poetry by j matthew waters

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outside it was stone cold

there were photographs
plastered against the living
room walls

the place was a mess

there were old newspapers
and magazines
on the coffee table
and end tables
some of them cut up and
some of them barely touched

the place smelled of coffee and
cigarettes and kitty litter

some of the photographs
on the walls
had been scribbled on with blue
thin-tipped sharpies
scribbled with dates
and names
and emoticons
and many many question marks

outside it was stone cold

deep down inside
the photographs
were the only sane things
that kept a hopeful tomorrow alive

january two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

the reason she needs you now

she was a beauty without doubt
shined in photographs
everywhere you showed them
to everyone who saw

her skin was cold to the touch
but you would never know
not without getting closer
not without bridging the gap

lost inside a city of angels
she blended in with mere mortals
rubbing elbows with those
she learned to trust

it was back in o’eight after
the world had seemed to crash
an exodus of sorts ensued
and she left everything behind

did she really head back east
back where there was no home
or did she drift into a dreamless state
where only gray matter grows

your badge of courage means
nothing if you can’t solve
the reason why she came here
or the reason she needs you now

june two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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