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Category: Matthew Henrickson Poetry

Sirens

[ 0 ] January 22, 2009

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

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Through It All

[ 0 ] November 24, 2008

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

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For Emma

[ 0 ] November 24, 2008

Its Not Much But Its All I Have - My HeartThis 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

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Quick Fix

[ 0 ] November 21, 2008

Quick Fix
Dated November 18th, 2008

Writing is my release
And lately I can write pages
Inspired again to put it all down
To put down all the pain in my heart

Maybe just so someone will listen
Not with their ears,
But with their eyes.

My blood flows like ink
Down to the paper
Bleeding lines of words
Trying to stop the flow.

But I’m scared that this time
It will take more than just a band aid.

by Matthew Henrickson

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Every Everytime Everything

[ 0 ] November 20, 2008

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

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Don’t Take Your Love Away

[ 0 ] November 19, 2008

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)

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My Soul Is Tired

[ 8 ] November 18, 2008

My Soul Is Tired
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

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My Truth; Your Lies

[ 0 ] November 14, 2008

“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…

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Overwhelmed

[ 0 ] October 7, 2008

And It... Overwhelms 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

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Falling To Pieces

[ 6 ] August 22, 2008

Puzzle Pieces
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

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