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Stormy Matson Poem
this is not a drill.
it's going to happen
the end
of you
me
them
they
are going to do it
hold tight to me
and vow your love
swear to never part
until the blood runs cold
you only live once
so hold closer
hold tighter
hold longer
you don't know the last time you'll see your dearest
so hold closer
hold tighter
hold longer
it's coming now
they're really doing it
debris flutters around us
as we are holding closer
holding tighter
holding longer
people scream
and we cling tight
bricks fall lifelessly
beams fall lifelessly
people fall lifelessly
yet we'll be there
holding closer
holding tighter
holding longer
and then it's dark
but i can still feel
someone holding me
closer
tighter
longer than ever
and i think to myself
why can't this be a drill
why can't this be a mistake
why can't someone stop them
while someone is holding me
closer
tighter
longer now still
i hear people screaming
i hear their screams cut short
i hear you breathing
and then i can feel
pain
anger
sadness
mixed in one
but most of all
someone holding me
closer
tighter
longer
i hear it before it hits
i hear you lean forward and say, this is it
i love you
i always did
and now...
and even though i'm sure you aren't there
i can still feel someone holding
closer
tighter
longer
and though i am sad
i still am able to think
someone loved me
for always and forever
why did it take death to bring us together?
and finally i feel nothing
no pain or sorrow
and the last of my moments
were of me feeling
someone hold me
closer
tighter
longer
people will find us later
bones and ashes
they'll see someone there
someone here
someone near the entrance
but best of all
they'll see you and me
done
not holding closer
or tighter
or longer
but holding each other still
for not our lives
but our love
and they'll think
they loved once
and what was pure is destroyed
and they'll go home
and hold their lovers
closer
and tighter
and longer
and think about us
still sittin' there
still holding
closer
tighter
and longer
Copyright © Stormy Matson | Year Posted 2006
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Stormy Matson Poem
Blood
Is this mine?
Is this my doing?
It can't be
I'm too smart
No mistakes ever made
No mistakes to be made
Little perfect me
Not anymore
I'm stained
I'm bad
I'm not the symbol of purity
But for once in my life
I'm finally free
Everything is going my way
Life is how I want it
The truth is I love it this way
And now call me selfish
Blood
Yes, it is mine
Yes, it is my doing
It is and will be forever
For I do not intend to stop
Copyright © Stormy Matson | Year Posted 2006
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Stormy Matson Poem
My lungs scream for air
But my throat is too tight for breath
Nobody is there to hear me cry
Nobody cares that I just want to die
No one understands the pain that is building up inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to move my hand
But my muscles are too tight for motion
Nobody is there to hear my try
Nobody cares that I’m trying to die
No one understands the emptiness inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to sit up
But my legs are too weak for standing
Nobody is there to hear me sigh
Nobody cares that I’m soon to die
No one understands what I’m feeling inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
I try to wake up
But my eyes will not open
Nobody is there to hear me say ‘Bye’
Nobody cares that I know I will die
No one understands what it is going on inside
It’s all a part of life
But why part of mine?
Copyright © Stormy Matson | Year Posted 2006
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Stormy Matson Poem
Last night I had a dream
That a white and color shook hands
And thought nothing of it
Last night I had a dream
That the world took up peace
And destroyed the bombs
Last night I had a dream
That we had no use for trees
And the earth thanked me and crowned me fairy queen
Last night I had a dream
That everyone was ready for birth
And the children of tomorrow were born today
Last night I had a dream
That people learned to be gentle
And the animals were sent to roam free
Last night I had a dream
That someone read a book of Indian ways
And vowed to follow them
Last night I had a dream
That a person chose a new religion
And wasn’t punished for believing
Last night I had a dream
That everyone was cured of AIDS
And no one had to live in fear
Last night I had a dream
That people weren’t afraid of the beyond
And went willingly when it was time
Last night I had a dream
That people learned to except
And nothing had to be perfect
Last night I had a dream
That people earned respect
And people willingly gave it
Last night I had a dream
That this wasn’t just a dream
And the world wasn’t starving for perfection
Last night I had a dream
That brought me to my senses
And I went to the world and tried to make my dreams come true
Copyright © Stormy Matson | Year Posted 2006
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