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MATHIEU MURRAY
Age: 20
Location: Sudbury On, Canada
Joined On: Feb 13, 2007
Occupation: Music, msn, playing with my band, writting, and welding.
I'm Matt
I'm 18.
I like Music, metal/rock/punk/indie w.e. sounds good.
I'm a proud Canadian.
I LOVE writting
My best friend is the Thesaurus
I'm a stubborn ass.
I go to College Boreal.
I like Welding.
I play guitar/bass.
My msn and e-mail is: mattmurray_@hotmail.com.
Get to know me
Waive
Inspite of everything
I still have thoughts of ardor
I still long for you
But I've become enervated
Weeks that passed
Felt like forever
I'm eternally educated
But only a little bit
I will let this happen again
I miss you
I always do
But I don't think you cogitate us
Give me a sign
We might wonder
Why have we become so empty
Why does my spiel echo?
To be factual
My emotions for you have been exhausted
This is not about haste
This is not about impatience
This is about allotment
In all it's glory
I feel lacerated but stable
I feel disconcerted but lucid
But I could be wrong
I secretly wish you still cared
As much as you used to
I still wish I felt
So animate
Everytime I looked at you
But wishes never come true
Do they?
I'm glad we still speak
But it sometimes feels harrowing
To know that I had to let this go
To feel content once again
Your poetry is inclination
I still read it in a prosaic fashion
Looking for something in between the lines
Something I missed
I could be blind
I could be wrong about this
But I no longer want to muse
I want to feel bliss
I want to feel elated
I want to feel
Emancipated
For "Her"
she is lovely
although unfair to herself
she is undefined
she is unaware
She sees the model on the television
exercising her right to be beautiful
venturing their defenition of perfection
she feels the need to be alluring
but she does not know what it means to be
beauty lies beneath...
her ailement is proof of her insecurity
her tears reflect those of a generation
in dire need to feel loved for the outermost
as they lie on their knees expelling and
regurgitating what they believe will make
them an acceptable pulchritude
Now the deed is done
her family lies in a state of emergency
lying on her hardend hospital bed with
the lambency of the lighting piercing through
her unsound body
the white walls resonate her thoughts as she lies
disheartened and contrite
beauty has become incorporeal in her mind
replaced with thoughts of trepidation and distress
the clock is ticking a dead beat
coincidentally
the rate of her heart has chosen a similar cadence
as she is laid to rest
a physician in shock
her family left to deplore
these pencils have erasers
they excise all her mistakes
All her tribulation
It can all been ommited
she can be alive
she can be beautiful
she can be respected
you can all be...
Vindication
It's not that they don't understand
It's that they do not apperceive
But it's not their fault
It is also in my accord
Life can be trivial
But can be monotonous
Dwelling on certain perspectives
Optomism to be exact
Although guilt has become my penumbra
It sometimes is the only thing
That is of noble credence
As sometimes individuals become
Accidental disincentive
Through it all however
The true spare will discern
Because the true compeer
Follows and postulates in me
Without doubt
As for morality
I believe I am my first priority
I have my right to feel euphoria
And those who exasperate for me
I indeed exasperate highly for them
A concord affair is of great importance to me
But if this cannot be held mutual
It's of no obligation to bide
Because in confidence I know
That I have most likely let them down
And feelings of compunction suffuse me to no end
Do not wait for me
This is all I can say...
Cinch
Closure is the only thing that can alleviate your heart
It is the difference between discontent and joviality
Your result will reflect your decisions
Malignity or abatement?
Talk about it...
I've felt cauterized
I've felt the flames of lust
Only to become an inferno of anguish
And it sustained
Until you spoke those words
Now this is simply a recitation to me
I'll go on content
I'll still love you?
I still want to show hindrance
Although this can often be onerous
Will it also be difficult for you?
I hope it is
I don't want either of us to forget
I don't want a recapitulation
For you
Nor I
Your sincerity is authentic
there is no question
Because I know you
You feel inquietude
Because you know me
And you care about me too
I've traded in my pride and ego
I've replaced it with forgiveness
I've holstered my arms
I no longer want to prolongue this crusade
When all is said and done
No one shall leave without their dignity
Although one will leave with a more prominent scar
But this is no contest
And I intend to use that mark as an admonition
Unyielding
All at once
She feels like her well being has been monopolized
As though she is prepared to descend into unbalance
And let go of all that has become
But emotions and actions are at variance
And her actions will be well conscripted
Because she is youthful but mature
She is hopeful
She possesses the instinct of a motherly figure
She is the similitude of perfected love
Not only for herself
But for her child
There is great sentiment in her soul
She believes she is right for her cub
Although HE is not aware
Nor appreciative of this wonderful occurrence
But he will come around
She has been jostled
But she still stands strong
Because nothing is more tenacious than the bond
Between parent and child
She will succeed
This will be orderly
This will be in her favor
She questions herself
But she is fueled by promising thoughts of the future
She anticipates
She has apprehensions
She will take this one step at a time
She will surmount what subsistence has given her
She will be the true matriarch
