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Masquerade- Take your last name I don't want it, Take your grief I don't need it. Rage has taken its place. I can't look you in the face. Memories I wish I could erase. Painted me as the villain, When I was an artist. The Bob Ross to your Jackson Pollack. I'm tired of your sins and your lies, I remember all the words you said, Even if you don't. I'm not building bridges, For I walk on water. Look at me with disdain, Please remember you caused the pain. I'm done playing your game. You are playin Play Checkers, Jackson Pollack, Building Bridges, Disdain, I'm Tired, Walk On Water, Bob Ross, You Lied, Played Yourself

Jackson Pollack

Building Bridges

Played Yourself

Masquerade

Masquerade- Take your last name I don't want it, Take your grief I don't need it. Rage has taken its place. I can't look you in the face. Memories I wish I could erase. Painted me as the villain, When I was an artist. The Bob Ross to your Jackson Pollack. I'm tired of your sins and your lies, I remember all the words you said, Even if you don't. I'm not building bridges, For I walk on water. Look at me with disdain, Please remember you caused the pain. I'm done playing your game. You are playin

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

The Wanderer- They say the wanderers are never lost But at what cost? It’s always the bumpy road, That takes its toll. The choices I made, And the debt I paid. Constantly going around, Like a lost ship looking for the sound: I am hell bound. My soul will never be found. I have gone too far, There is no turning back, Only the white light remains, The last great milestone. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #writer Go Around, I Pay, Has Gone, Debt, White Light, Henry, Remains, Turning, Choices

The wanderer

The Wanderer- They say the wanderers are never lost But at what cost? It’s always the bumpy road, That takes its toll. The choices I made, And the debt I paid. Constantly going around, Like a lost ship looking for the sound: I am hell bound. My soul will never be found. I have gone too far, There is no turning back, Only the white light remains, The last great milestone. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #writer

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Indiana- I have seen history, Through different eyes. I witnessed leaders die, And mothers cry. I have gained and lost, Everything has a cost. Walked with gods, Defied the odds. Traveled there and back, Always following the red line. Seeking fortune and fame, And maybe my own hubris is too blame. Age is setting in, And I don’t recognize my own skin. Old scars become new, And there isn’t enough glue, To fix this person I once knew. Ghosts from the past remain, Different names, faces stay the same Defying, Blame, Fix It, Ghosts, Fortune, Odds, Cry, Indiana, Mothers

Indiana

Indiana- I have seen history, Through different eyes. I witnessed leaders die, And mothers cry. I have gained and lost, Everything has a cost. Walked with gods, Defied the odds. Traveled there and back, Always following the red line. Seeking fortune and fame, And maybe my own hubris is too blame. Age is setting in, And I don’t recognize my own skin. Old scars become new, And there isn’t enough glue, To fix this person I once knew. Ghosts from the past remain, Different names, faces stay the same

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Before Me- I can’t drive the snakes away, Nor keep the demons at bay. With you, I always stay. Past the Dawn, And all the years long. Even after I’m gone. I’ll guard your pagan heart, Shall we never depart. When I’m a ghost, And you need me the most. I’ll haunt your soul, Still trying to make you whole. Taking quite a toll. At least I know my role. Bleeding myself dry, To keep you alive. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writi I Need You, Snakes, Demons, Poet, Pagan, Haunting, Alive

Before Me

Before Me- I can’t drive the snakes away, Nor keep the demons at bay. With you, I always stay. Past the Dawn, And all the years long. Even after I’m gone. I’ll guard your pagan heart, Shall we never depart. When I’m a ghost, And you need me the most. I’ll haunt your soul, Still trying to make you whole. Taking quite a toll. At least I know my role. Bleeding myself dry, To keep you alive. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writi

