a poem about the struggle we call life

I want to wake without my heart missing its beat

And my sight ready to over analyse everything I see.


A person worthy of their inadequate reflection

And to be somebody’s love for un-realistic perfection.


Beautifully masked people drag their tired feet

A sight I find stranger than my own company.


There’s no ocean or river deeper than the tears that I cry

And there won’t be any left to endorse these jaded eyes.


It’s a sight easier to be seen than it is to describe

My lungs are barely breathing but my heart is still alive.


No bitter words are darker than what my body bleeds

And no soul like mine has been educated to mislead.


My arms are laced with things that may well be the death of me

A predictably built violence which I control so visually.


The scars I wear on my arm aren’t an embarrassment

They’re my beautiful reminder of my deluded character.

Submitted: February 11, 2013

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Matthew D. Hay (Tangible Word)

Awe this was heartfelt, angsty.. I loved its honesty and you're an incredible poet (:

Tue, February 12th, 2013 12:17am


thank you very much (: been writing poetry for a long time just never had the balls to show people them.

Tue, February 12th, 2013 10:11am

Thorn Sterling

This is....beautiful. That's all I could think while reading this...beautiful. I connect to this piece quite well. Great job

Tue, February 12th, 2013 4:38am


thank you, i'm glad you could connect to it well :D

Tue, February 12th, 2013 10:10am

Shane P

Beautiful, no other word can sum this up, thanks for sharing

Tue, February 12th, 2013 5:44am


Thank you :) took me a while to write this one.

Tue, February 12th, 2013 10:09am

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