Words of a Poet

Innocent Love
by Matthew Henrickson

It started so fast
And it has lasted so long
An innocent love
Young and immature
But thrown into adulthood so soon.

Our love has always survived
As if it was meant to be
Creating not only love
But another beautiful life.

Through truth and lies
Laughs and cries
Your smile has always shown through
But what happens when
That big grin
Dies and becomes something blue.

Will our love always be true?

I haven’t written in forever, but I have a feeling that is just the first to come. I feel like I am at a place that I hate being in. My life just feels like a fight.

I haven’t updated in forever. I haven’t forgot about you all with the submitted poetry. I’ve never really been as successful as I have been now. My site, Its All Free Online, has really taken off and I put in tons of time there.

Today my new friend John shared a tragic story on his blog. For some reason I felt compelled to share how I felt about my dad and how death has affected me. Sometimes I just think how it would be different had he not died. The two most important people in my life, will never get to know the man that I loved and loved me. I can’t imagine someone NOT liking him, he was that guy. I only hope he is proud of me.

The point of this post is to share the comment I left on John’s blog.

My dad died 1 month before my girlfriend got pregnant (I was 18). It was at the end of my first college semester. I took time off school, completed the classes, but never went back.

I tear up as I write about stuff like that. It’s something that I took really hard for a while and just kind of put away. Now when I talk or write about it, it’s really hard for me.

I was always pretty close with my dad and the months before he died we had grown farther apart. I always tried to make it better, then he would call me drunk and say mean things. He never did that to me ever… I didn’t know how to handle it. I was always his boy, and for him to treat me that way I was heartbroken. Through that hurt I wanted to hate him.

I watch these dumb shows and these kids get to make up with their father etc (that dumbass teen mom show!) I’ll never get to do that :-/

Thanks for the vent man, your not alone

I’ve never really edited other peoples poetry before my own. I did help Lamia with her poem This Is For You, but other than that nothing.

Lately I have gotten some submissions that were very “raw” poetry. More of a muddled lump of feelings with no structure. Sabraya sent me this poem, filled with such emotion I had to structure it for her and this is what I got.

You Are The One

You are . .

The one who has a hold on my dreams
The one who I never want to leave
The one who I remembers the past is the past cause we are the future

You are…

The one don’t want to be without
The one who suppresses the pain
The one who is my guiding light
The one who brings me up when I am down
The one who makes me smile while being the only one to give me butterflies
The one who has given me hope, to love, to be special
The one who makes it easier to live day by day without shedding tears

You are my first love and God willing the only
You are my heart, my soul and everything in between
You are it…
You are my trouble and my annoyance, but we make it through
You are him.

You are…

The one my heart belongs to forever
The one that’s always on my mind

The words on the tip of my tongue…
I . . love you, yet i can not say them enough
Enough to express my hearts joy to have found someone..
To my heart with yours.

You are my love, my hope and my strength.
You are truly, My one and only

by Sabraya Ibrahim
edited by Matthew Henrickson

This is one of my favorite poems and I can’t believe I didn’t have this one published on here. This poem was actually inspired by a book as well as how I felt at the time. High school can be brutal.

The book was The Afterlife by Gary Soto.

Ghost Afterlife
3/25/04

Like a ghost
You see right through me
Invisible to your sight,
but I’m here

Like a ghost
You walk right through me
I’m undetectable from your touch,
but I’m here

Like a ghost
You can’t hear me
My words have fallen deaf to your ears,
but I’m here

Like a ghost
You can feel my presence
but your not sure if I’m real
I’ve been overlooked, but I’m here

Like a ghost, you can reach through my body
Which you’ve already done
And pull out my non-existent heart
Which you’ve already broken

All I am now is a ghost
Trying not to disappear
Piece by piece I start to vanish
Trying to hold on, to my afterlife

By Matthew Henrickson

This is an interesting poem, not my style at all, however I did want to add it on here. What do you think?

