Every Night
written June 14th, 2009
Do you know how you got to bed last night?
I made your bed
Fluffed your pillows
Carried you across the room,
And tucked you in.
I’d tuck you in
Make you comfortable
Sing a son
For the rest of my life
Just so you’d sleep well
To ward off bad dreams
To keep you safe
From the darkness
Sometimes I wonder,
Why am I never tucked in?
The only thing missing for you…
Is a mint on your pillow.
By Matthew Henrickson
Your Guardian Angel
April 10th, 2009
I’ve always been an Angel
The one supposed to guard your heart.
The one supposed to be your savior
At all costs.
I’ve always been the Guardian
That’s not only supposed to protect
And keep you safe,
But the one to heal all wounds.
I’ve always been a Guardian Angel
To all those that have needed me.
Rescued from nightmares
And every bad dream.
I’ve been by your side whenever I’ve been needed
Even not physically present, I’ve succeeded.
The voice guiding you down the right path
With whatever choices you face.
This Guardian Angel always protecting, but never protected
Is a fallen angel,
With broken wings and a broken soul.
Never truly, having His own, Guardian Angel.
His pieces have been scattered,
All throughout his life
Reaching out for someone
To be the one to save His life.
Always with a strong face,
Never letting in, He’ll always have to be the protector,
Without ever being protected.
My mistake with this poem, was that I stopped halfway through it, so it kind of got a bit broken. I’m definitely open to thoughts on how to make this one better. So many emotions with this though, its hard to fight through it. I’ve always been that one, wearing the Halo… Guardian Angel, but never perfect, far from it. Being strong for those that have needed me too, but I’ve never been able to be strong for myself. At least not when it counts. Depression is tough, and I haven’t had it this bad in a while.
The Guardian Angel, without a true Guardian Angel of His own. Who will save Him?
I found this going through one of my many documents that I can’t find. Opening this up I can’t really remember writing it, but I thought it was good and catchy. There is no date, but the notepad was created January 11th, 2004.
A Real Sweet Guy
You’re better off without him
Don’t call him
He’s breaking your heart.
He’s with your best friend
And you’re waiting here
It’s tearing you apart.
He lied to you a thousand times,
When I was with you, he kept you waiting.
And I’m still here waiting there
To catch you if you fall.
I don’t know why I care so much
When I shouldn’t care at all.
Finally I’ve got the nerve to tell you
How much you mean to me
You said that I was your best friend,
A real sweet guy
But that’s all I’d ever be.
By Matthew Henrickson
Oh girls…. lol. Some just don’t know..
Funny, this is what I wrote exactly 5 years ago. Must of been in class…
Look Me in the Eyes
February 3rd, 2004
Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t need me?
Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me?
As my eyes pierce your heart
Can you look me in the eyes… and watch mine fall apart?
Can you look me in the eyes…
And keep telling me these lies?
My eyes looking through you
Seeing right past you
Can’t you look into mine like you used to?
Can’t you gaze into mine like you did when you loved me?
Look into my eyes… You’ll never know what you’ll see
Entrancing… your eyes guide me
I want mine to do the same
Can I look you in the eyes…
And hold back these cries?
Can you look into my eyes? You and I… Forever.
This moment everlasting
Looking into mine… looking into yours
I couldn’t want anything more
Just this frozen moment in time
Look into my eyes… like you were mine
Can you look me in the eyes?
Can you… even… just… look at me?
by Matthew Henrickson
Too Disappointed
November 10th, 2003
Too scared to move forward
Impossible to go back
So I just sit here idle
Living my life like I do
Trying not to get too close to you
Cautious of your type
I know how it goes
Bringing back the pain that my heart knows
I can’t believe your promises
They sound so familiar
Promises are just disappointments in the making
And I…
Have been disappointed…
Too many times.
by Matthew Henrickson
The last of my new ones that I had written all on the same page. It’s all about time, always. Never enough time, sometimes too much time. Time spent. Time wasted… what time is it?…
Timed Out
Why waste time, if that’s all you got.
Why spend it and not value
The time spent
How much is it worth?
Enough to spend on me?
Time slips away
The clock races to my heartbeat
I lost track of days
Whether it’s day or night
Whether you spent enough of that time
With me.
by Matthew Henrickson
Another new one, just kind of writing for writing.
Starting Line
Why start at the top
If you never plan to finish
Why start at the bottom
When you’ll never get to the top
What’s the point in being in the middle
You’ll get lost in the crowd
And never move up or down.
What’s the point
In starting at all?
by Matthew Henrickson
This one is weird, I was just kind of writing. Strange because it was daytime.
Sirens
The sirens blare as they chase the night
Always on call to fight death
Never taking a night off
The sirens fly to save you
Every night the sirens are too late
Too late to do any good
They get lost in the night
Lost in the darkness
They are just a sound.
A thought.
by Matthew Henrickson
Digging deep in the archives of my poems. Through it all, I found this. Going old… Feb 2004.
Through It All
Through the blood and tears
Through the shots and beers
Through the drugs and pills
Through the shakes and chills
Through the loneliness and heartache
Through each mistake
I’m still here…
by Matthew Henrickson
This one doesn’t have a date, but the approximate is July 22nd, 2004. Real old! That was about two weeks into our relationship, who would of thought, nearly 5 years later we would be here?
For Emma
My last thought before i go to sleep
My thoughts while i sleep
In my dreams
Until i wake up
Thinking of you.
Always on my mind
Always in my heart
Always missing you
From the time my day starts.
Controlling my mind
My heart
My day
My life.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of you for a second
Hoping to spend time with you for a minute
Hoping to see you all week
Hoping to be with you for a month
Hoping we will last a year
Wanting you in my life… always.
By Matthew Henrickson
