Retroeight

Retroeight

Winston Salem, United States

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“lest the truth be known that men, are nothing more than emotional skyscrapers, built with glass infrastructures, spray painted the color of steel, And nicknamed strength, strange isn’t it, what walking contradictions we call men.”-Mark Gonzales

What is a man but the crumbling columns encircling us, I am hardly a Samson developed so far into the meaning of love, That I would give my own life to destroy the forces restraining it. However I may share feelings for my own Delilah for I too tend to end up bleeding and chained.

Most of us men give life like a gag gift, With emotion as weak as the string that holds me together. We tend to lay down our mentality for brutality in attempts to reconcile with our pasts. We are nothing but dying embers, With gazes set to the bonfires of her lighthouse. Wishes for brilliance as clear as that, Wishing for the chance one day to burn so brightly with love that she can always find her warmth and way home.

I am one of these men, A hopeless romantic with ideals of sorrow and melancholy tendencies. In a day to day world I present a false pretense of happiness, And I do laugh with meaning, But once alone, As am presently, I fall apart.

This is why I write. Take it as you will, It’s for your interpretation, for your enjoyment, and for your darkest thoughts that you instinctively deny.

I am Matt. This is my story, This is my song.

“Leonardo’s Mona Lisa is just a thousand smears of paint. Michelangelo’s David is just a million hits with a hammer. We’re all of us a million bits put together the right way. " -Chuck Palahniuk

  • Age: 26
  • Joined: November 2008

Journal

Suppose

I’ve never been good at introduction’s to letters. Trying to find out the right words for what I feel needs to be said is almost always impossible. As if the alphabet is missing some forbidden letters, Ones that reflect an unexplainable feeling, rather than simply a word. As if we’re not suppose to be able to convey those types of emotions in text, If we were standing side by si…
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Untitled

Sitting in, Starring out of this glass encased box, / My prison. / I look and behold the image of freedom, / Within reach, / Pulling on push only doors, With only the ability to do so, / Fresh incision on the backsides of my palms, / Reversed role, modern day Jesus Christ, / Turn my flowing blood into personal salvation, / Neon gas pouring out of my bloodshot eyes, / Only the glistening of tears …
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Just thinking.

There’s some things in this life that I’ll never understand, / As why the moon shows her face during the day, / but the sun stands frightened to appear at night, / It makes me wonder if signs could change faces, / Would we ever learn how to stop, yield, or slow? / If traffic lights could stay green and embrace the joy we give them when they are so, / Would they ever turn red? / Have y…
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Oceans of Blood

I have an ocean of blood trying to make it’s way through my river shaped veins, Is it any wonder that the levees break from time to time and allow emotion to flood the solid of my skin… / A drop of red salt water lays flat out, rained from the page of despair’s affliction, incorporated into history. A timeless physical effect caused in hallucinatory experience. A bright eyed dim…
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