Endless beads of rain
tap against the glass, begging
me to let them in.
Strangers at my WindowEndless beads of rainStrangers at my Window by MattVoscinar
tap against the glass, begging
me to let them in.
Waning CrescentA solitaryWaning Crescent by MattVoscinar
light- an upturned ship drifting
in the swell of night.
We Were Oil SlicksIf I had known life was a clenched fist,We Were Oil Slicks by MattVoscinar
I would’ve taken that punch gratefully,
taste tested my blood, and breathed easy.
But, someone taught me
it is a soft touch, brush stroke,
They told me, “Everyone is special.”
But no one warned me
that my body doesn't care if I’m special
that the body breaks quicker than the mind
that the mind breaks quicker than the heart
that the heart breaks quicker than the lungs
that the lungs work until nothing else does.
There are dead men with more hope than
these bones. They crack like glass under pressure
and one day dream of being sand.
I can’t stop thinking about how I am going to
live. Every day I forget about the previous
as if I haven’t gotten older in years. My mind
does not wander, does not have a destination,
does not catch its breath after remembering
to slow down. It had just slowed down.
This junkyard heart keeps getting cluttered.
Soon, it will crash like the
chemicals and scrap metal it houses.
Evening NewsWe worked our tired eyesEvening News by MattVoscinar
over photographed faces blurred
by movement and light.
We imagined they were laughing,
their mouths open, inviting
breath to come inside.
We couldn’t know their voices,
so much like ours (hushed whispers)
pleading for help on the other side.
SurrenderThere are words I don't recognizeSurrender by MattVoscinar
on the walls of my contentment.
I'm not sure what language they're in
or who wrote them, but I do know
that they say something about surrender.
I've given up more times
than I've given anything else.
That’s how you found me. Curled up,
knees to my chest, trembling. And you
in your good nature mistook my weakness
When You Reach God's Summer Hometry the lock. If it opens, you’re not breaking and entering,When You Reach God's Summer Home by MattVoscinar
you’re just an unexpected guest. Set the table
with cheap china and treat the room
like your deathbed. Don’t lay in it.
You’ll have plenty of time for that.
aro.asexi.aro.asex by Seilf
i used to think that
lone geese in october skies
an error of wingbeats,
miscalculations of the wind
raw cries and heavy feathers
swept upwards, on beyond
Autumn the matchmaker’s
but here we are,
linked with golden chains
and paper wishes,
popcorn and licorice,
forgetfulness and condoms
marching two by two.
on tawdry velvet--
i see no need
for so many empty wrappers
or long nights stretched across
telephone wires but
maybe i've got a sparrow
where my heart ought to be
this is why we struggle to sleepshe germinates,this is why we struggle to sleep by Seilf
pale bud breaking
the eastern ground,
silver petals peeling
back the dark sky
we flick up switches,
windows reflecting bright screens
as she wilts into the west.
equinoxsummer isequinox by toxic-nebulae
a subtle shift in the light.
start to miss the ivy
that crawled over your eyes
and shielded them from shadows.
as for myself,
I think I’ve fallen in love
with the idea of it,
soporific, spindling, sublime:
all the s's in your name
straightening their spines
can you hear the sudden hush
of a shifting season?
listen: shake the snow from your hair
two minutes at the bottom of the oceani open my eyes and the room is underwater
a refraction of light--
tail flicked & then the sediment settles
like dysentery, this narcoleptic soul
to pulse, spin
into a paralysis of the
this is the pressure that creaks in my bones:
this is the space between my mouth and my mind
& the few centimeters between my ears are pulsing
with the things I cannot get to my hands
but my head is not a fucking ocean:
it's a flaw in chemistry
RainThe droplets fell shimmering
The scent filled my senses
The ground quickly soaked
It was just perfect
I walked outside
And was greeted by a fairy curtain
The moon light lighting the drops
As they made their descent
They clung to my hair
And got lost in my clothes
But I didn't mind
The cold they brought with them
This was what a summer night
Desperately called for the whole season
It's what everyone and everything
Wanted so badly
I felt them rolling down my face
And didn't bat an eye
I knew all too soon
The curtain of light would fade
But until it did
I would stand here
Glad to be surrounded
By the fairy like beauty
"Just because its personal, doesn't mean its not cliche" - Keith Buckley |
My name is Matt and I'm a poet/hip-hop artist. You can find me in Masaryktown, Florida. I have just recently finished my undergraduate studies, receiving a BA in both Public Advocacy and Creative Writing. I plan on publishing a chapbook by the end of the year and then making my way to grad school for poetry.
I also run the group DA-Poetics here on DA at: