He/Him
Life demands creation.
This is a collage (because all poems are pictures) made up of 5 pieces: 2 odes, 2 elegies, and a haiku. I consider all works here to be strongly related and it is definitely impossible to understand each one individually without the whole picture: they tell a story.
By Matt B.11 months ago in Poets
It is dark And the shimmering lights inspire The moths that carry the dust The lust the darkness acquires * It is dark
Orgeth III let out a coarse belch when he had finished his cup, and with a subtle yet imposing hand movement he ordered for his cup to be refilled.
By Matt B.11 months ago in Fiction
Just a little piece of heart? Give it all up! Be crazy Dance to the Fox Trot with the wolves; the lust of werewolves.
And meanwhile, I sink into the presentiment of the insecurities that watch over my soul. Long, dark the night that I sense, that's why I take care of my word,
It's almost another day. They are almost ringing, the bells. Those who scream at the top of their lungs. Oh, Hope!
Just as the orchid opaques the tuberose. And the tuberose to the rose recites: "Oh my late flower May the veil wither on juniper nights.
Mamma said Get away But you said Don’t be afraid We were there On your bed Love remained unsaid I remained unheard
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
— This is my soul kitchen. Here I feel the chills and the mission, that from the southern opposition of the mountain premonition. Here I burst my superstition while cooking, talking, and creative coalition creates such a blast in my soul kitchen.
I From a grim purple fire The demon Lilith was born From her came a new offspring Of women carrying death’s toll
Cadillac 62 series. They were on a plain empty highway, alone. It was almost midnight. His father was driving while listening to Little Richard at full volume, to-and-fro motions ruled his head and hands while he mimicked the dance of the aforementioned singer. 1957 had been such a great year.
By Matt B.about a year ago in Fiction
Every once in a long while In every round that matches round A little star flashes its light * I see it with my little eyes