If you saw her true interior Past the toughened, hard exterior Saw the sadness and the fear in her Youd’ve never said those things Every day she stays devout And keeps her calm as you just shout Of things you know nothing about Blinded by the hate it brings Granted taken, you have done Oblivious … More Fly Away
My Words You may be good with numbers, see But words belong to those like me My foundry melts the “b” and “e” To craft the words which come to be Every letter that I write is stamped with things I think at night These books, these poems, the short stories I write to put … More My Words
While you’re posting, making brands These molds are sculpted with my hands Faking press is fine, you see When you don’t care for “look at me” Having followers is great But does the content satiate? Or does it only serve the “you” As influencers tend to do So smart they seem to think they are … More Future Holds What It Belongs
Sometimes my mind puts up a fight and tells me that my thoughts at night are not the type of black and white that people want for me to write I hear these things, and I don’t know, if I should stay or I should go, for when the truth I do bestow it tends … More Bridging the Gap
I don’t know what it means to live I’ve only thoughts that I can give But if you asked me what it was I’d answer: this is what, to me, it does Silent sitting, by the lake Watching gentle waves that break Laying on this old, hard log As I watch my little dog Prancing … More This Lake of Mine
My closest friends, they’re here, I know Em, and Fitz, and Frost, and Poe They do not sit and dine with me They reside in my mind, you see We write, we wonder, work and play We converse every single day Whispers in the wind and skies The glint that’s deep inside my eyes … More My Idols
If you saw her true interior Looked through all the hard exterior Saw the sadness, sincere fear in her You’d never say those things You’d see the stuff that she puts up with While you tell her to plead the fifth Though it’s true, and not just a myth ‘Twas you who locked her … More No Strings Attached
“It makes me oh so fluster-ated When I type duck, oh I so hate it STOP IT PLEASE, I cannot take it Anymore, tonight.” Breathe Matt, calm dawn, you’ve created Something we can all related For we have all demonstrated The topic of this write It does it whew we do not want it “NO! … More Auto-Correct
I’m aware that they don’t care about the things I think and say They’re not good for Hollywood, my words are made for now, today I don’t pen to make a Ben, I write the things that I portray I’ve thought it through, if his’try proves, that’s how you pave your own way Pick … More The Golden Rule
Happy birthday, Mom of mine I think about you all the time I won’t forget the things you did When I was grown, nor as a kid So much has happened since you left When I laid crying, and bereft I hope you hear the things I say I talk to you Mom, every day … More You Are With Me, Everywhere
How the World Should Work 