that misleading sight.


Right through the gap

left widely spread

as open as shut tight.

It is closed now,

as boundless boundaries grasped

it by the hold

and tossed it out for gone.


In replay of the…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on February 15, 2011 at 7:30pm — 1 Comment

A Question

twice flight, was fright

was it not.

if it should be said, say it

not for a sound.

a penny for a thought, square rounded

for a mould

unbreakable yet so.

stub your candle, snuff its stub

melted mess breaks hold

of this,

jumbled mid air

as it was leapt for chance

fell flat, flat in outcome

was it not?

Added by Terr Di Matteo on February 14, 2011 at 1:22am — No Comments

The red

My name is red

And I am alone

To transform the sign,

To take its rook.

There is nothing

About this in an outward sense

Remotely uncanny,

Increasingly unusual.

To gather round

The spot before time,

When everything ceased.

Ceases, never it was

Of obvious sway,

And shake

The red.

Added by Terr Di Matteo on February 5, 2011 at 7:58pm — 1 Comment

The scene, unseen, unclean.

The noises, Oh the noises

The scene, unseen, unclean

Are screeching ever so reverently,

As there is a barricade around

The scene.

This taste, is far too sweet

The scene, unseen, unclean

For the melancholy glances,

Envisioned sideward and frontward


The sound, uncaptured sound

The scene, unseen, unclean

Dances in front of the blockage

As vibrations add tension to befall



Added by Terr Di Matteo on February 3, 2011 at 7:20pm — No Comments

This is Beginning to Wane

This is beginning to wane.

Oh, you see it,

How it is

On the outside

But not for

A tale so sad

Unfolding when you turn

Your head aside.

Look not upon it they call

Or whisper

Or wrench their guts full

Of laughter at us.

All because we know.


You are not who you think you are

On the outside

A tail between a leg

Faults held up high.

High we are

When you are…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on January 31, 2011 at 5:46pm — 3 Comments

Free Verse Nothing

I am away from all of my faults

upon this valley of green

blush, is my cheeks

full as my name is being called

come, away to let all of this

free, as my face is wiped clean

of all of the mess,

left streak marks under my eyes

so uncomfortablly stretching

eerie pain so indisputable,

but yet unnerving this chasm

held so high in the deepest valley

to unlock what has been kept, underneath

the stride of my…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on January 10, 2011 at 2:00pm — 1 Comment

Whenever the wind blows quietly through my gaze

There is a hush that fills the silence of the world.

It is quiet and my stomach lurches

this deed, of woeful task,

haunting me as the steps echo

their orderly pattern

down the path,

where not a sound is heard

but the constant pitting and patting,

and quiets the blankets of the non believers

who leave a mess of folds fixated on the neatness of softly falling,

gently calling,

white mask, to lay the earth to…


Added by Terr Di Matteo on December 13, 2010 at 1:29pm — 9 Comments



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