Underdog

  That others knew

  I have to wonder did you try to use me?

  Was I just a pawn to you?

  A tool you could manipulate

  For you own benefit?

  And the lies I saw you spin

  So natural to you

  Was anything you told me true?

  Or was it all concocted too?

  There’s no way for me to trust you

  That bridge can never be rebuilt

  If we speak again I shan’t be rude

  But understand my lack of gratitude –

  For the time and the talks –

  Is entirely of your own making

  So for once, accept you were at fault

  But at least I can say

  Cheers for the beers

  It was nice not having to pay

  Make the Best of It

  The best things in life

  Often happen by chance

  Whether by accident

  Or contrary to best laid plans

  Penicillin, the microwave

  Play-Doh, superglue and LSD

  Pacemakers, post-it notes

  And, according to my parents, even me

  So make plans if you need

  For holidays or wedding speeches

  But don’t miss the lesson

  That these chance events can teach us

  Mistakes aren’t always bad

  Mishaps, at times, are good

  They may help us unlock doors

  We otherwise never would

  So remember the next time

  That things don’t go to plan

  Don’t just sit and sulk

  Make the best of it you can

  Children of Our Hearts

  Our dreams

  Are the children

  Of our hearts

  And our minds

  So let them run wild

  And play

  Allow them

  To experience

  What the world has to offer

  Let them fall

  And fail

  And feel pain

  For they will learn

  And they will grow

  Nourished by experience

  And one day

  They will succeed

  They will repay you

  Humility

  It's hard to show humility

  When you know that you're the best

  It's such a fight to keep the vanity

  And arrogance repressed

  Faking all this modesty

  Is by far my biggest test

  When I know quite honestly

  I'm so far beyond the rest

  I'm not arrogant, I promise thee

  Nor am I self-obsessed

  I just have the audacity

  To openly express

  With unwavering sincerity

  That if there were a contest

  Only one outcome's a possibility

  Which I'm sure you already guessed

  For I am, undoubtedly,

  The best

  I Will Not Become You

  Torn from my chest

  My heart beats in your hand

  Tightening your grip

  You choke the life from it

  Blood spills over your fingers

  And my love for you drains away

  I hear the silence

  Of the void you left in me

  I feel the violence

  Of the hate you woke in me

  I taste the vengeance

  That I want to wreak

  But I hold back the words

  That I long to speak

  I will not become you

  I am better than that

  Eternal Dichotomy

  I love and hate

  In equal measure

  I relish a challenge

  But I can't stand the pressure

  I've come to despise

  The very nature of society

  But I'd sacrifice myself

  In a heartbeat for humanity

  I second guess my every action

  But never think before I start speaking

  I never try to swim

  Until I've already started sinking

  I long for adventure with

  Its freedom and uncertainty

  But can't bring myself to leave the safety

  Of the walls I built around me

  Nothing scares me more

  Than the thought of being alone

  But I've always pushed away

  Every friend I've ever known

  There's an emptiness inside me

  Made from everything I hate

  I need a place to put it

  But I just can't find the space

  I don't know exactly

  What the question is I'm asking

  But if you know the answer

  Will you tell me

  Cursed

  I try to do the best I can

  But nothing goes the way I plan

  I toil away – but it’s in vain

  Time and time and time again

  At first I thought it just bad luck

  When my dreams became unstuck

  But now it happens far too much

  That I ruin everything I touch

  Maybe it’s gremlins

  Demons or goblins

  Or maybe I’ll just never be

  Allowed to win

  I hope for the best

  But expect the worst

  I wish I were blessed

  But I know I am cursed

  Prove Them Wrong

  When people tell us

  That we are weak

  We must not give them

  What they seek

  We will stay strong

  Prove them wrong

  For they know not

  What they speak

  When people tell us

  That we are useless

  It’s up to us to let their words

  Give us purpose

  Show we are strong

  And prove them wrong

  We must not let our bullies

  Hurt us

  When people try to push us

  And beat us down

  We must never cower

  And stand our ground

  Tall and strong

  We will prove them wrong

  We will not surrender

  Or be downed

  On the Right Track

  I'm on my way

  I'm coming back

  I can finally say

  I'm on the right track

  It won't be long

  Until I'm back

  Where I belong

  ‘Cus I am on the right damn track

  I've been away

  For far too long

  But I'm on my way

  Back to where I belong

  No more I roam

  Without a clue

  I'm coming home

  Yes, I'm coming home to you

  To your arms

  To your smile

  To the warmth

  Of your love

  I'm coming back

  I'm coming home

  I'm on the right track

  And you're my destination

  End of the Road

  Don’t believe

  That because the road

  Has ended

  The journey is over

  It simply means

  You must find another way

  To advance

  Keep moving

  Keep progressing

  Keep going

  Never stop

  Where the road ends

  The real journey

  Begins

  Blindsided

  A very short story (vss)

  Bastard got me on my blind side, landing a hefty blow to the side of my head. Momentarily dazed, I could do nothing about the follow-up. The third, however, I was ready for. Bracing, I took the hit, countering with a crippling kick to the groin.


  "Not today, Depression!"

  These Will Be Our Days

  When a warm sun always rises

  And sets in vibrant skies

  And shines joy into our eyes

  These will be our days

  When we can worry no more

  Every place bears an open door

  And no task feels a chore

  These will be our days

  When all our enemies are gone

  And there are no fights to be done

  And every battle is won

  These will be our days

  When all that is said is true

  There are no words we wish to undo

  And no need to start all anew

  These will be our days

  When we no longer live in dreams

  And everything is as it seems

  And we know what everyone means

  These will be our days

  So it becomes apparent to me

  So clearly I can see

  Life is not so easy

  Our days will never be

  In cold lands without any lights

  Of dark and unwanted sights

  We struggle through endless fights

  Our days will never come

  We live in times of uncertainty

  When nothing is as we want it to be

  The paths at our feet, we fail to see

  So let us take control

  And make these days our own

  Beneath the Dule Trees

  I close my eyes

  Drift off to sleep

  Float away

  To a faraway place

  Where the night never ends

  Yet the stars never shine

  Walking a path

  Lined with dule trees

  Ropes hanging from long dead boughs

  And each tree named

  After a regret

  A failure

  A trauma from my past

  Every demon living inside me

  And as I walk this path

  Beneath the dule trees

  I wonder

  Which rope will it be

  I finally tie around my neck

  Until I come across a different tree

  Alive

  Still bearing leaves

  And your name upon it

  But instead of a rope

  I see you

  Reaching down a hand

  For me to take

  And climb with you

  Above the canopy

  And into the light

  In Britain, dule (or dool) trees were used as gallows. Both the Scottish and Middle English origins of the name mean either 'sorrow,' 'grief' or 'mental distress'

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  Day By Day a collection of every poem written by Matt through 2018

  SyndromeMatt’s first published poetry collection

  Unfinished Businessa few unfinished short stories, plus poems and other nonsense

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