The Bog Road

The road wound down past Mureen Hill
Still, dull, glaucous
The place where my Mother was born
Towards the strange silent bog
Its forbidden charms and sweet earthy scents
Compelled me there every day

I drank in the heady air
Thick with the drone of bees
Hollow drips of water
Seeping into deep pools
Lazy currents of wind
Playing at the top of the whins
A peacock butterfly
Still against the warmth of the road
Little yellow flowers
Poking through the tar
Malin Head shimmering in the distance

My steps drummed up
Rich memories
Caught like beads of dew in soft webby cushions
Lying on my back in the heather
The sun on my face
Looking up at the sky
The sharp sweet taste of sorrel on my tongue
Combing Granny’s silky white hair
Her warm sweet baby smell
Wardrobes stuffed full of old clothes
Mothballs, lace mats, death sets
Granddaddy on the doorstep
Hands clasped behind his back
Watching the weather
On the Inishowen Hills

Carmel Gibbons

No Longer

It’s always a new excuse
Always a new reason
Another retreat from a fight
Making it my fault.

It shows you don’t care
Your fights are one-sided
Never mature enough
To understand both sides.

I’m tired of begging
I’m tired of pleading
Your attention isn’t worth it
It shouldn’t be a fight
It should be a given.

Going back to never enough
I’m sorry I don’t have anymore to give
My body, soul, and mind are so exhausted
From your constant ‘taking’.

I no longer have the strength
I no longer have the endurance
I no longer have the patience
I no longer have the will to make my heart hurt.

by Matthew Henrickson

I’m not sure if I like this one, and it feels more like a song. Anyhow it’s new.

What Does It Mean?

What does it mean
When eye contact goes out the window
And avoidance becomes the regular
You seem to always avoid me,
And I hide way too much

No more quick hugs in the hallway
No more sweet kisses in the kitchen
No more love on the highway
No more subtle touches throughout the day

I grab your hand
I try to hold it
Like quicksand I fall right through
You brush me off every chance you get
As I reach to hug you
I hug myself…

Each time I fail my heart beats faster
Now all alone seems to be where I fit.

by Matthew Henrickson

Silent Defeat
Written 9/9/09!

It’s all coming back
The buried pain
Unresolved anger
The burning soul
And dissolving life

The pens run out of ink
The story of my heart
Exploding on to the page
Right through the paper.

The dark hole opening up
Trying to swallow me slowly
I’ve fought it for so long
I can’t get away

The darkness comes
The light goes black
The air runs cold
And I succumb to your attack

The only thing left is Silence
And Defeat.

by Matthew Henrickson

Words of a Poet is officially on Facebook. I’ve had some success with growing Facebook fan pages for my other websites, so I hope this one will do well also.

Words of a Poet is over 2 years old now, so we have accumulated quite a few poems. Of course we have a few of our favorites, but we’ve also seen an increase of submissions lately. Please feel free to submit anything you would like to see published.

With our Facebook page we will include my poems (I’ve got 70 on here so we have plenty to share) as well as submitted and famous poetry. With a poem updated daily I hope this well help us grow, find new poets, and have a great place to discuss them.

I want to give a big thank you to Candy over at Serendipity Mommy for making me a great button. Within a few hours she had it made up for me! Perfect.

Become a fan of Words of a Poet on Facebook.

I was sent this really great poem I think everyone will like. It’s deep and I know most people can relate. I edited it a bit, but I didn’t change very much from the original. Tell me what you think.

This Is For You
by Lamia Allen

This is to all the girls who thought they had found the “special one”
The girls who gave their whole heart to that one “special” guy…
Who ended up being left picking up the broken pieces
To those who can still look him in the eyes and tell him she still loves him
Knowing she won’t get the same response
To those who remember getting that warm fuzzy feeling the 1st time they heard him Say those three “special” words to her
To those who felt the tears running down their cheeks
When they learned he had found someone new to love.
This is for you..

To all those girls out there who stayed on the crazy roller coaster ride
Just because they felt it was worth it
To all those girls who cried long after everything was said and done
For all those who still feel it’s not over
To those scared to move on for fear of “what if?”
For all the ones who thought it would never end
This is for you…