Too Disappointed

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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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Sirens

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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

Matthew Henrickson Poetry

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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