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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 8:39:18 GMT -2
Impenetrable
Outside is reality, inside is the mask A search for identity, through passengers of my cast Crawling deeper inside, I’m wonderfully horrified Seeing cowards turn and hide, my ghost mortified Lurking, whispering, and scratching at the door Tearing out the walls, rotting my core Piteous, I cry. Hushed by deaf ears and blind eyes Resting in demise, my own impenetrable disguise
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 13:42:19 GMT -2
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Post by Rikki Jo on Sept 12, 2014 13:59:27 GMT -2
Great one, Matt.  I LOVE IT!! ... Love how you express your feelings. Hope you keep writing, Bro.  I'd like to read more.
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Post by SprouseBrosFan321 on Sept 12, 2014 18:24:41 GMT -2
I thoroughly enjoyed this one!! Hope to see some more writing Matt.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 7:00:25 GMT -2
Limber Dismemberment
 Tape to your eye, burn lucid and shy. Look into the mirror, as your body is drawn nearer. Paralyzed and incapable, your life inescapable. How lucky for you, your new found venue. Saw reiterating pain. Clamp to the artery vain. What a pigsty you've become. Crick to the bone saw hum. Limbs that were overrated. Useless roots eradicated. Free of ambivalence, the enlightened experience.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2015 7:32:12 GMT -2
Limber Dismemberment
 Tape to your eye, burn lucid and shy. Look into the mirror, as your body is drawn nearer. Paralyzed and incapable, your life inescapable. How lucky for you, your new found venue. Saw reiterating pain. Clamp to the artery vain. What a pigsty you've become. Crick to the bone saw hum. Limbs that were overrated. Useless roots eradicated. Free of ambivalence, the enlightened experience. Too deep, shows also enough pain in your words ... with some lines I feel so fully identified: "Limbs that were overrated. Useless roots eradicated. Free of ambivalence, the enlightened experience." 
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 18:49:35 GMT -2
The power to emerge from yourself is always there You just have look at the grass like a child who is new Let go of preconceived notions of life and let this concept free you Believe in the invisible, as something someone might do
Emerge, venture of the invisible Explore what is there, what may dare Emerge, venture of the invisible Find what is there, what is waiting
We are life’s greatest spectators, as one mother giving birth A blank canvas being painted into this earth Released into the unknown and joining the others Believing in the invisible, as something someone might do
Emerge, venture of the invisible Explore what is there, what may dare Emerge, venture of the invisible What is there, what is there waiting…..
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 20:44:42 GMT -2
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Post by Rikki Jo on Mar 22, 2015 6:11:31 GMT -2
The power to emerge from yourself is always there You just have look at the grass like a child who is new Let go of preconceived notions of life and let this concept free you Believe in the invisible, as something someone might do Emerge, venture of the invisible Explore what is there, what may dare Emerge, venture of the invisible Find what is there, what is waiting We are life’s greatest spectators, as one mother giving birth A blank canvas being painted into this earth Released into the unknown and joining the others Believing in the invisible, as something someone might do Emerge, venture of the invisible Explore what is there, what may dare Emerge, venture of the invisible What is there, what is there waiting….. Those are very inspirational and encouraging lyrics. That's a very good message, and it's something to live by. And the music is so beautiful and motivating.  Amazing work as always, Bro. 
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 8:09:42 GMT -2
Symptoms Of a Snow Angel
It dreamed of a touch, a kiss, a love with all its might. "Outside are beautiful people" - withered the soul of the night. The sound of a fallen tear, the chiming of its lonesome call. It fell into invisible arms, the truest of them all.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2015 13:05:05 GMT -2
Symptoms Of a Snow Angel It dreamed of a touch, a kiss, a love with all its might. "Outside are beautiful people" - withered the soul of the night. The sound of a fallen tear, the chiming of its lonesome call. It fell into invisible arms, the truest of them all. One of your works? The music itself is also beautiful 
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 1:44:51 GMT -2
Thank you Colin.  Yeah, both words and music are me.  lol
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Post by María on Aug 29, 2015 5:00:58 GMT -2
Symptoms Of a Snow Angel It dreamed of a touch, a kiss, a love with all its might. "Outside are beautiful people" - withered the soul of the night. The sound of a fallen tear, the chiming of its lonesome call. It fell into invisible arms, the truest of them all. "It fell into invisible arms, the truest of them all." ... Really beautiful ... I love the feeling and hope to find the love that so much we seek, which transmits the verse. 
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2015 5:11:56 GMT -2
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