all the maybes in the world

by Matthew Sharp

it is the most quiet place to test my explosion
erosion as the catalyst malform into a new creation
smiling in serenity exploding universe into existence
i scream hanging from the tree
falling off the limbs like rain
dripping from the branches of time
the stream gives mind
call out your individual and cancel your subscriptions
i love all the people
i die a lot to understand
calloused and worn into an invention
catered by the mass infinance
waiting in the briars
calling out for
all the maybes in the world.


Author's Note:

Posted on 06/04/2008
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/04/08 at 08:55 PM

This is full of you, the things that make you up, who you are. I love the heart of it, the way you cry out to embrace any and all possibilities, even the ones that tear you to shreds.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/05/08 at 05:03 AM

Chaos does create order....right? MFS

Posted by Gail Wolper on 08/26/14 at 12:51 AM

Cool piece! Could be read aloud and do well

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