poetry by j matthew waters

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second semester lit

end the madness and make old things new again

so many overused words
can you name one
will you dare
may I start with ominous
or something less
like life or death

it matters not which words
become misused
or misunderstood
be it recently
or centuries ago
reinvented by the likes
of poetic artisans

november two thousand twenty-two
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prime numbers & secondary colors

use your words
written or spoken
or by way of signing
all depending upon
how you see yourself
at the moment

at times words
simply won’t do
like when jesus upturned
tables at the temple
or elvis attaining
his isolated lowest

and what about those
outer body episodes
when all you have
are prime numbers
and secondary colors
to express yourself

june two thousand twenty-one
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for as long as I wanted to stay

I’ve jotted down a few words
looking to see if any of them
might make sense

where exactly do you find them
casual conversations
youtube videos
in-store purchasing
fm car radio

I keep saying I’m losing my mind
but nobody is listening
I’ve got so many words left
needing to be analyzed

I’d like to step into the future
just to see if it’s really there

and if I told you I don’t want to return
would you believe me

of course I must come back
but I’ve managed to smuggle
a few unknown words
along with some seeds
I was promised would keep me alive
for as long as I wanted to stay

april two thousand twenty-one
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like late autumn leaves

precious little one
look me in the eye & listen
to my words

for there are so few left
in this world
& I wish to bestow them

to someone like you
innocent & accepting
willing to secure them

for an undetermined
amount of time
willing to one day

set them free
by releasing them into
an uplifting wind

only to slowly descend
into your open arms
like late autumn leaves

july two thousand twenty
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making up words

lately I’ve been busy making up words
words without definitions
screaming and smiling at the same time
mouth forming an imperfect circle
inquisitive eyes looking my way
fingertips touching cheeks
unsure whether to laugh or cry

I got so loud they kicked us out
before my party even had a chance
to finish their drinks
but those who found humor
in my made-up words waved good-bye
talking amongst themselves
who or what on earth I could possibly be

I tell you now I could be just about anyone
your best friend or worst nightmare
but truth be told I’m here to stay
making up words without definitions
screaming them as I may
as long as my lungs will let me

july two thousand nineteen
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words without friends

throwing words against wall
seeing what will stick
be it war or peace
or work or play
sun or moon or stars

some stick better than others
individuals letters
peeling off now and then
turning batch into bach
or clock into cock
crow into row

sometimes it’s fun
to toss one letter at a time
like darts in a barroom
spelling heart without an E
or soul without a U
bullseye with one I

sometimes nothing sticks
and you find yourself
back in the drawing room
making words with ink
one lonely letter at a time

december two thousand eighteen
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forever held in peace

what’s not said holds
more meaning
than any spoken word made in haste

how many times have you heard
it’s not what you said
but the way in which you said it

and what about those thoughts
left unsaid
do you know how they simply
go by the wayside
like acts of contrition
performed in private

it shouldn’t have to come to this
afraid to speak for fear
the moon will never weep again
afraid to sleep
for fear the sun may never rise

november two thousand eighteen
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