Matthew Eyles
I work. I socialise. I observe. I write.
Men are fools.
so i went down and bought some cider.
Under the stars and bar lights is where you'll find me.
As I say goodnight to today, I awake to find it is Monday. Another day of work and stress.
Each morning They ease on the train.
Annoyed kitty Angry kitty Little ball of hate.
In all of winter's breeze, just you and I and the fire.
No one grows older.
Spare some time for poetry.
She shared dreams that blossomed.
there is no love in selfishness.
the reason poets pen their pain,
Let's Netflix and chill. Let's watch films. Television series. HBO.
I can only cope
Can't we leave? The clock is ticking. Time ebbs and sways. My bones grow brittle. 'Help me,' she says, but my heart is fickle. In little waves. In little ways. Amen.
...and as you kiss my soul, Where will you go?
It's true. I drink.
Every time I do this. The heart get stupid. The guard lowered. I unleash the dogs of Hell
Under the stars and bar lights Is where you’ll find me.
When was it You left me, In the dead of night?
How many times Has it been heard?
We wait, for what exactly? Each day surmises the latter. The former remains. Guilty little creatures. We can't help our sins.
The world breathes in sin.
She gazes in starlight. Fickle hues hide the moon. I wonder what she sees within that dark expanse. The vast stretch of emptiness.
It takes a lifetime To describe love.
There is no one more selfish Than a poet.
You eroded the walls of my heart. Flooded each chamber with your sweet poison. Still, you linger within. Haunting, stinging, hurting.
Darling, come back to me. Fulfil my needs; Selflessly. Know that I wish to be with you Selfishly. All to my own.
She bore me a smile. One with glittery eyes and fluttered eyelashes. One, where her whole body submitted to me. A smile that made you drunk on love. Gave you hope again. I just hope, this time, it...
When all else fails, Leave. When the dawn is too bright to cope. When the nights are too dull to excite. When life just breathes boredom. When all else fails you. When you've decided to give up. Pa...
I hate their faces. I hate their posts. I hate the pictures of their children. I hate their holidays, their homes, their petty lives. I hate the simple things that please them. I hate their argume...
With each dawn, Another day. New lives. New ends. Old friends Dancing in rain. Give me a life worth living.
Fabric girl had a cheap heart to sell. Yours I have to work for. I prefer the extra effort. It is ultimately, more rewarding.
These mornings give me pains. From the moment I awake, disturbed from some pleasant dream; I awake to This.
I see the faces hidden in houses. The cars that strut down long, busy, streets.
Observe nature; not the city. Look for the personalities; not the people.
Wounds heal. You're not dead. Just a little scarred. But who isn't?
There's poetry between us. You're the front cover. I'm the back. I'm hoping that we fill our book, with many pages.
Love is an obsession; An unhealthy one at that. But at least, the sex is good.
Well, we'll meet Friday, at 8pm. I'll possibly be there early. I don't like being late. I'll find a nice corner for us to hide in. One, preferably, away from people, Their prying eyes and ears. I...
This morning. Before the earth warms. Before smiles grow on the faces of children. Before the adults curse in traffic. Before work gets you down.
The cold embrace of the morning. The frozen sweat on the car. The gleaming stare of a cat's eyes. The drunk faces of passersby.
"My boyfriend left me today."
It's late. I'm tired but I don't want to sleep.
She was stunning. Blue dress, Pale, toned legs. Heels that teased the very floor. Her breasts; swelling. She adjusted herself. Flicked her hair over her shoulder. The nape of her neck exposed. She ...
