Be the Unthinkable

Someday you will throw a penny in a wishing well and it will choke because your dreams are just too big for it to swallow.
When the wind disagrees with your voice, when the walls laugh, when the trees make jokes, when the floor questions your footsteps know the truth is a drum machine inside of a house that god built behind your ribs.
Your heart is an ocean of possibility and it beats like a song called “Right here, right now”
Take ownership of your choices because sometimes that’s all we have left to hold onto
I dare u to be more than the sound of textbook pages blowing in the wind, more than a desk in a crowded room, more than a Xerox copy of an article that you didn’t want to read for a class you never wanted to take.
I dare you to be more than a scantron sheet waiting for answers.
Be the pencil that writes our history.
Be the pen that refuses to be erased.
So when the real world stands in front of you, all daunting and scary,
stare into its eyes and say “I’ve been waiting for you”, “I’m ready”.
The world is in need of saving
And God has made you a superhero
He is just waiting for you to put your cape on

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Tbh

Dear Hands,
I get it you like writing poetry
But you can’t bring a metaphor to a gun fight
Dear Eyes,
There are things that I don’t tell you
We both know how terrible you are at keeping secrets
Dear heart,
I trust you so don’t mess things up
Dear Hands,
I said I know you like writing poetry
But you can’t bring a metaphor to a gun fight
Dear Legs,
Walking is the easy part now find a reason
Dear Brain,
You’re a good listener
But you give terrible relationship advice
Dear Hands,
Once again I know you like writing poetry
But you can’t bring a metaphor to a gun fight

A Big Question…

When she scraps the magazine covers off of her skin
When she plucks the dandelions from her veins
When she releases the pennies from her eyelids and cries like a broken wishing well
She will stitch her pain to wind
Wait for u to breath and rip a question out of the soil in her throat
She will ask whether or not u think she is still beautiful
When that moment kamikazes onto your doorstep
Unfold it like a letter from somebody you don’t recall giving your address to
Pour yourself a glass silence
Look her in her eyes as if you were having a starring contest
With the best parts of a life that you’ve yet to experience
And say….
Yes

Me, Myself and I

I was born February 3
I hear that makes me a Aquarius
Honestly I have no Idea what that actually means
I’m 6 foot and a half
I weigh 165 pounds
I don’t really know how to swim and I’m a sucker for a girl with a nice smile and beautiful eyes
I’m still learning how to whisper
I’m often loud in places where I should be quiet
I’m quiet in places where I should be loud
I was born feet first and I’ve been backwards ever since
I like ginger ale, a lot
I’ve been told that I sometimes give really bad hugs
People say that it feels like I’m trying to escape
Sometimes it’s because I am
Secretly I get really nervous every time someone gets close enough to hear me breathe
I have this odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures
I assume it’s because I usually find myself dedicating my time to things that will only last a few moments
I guess that’s also why I tend to fall in love with girls who will never love me back
I know it sounds crazy but it’s actually easier than it seems
To be honest I think it’s safer that way
Relationships often remind me that I’m not afraid of heights or falling
But I’m scared of what’s going to happen the moment that my body hits the ground
I’m clumsy, yesterday I tripped over my self esteem, I landed on my pride
It shattered like an I phone with a broken face
Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment
I’ve never been to the military but I have this purple heart
I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix
Hi my name is Matthew
I enjoy Iced tea, people watching and laughing for no reason at all
But I don’t allow myself to cry as often as I need to
I have solar power confidence and a battery operated smile
My hobbies include editing my life story
Hiding behind metaphors and trying to convince my shadow that I’m someone worth following
I don’t know much but I do know this
I know that heaven is full of music
I know God listens to my heartbeat on his IPod
It reminds him that we still have work to do

Our Generation

Now I am a proud 90’s baby! I grew up in the era of smart guy, Disney’s Recess and Boy meets world.

But as I watch how our generation has grown up and the generations after me, I can’t help but wonder what is going on…

Here’s a video I shot a few years back expressing my thoughts and opinions on my generation.

Here is the link:

What Has Our World Become?

I use to think we were a world filled with angels
But the truth is we are more like peacocks
Yes peacocks
We are living with the devils misconception that are wings are beautiful but useless
Knowing that God has destined us to fly
We take the transit
We take taxis
We take the train
We will pretty much take anything that will keep us close to the ground
Because all of the sudden we are afraid to reach the heights that God has planned for us
Our world is family photo
That is missing a father and the frame that holds everything together
We live in a world where losing your phone is more devastating than losing your virginity
In our world guys spend time paying for the latest whip and chain
Forgetting that God paid for us through whips and chains
Ladies pay to fix their nails and lashes
Forgetting God was the was the one who took their nails and their lashes
Our world is filled with the sound of gunshots and people losing faith in God
Trees are begging to be uprooted from the earth
The stars are boycotting the sky
Everyone has solar power confidence and a battery operated smile
It seems everyone is looking for a way out
And it’s sad
Because God has made us superheroes
He is just waiting for us to put our cape on