Words of a Poet

Flowered

My heart like a flower
Wilting as its been picked
The petals falling off
Losing these petals
As my mind is lost
Crumbling into nothing
Like my soul has become

Once beautiful in a happy home
Smelling of sweetness
Blowing in the wind
Watered daily showered with rain
Healthy in a perfect world

The water has run dry
Beginning to die
Falling apart at the stem
Not feeling the love
In its garden
With its friends

Wilted
Petal less
There is nothing left,
But to crumble

by Matthew Henrickson

“All For One”

And now I’ll watch you leave again
This time I’m waving
I’m tired of not being good enough
I’m sick of being second and third to them
My ears are shut and I won’t listen
It started to hurt too much
Your words like needles
Piercing my heart
Now I know it wasn’t me you cared about
It was only yourself
You chose not to risk us
You chose to save you
And left me
To fend for myself

by Matthew Henrickson

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 ”Barren Wasteland”

Life is like a valley.
A valley from which
carries shadows.
A land from uncertinty
and of the dead.
The smell of fear,
from the far.
A given time to
someone’s end.
Like a waterfall
of dry crusty sand.
Nothing can stand,
the wasted heat.
From this barren wasteland,
nothing can be heard,
except the moans of the dead.
The bones are laid in
a pattern for whom to
come and see.
Life has becomed a desert,
for nothing to live.

-Lukas G. 

“My poems aren’t like usual poems…I like to make people think about what they do and what they can see if the future doesn’t come out like we think it might be like. I know this one is kind of dark and I wrote it when I was living in a RV because Hurricane Wilma had destroyed our house…”