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March 2016 Blog Posts (11)

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…

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

Skipping Rocks

I would skip

     rocks

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

                       plunk

to the bottom of the brook

though if it did

it would not be lonely

because there are plenty of others

who have

sunk

        to the

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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.

TDM

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.

TDM

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.

TDM

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

Latest song...All The Stars (music still to come)

The moon is swinging low

I’m feeling rich tonight

I’ve been flying high

Where the sky meets the sea

Truth and…

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Added by Mark Bowen on March 20, 2016 at 1:30pm — 2 Comments

Somewhere Between the Seasons

Somewhere between the seasons

The scent of fireplaces brewing

All the plants renewing

Winter chill fills the air

Summer sun in the skies

The dew begins to rise

Feels like fall with frigid air

Spring is holding back

Yet we're right on track

It teases our resilience

Nature's ebb and flow

The earth's beauty and glow

It will come around

It always does

It always…

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Added by Signe Miranda on March 20, 2016 at 1:00pm — 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

dissipate

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…

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Added by Terr Di Matteo on March 19, 2016 at 10:56pm — No Comments

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…

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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,

Seconds

Gone,

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…

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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.

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

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