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Category: Matthew Henrickson Poetry

Only For You

[ 0 ] July 22, 2009

The worst is I take all of this time thinking about you and writing poetry about you, and it doesn’t seem to matter. Only for you, but does it matter?

Only For You

The words don’t matter
They never change
The time doesn’t matter
It’s never the same
The day doesn’t count
Because I never check the date
Regardless of the location
I love you the same
Throw away my money
I’ll make you more
Throw away my food
I’ll cook you more
Throw away my watch
I’ll turn back the clock
Throw away the rules
I’ll find a way to break them
Throw away our love
But I’ll never stop

by Matthew Henrickson

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Tired of Dreaming

[ 1 ] June 17, 2009

Tired of Dreaming
written June 16th, 2009

Subconciously I am afraid to go to sleep
Thinking about what I will dream of next
I don’t want to wake up in tears
Going back to sleep facing more fears.

Do I have to see you even though you aren’t real?
Tricking myself into believing you are still alive
In a half sleep, remembering the true story
That I won’t see you when I awake.

I don’t want to dream that I am burying you
Even though you’re still alive
…Even though…
You may be dead in my heart.

by Matthew Henrickson

You may also like My Soul Is Tired. When do I ever get to sleep? …

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My Angelic Demon

[ 0 ] June 16, 2009

My Angelic Demon
written June 13th, 2009

Drinking is my Angelic Demon
The alcohol puts out the flames
The fire that engulfs my heart
Numbing the pain
That surrounds my life.

It stills my shaky hands
Clots my open wounds
Focuses my wandering mind
Calms my worried soul

To Quit
or Try To Forget
Is not a fair exchange
The impossible choice to make.

Each day is a battle
Only losing to win
The losing battle…
Again Tomorrow, it will begin.

by Matthew Henrickson

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Every Night

[ 0 ] June 15, 2009

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

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Your Guardian Angel

[ 2 ] April 11, 2009

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?

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A Real Sweet Guy

[ 0 ] February 19, 2009

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..

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Look Me in the Eyes

[ 0 ] February 3, 2009

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

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Too Disappointed

[ 2 ] January 27, 2009

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

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Timed Out

[ 0 ] January 26, 2009

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

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Starting Line

[ 0 ] January 26, 2009

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

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