Conor Matthews

I have a neighbour upstairs
And they can be loud.
At night, in the morning,
How can one person make so much sound?

They’re always upstairs,
They just never leave
Not for work, not for sleep,
The noise has no reprieve.

What’s strange is I live in a house,
There’s no…

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Jumbling and rattling in the box,
A jigsaw of you in your head,
A life spent sorting; combining,
A life spent stressed before you’re dead.

What a blockbuster you act out,
For an audience of strained nerves,
Mistaking all of the plot holes,
For exciting scares, twists, and curves.

Ruminate…

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It’ll be gone soon,
That’s no excuse for now.
Just because it ends,
Is no reason to rush.

You can’t live your life,
Years spent wondering how,
You’ll go like fallen leaves,
Vanishing in the brush.

The worst you can do,
Is go before it’s right.
You’ll never know for sure,
How it…

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