poetry
“Writing helps us discover who we truly are”
In every mirror, I search for the reflection of the person I used to be with you. Each laugh I hear reminds me of the one I’ve lost.

Her dauntless mien, is absent from love.
Pity surrounds the surface of her demeanour.
Her gloomy expression,
makes you uneasy at sight.
Pity surrounds the surface of her demeanour.
Her gloomy expression,
makes you uneasy at sight.

How can you tell someone,
to be someone else,
if you’re not even a someone,
to someone else, yourself?
to be someone else,
if you’re not even a someone,
to someone else, yourself?

broken emotions
Illustrating the demons that took over my mind
Dark & Evil, they’re one of a kind
They deprive your happiness,
Enjoying your hate..
Dark & Evil, they’re one of a kind
They deprive your happiness,
Enjoying your hate..

isolated
Your memories are presented with many different faces. Somedays I go to sleep feeling comforted by the knowingness that we shared so many moments together, while others twist the..

guardian of the dead
The clock is ticking
whether you like it or not
We’ll soon be dead,
in a casket to rot
whether you like it or not
We’ll soon be dead,
in a casket to rot

emotional relapse
Emotions are heavy,
I don’t know what to feel
Is this relapse temporary?
Or is this love for real?
I don’t know what to feel
Is this relapse temporary?
Or is this love for real?

THE MARTYR
These trees scream liar,
while you preach love
while you preach love
Yet you chose the martyr
& what it dies of..
& what it dies of..

CARPE NOCTEM
I’m lost in a dream,
& not the good kind,
It’s the one where you scream,
& it fucks with your mind

BEFORE I JUMP
Before I jump, I want you to see
All of the things that you did to me
Not in person, or in visual form
I will write you the literary storm
All of the things that you did to me
Not in person, or in visual form
I will write you the literary storm

Matty Shreds
Writing is the only place that allows me to truly escape. Despite the evident absence of joyousness within it, it helps free my mind from the darkness that consumes me.
In a world where fabricated strength is the epitome of what “mass appeal” looks like, I’m comfortable being an outsider—ironically, it’s one of the only aspects of life that actually makes me feel happy; an oddity, yet a notable idiosyncrasy of mine.