too much to admit so convenient to forget

by Matthew Sharp

its like i will but i wont
i want to but i dont
i think its a good idea
but its too much stress to bare
everytime i strip
they stare til the daydream
turns nightmare
before fruition
ignoring intuition
stepping on the shadow
and greed wins the battle
observation mutated want
views holes in it until it sinks
2 hours of premature sex
4 orgasms and i cant go next
the issue was stressed to the point
in which it collapses
patient nuerons burn holes
the synapses cauterize the journey
and we live in its scar
waiting for tomorrow
turned into yesterday
and we never try again
too far away from the reality
that occupies the skin
underneath the skin
we turn
the face
behind the
behind the
behind the
face behind the


Author's Note:

Posted on 11/04/2010
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 11/04/10 at 02:19 AM

I think this is the best poem you have written(of those that I have read). This is excellent, Matthew. Real.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/04/10 at 01:44 PM

I love the way this seems to spill out all over the place, tumble around and be completely open to the possibility of chaos. Great read.

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