Poetry to Make You Feel Good by Matt Phillips - HTML preview
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This Dilapidated Place
This dilapidated place is not my abode.
The shifting sky is seen wherever I go.
The rat-riddled river is not from Venice.
The eroding steps are not the Spanish.
The picturesque walk is not too pleasant
And the town always seems to have a strange scent.
All this has been taken into consideration
Yet I have not left for a different station
Because although I know all of this is true,
This is the place where I met you
And whilst you reside in this meagre area,
This is my world and it will be forever.
Success no longer matters to me,
In life it’s only yours I see.
Such confusion- I’ll let it be.
Hand in hand for eternity.
Rattling over battling waves.
Facing foes and appearing brave.
Too far out to attempt to save.
With all my strength a path I’ll pave.
Understanding this peculiar earth.
Outsiders view with insider’s birth.
Unwanted, chasen from this turf,
Yet needed, fear now has no worth.
The Perosive Form
The perosive form
Delectable in its ignorance
Forbidden for xylorous feel
Incantating arrobiance and
Whallack down me, whallack.
Phissle my senses until Li.
Crazzle all my minds.
I must go for I have
No worth in your presence.
A Perfect Farewell
My friend, I may never see you again,
Too overwhelmed for standard emotions.
We may meet when finally The Earth does end.
That hope is all I pray on.
But as I sit and think: only memories should make me sad,
As I’m stunned and I block out all life.
A true and confident smile I have-
How we struggled through the strife.
I cannot cry- nay not because I’m numb
‘Tis a happier reason by far.
For your love and thoughts of me, strong one,
Overcome me, as we see the same star.
You, Who Once Lightened My Day
You, who once lightened my day
Now wish to throw me away
Into the pit of forget
Left with such powerful regrets.
You, with excited eyes
Are in darkness now you cry.
No more will you see a whole me.
Recent times create transparency.
You, who words cannot impress
Have allowed no chance to regress.
Now, when we meet, there is pain.
Are our meetings all in vain?
You, my saviour, are gone.
You helped me to live on.
Survival creates amazing will.
I’ll climb that impossible hill.
Why when I wake
With a thousand worries to rectify,
Do I only think of you
And your loving, honest eyes?
My mind erodes each second,
As insignificant memories go.
I see a vivid look, a smile
Remembering warmth, though recalling snow.
I watch the living day
Though only my eyes record the light.
A standing sleep sullens my face
Of me saving you from plight.
Do You Think of Me?
Just as dusk begins to brush away
The energetic hustle of an uncharismatic day.
My unexpected constant invigorates my mind
And appears to ease my sorrow with a deed sincerely kind.
My ideas are retched from my pondering soul
As, on the breeze, many others begin to roll.
I listen, with all my senses bated,
In hope my thoughts are reciprocated.
You Saw Me As Your Hero
You saw me as your hero once
I could see it in your eyes.
I lay down the path you walked
And spoke eternally wise.
I was the candle in the dark
And the reason The Sun would rise.
I could duck down to the direst depths
And leap beyond the skies.
Now I am merely a chipped off rock
In a volcano’s violent eruption
I am simmering on the periphery of you
With a gentle, soft reduction.
The tears I cried were genuine
And the steps with you were sure.
How can you see me as inconsequential-
A moment and nothing more?
With ease, you have changed and waved goodbye
I guess I must do the same.
Another’s eyes are questioning me
So I should reignite the flame.
I mount my horse and ride to battle-
I can’t just take the acclaim.
You saw me as your hero once
I still want to be near you again.
Why The Hell Are You Staring
Why the hell are you staring? Do I have something on my face?
Has my hair gone messy? Am I standing in the wrong place?
Why the hell are you staring? Do you think that I look cute?
Are you trying to remember me? Or is it my broken tooth?
Why the hell are you staring? Is it my uncool bag?
Did I spill something on my trousers? Can you see a stray clothes tag?
Why the hell are you staring? Are you looking at someone behind?
Has your neck muscle seized up? Do you God damn mind?!
Why the hell are you staring? I’ve run out of suggestions.
Oh you want an answer. Could you repeat the question?
I H8 U
I’d just like to say that I hate you, sir,
You’re the worst thing mother nature’s produced.
You’re toilet waste, you’re a parasite, you’re litter in the street
You should be locked up and never let loose.
You smell like you’ve been bathed in urine
Since the day you came out of the womb.
You look like you were made for a laugh
Or a gargoyle or a mummy in a tomb.
You’re about as useful as a mouldy old sock-
You make me feel sick- I should throw you away.
You know as much as a piece of dirt
You’d let yourself be kicked around all day.
I think of all the things you do
And I much rather rot in hell.
I should really stop looking in this mirror
And stop being so hard on myself.
The Referee’s Backlash
I thought the pundit was poor today
He moved around a lot.
He claimed it was a one-sided game
When it clearly was not.
The home side were unlucky
I didn’t think they were sluggish
He wouldn’t make a very good bookie
And his assistant was rubbish.
A controversial question-
The audience disapproved.
A quiet word to ease the tension
Would have been a better move.
Were shades of inaccuracies
On the final analysis.
I hope he views this on the T.V.
To see the points he missed.
From this I can conclude
He didn’t earn his money.
How can he say that’s a decent suit
And his jokes are never funny.