Words of a Poet

Every Everytime Everything
Dated November 18th, 2008

Everything you do is right
Everything I do is wrong

Everything you feel is real
Everything I feel is fake

Everything I’ve had has been lost
Everything has turned out all wrong

Every scar has reopened
Every cut is deep
Everything hurts

Every move I make
Every step I take
Everytime, it gets me lost.

Everytime I try to speak
Every word I say
Everytime it doesn’t come out right

Everything you do is right
And everything i do is wrong

By Matthew Henrickson

Don’t Take Your Love Away
November 19th, 2008

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way
Because I’ve never been in this position
Never felt this way
So I don’t know how it feels to lose it.

It’s more than love
It’s a life
If I lose you, it’s like losing life.
And I know if you leave
It will take me with you.
Losing Myself.

Once you close that door
I know that it can’t reopen
It just won’t.
No matter how many keys I try
How hard I knock
It’s closed forever.

I can’t say it better than:
“Don’t take your love away
Because I love you
I want you
I need you
So let’s just work it out”

Poem by Matthew Henrickson with Lyrics from Did You Wrong by Pleasure P. (Lyrics are in quotes)

My Soul Is Tired

My soul is tired
Tired of the words never said
And the ones said but never heard.

My soul is tired
Tired of the wet tears
And the ones never shed.

My soul is tired
Tired of the truth
And the lies
Tired of life
And tired of death.

My soul is tired
Tired of looking into the past
Tired of what I see in the past
Tired of not being past… the past.

My soul is tired
Tired of sleeping but never sleeping
Tired of the dreams that wake me up
And tired of the fights that eat away at me each day

My soul is tired
Tired of being tired.
But I’m afraid if my soul sleeps
It won’t ever wake up.

by Matthew Henrickson

“My Truth; Your Lies”
Friday

My truth for you
Has always been a lie
My stories have been just that,
A story.
A tale, a tale
And my life, just a laugh.

You never believe the honesty
You never believe the truth
You never believe the story
You never believe my heart.

At some point you stopped listening
Listening to what is real
To my story
To what is true.

You’ve made up your mind
The beginning, The lie
And you’ve already decided the outcome
Before I even opened my mouth.

My words have become meaningless
Why speak?

By Matthew Henrickson

I don’t have a date on this, just calling it a friday. It could be any of the fridays previously from this poem to the last, you pick. You don’t have to believe me…

Overwhelmed
Written October 7th, 2008

As my body cries
My soul dies
As my heart shatters
And my teeth chatters
The coldness overwhelms me.

As my tears fall
My cheeks burn
As my head pounds
My ears ring
And the darkness overwhelms me.

As I bleed inside
My stomach turns
Aching with pain
My hands can only shake
The pain overwhelms me.

by Matthew Henrickson

Falling To Pieces
August 22nd, 2008

Frustration eating me inside and out
Trying to keep it together
As I slowly fall apart
The cracks in my soul show through
As if my entire body was cut in half
Then again.

Picking myself up as I go
Trying to keep it together
All in one piece.
But those pieces of me are crumbling on the floor
Barely keeping it in.
I can’t put the pieces back together
Of the puzzle
That has become my life.

I can’t keep it together.
Until I explode,
Dropping all of those pieces.
In turn losing myself
And You.

by Matthew Henrickson

Uncertainty
August 5th, 2008

My life is made up of
permanence from past
with no promises
for today.
Never know what type of day
Always uncertain.
Uncertain whether
I will wake up the next day
or, if I’ll even want to.

by Matthew Henrickson

Constant Pain
August 5th 2008

The only thing in life
That is constantly pain
Is love.
Love is never perfect.
It too
Is always uncertain.

by Matthew Henrickson

Permanent
August 5th, 2008

The only thing in life
That is permanent
Is the past.
Today is never promised
And tomorrow
Is always uncertain.

by Matthew Henrickson

I wanted it to be longer, but it looked finished to me. Even tattoos aren’t permanent anymore.

…On The Trigger
July 13th, 2008

Your hand on my throat
My hand on the gun
My finger on the trigger
Pointed at me.

Your eyes in my heart
My heart in your heart
My tears on my cheek
Your tears on the floor
Standing next to me
As you let go of my throat
Your eyes leave my heart
My heart leaves yours
My hand off the gun
but my finger pulls the trigger.

by Matthew Henrickson