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

The Devil- Sundown is on the rise Headed for the last ride Into that orange red sky, I can hear heaven cry. Into purgatory I must wait, For my judgmental fate. Maybe it’s not too late, To see the pearly gate. I know my sin, Evil will alway win, I remember back then. When the deal was made, With my soul I paid, To him I prayed. Red eye’s promised fame, All I had to do was call his name, And my life wouldn’t be the same. Pride became cash, Food became ash, And my life was over in a flash. Even in The Last Ride, Red Sky, Sundown, Red Eyes, Orange Red, Sins, Devil, Fame

The Devil

The Devil- Sundown is on the rise Headed for the last ride Into that orange red sky, I can hear heaven cry. Into purgatory I must wait, For my judgmental fate. Maybe it’s not too late, To see the pearly gate. I know my sin, Evil will alway win, I remember back then. When the deal was made, With my soul I paid, To him I prayed. Red eye’s promised fame, All I had to do was call his name, And my life wouldn’t be the same. Pride became cash, Food became ash, And my life was over in a flash. Even in

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Finale- Death looks at me and smiles, With him I’ll stay awhile, Bills continue to pile. Now, that I’m gone, Some will finally listen, Others will refuse to believe, That I had the strength to leave. Few will mourn, Her heart will be forever torn, I wish I was never born. They said life was hard, I could never imagine this. I’m tired of the battles and the war, I can’t take this anymore. The world did me wrong, And I can’t go on. The pets will forget in time, And she will always remember when I Im Tired, Life Is Hard, Always Remember, Look At Me, Call Her, Bills, I Can, Wish, Battle

Always Remember

Finale

Finale- Death looks at me and smiles, With him I’ll stay awhile, Bills continue to pile. Now, that I’m gone, Some will finally listen, Others will refuse to believe, That I had the strength to leave. Few will mourn, Her heart will be forever torn, I wish I was never born. They said life was hard, I could never imagine this. I’m tired of the battles and the war, I can’t take this anymore. The world did me wrong, And I can’t go on. The pets will forget in time, And she will always remember when I

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Silent Poetry- Dance when you can’t, Dance when you can. Dance in the rain, Dance through the pain. Dance when the song ends Dance when you are about to begin . Dance when you are alone, Dance after you’ve grown. Dance for the mass, Dance in the grass . Dance when you feel small, Dance when feel tall. Dance through the tears, Dance past the fears. Dance with the years. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #write Rain Dance, Dancing In The Rain, When You Can, Silent, Grass, Writer, August

Dancing In The Rain

Silent Poetry

Silent Poetry- Dance when you can’t, Dance when you can. Dance in the rain, Dance through the pain. Dance when the song ends Dance when you are about to begin . Dance when you are alone, Dance after you’ve grown. Dance for the mass, Dance in the grass . Dance when you feel small, Dance when feel tall. Dance through the tears, Dance past the fears. Dance with the years. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #write

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

The First Gift of Christmas- I can no longer hear the bell, Some say I was raised well, Yet, I still fell. Can’t afford to live, Can’t afford to give. Christmas memories have faded, And Santa has left me jaded. I’m no longer Christmas green, Or Santa red, But Vincent Blue, There is nothing new. Each year is like the one before, I can’t take this anymore There is nothing to believe, Would rather leave. And say goodbye, Then watch the years pass by. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycom Years Passed, Christmas Memory, The One, Goodbye, Faded, Poems, Santa

Christmas Memory

The First Gift of Christmas

The First Gift of Christmas- I can no longer hear the bell, Some say I was raised well, Yet, I still fell. Can’t afford to live, Can’t afford to give. Christmas memories have faded, And Santa has left me jaded. I’m no longer Christmas green, Or Santa red, But Vincent Blue, There is nothing new. Each year is like the one before, I can’t take this anymore There is nothing to believe, Would rather leave. And say goodbye, Then watch the years pass by. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycom

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Happy Holidays- What is there to be thankful for? I can’t take this anymore. Tired of wearing a smile, And pretending I’m fine for awhile. Living from day to day, Trying to keep my demons away, Maybe I should listen to what they say. Violent images flood my mind, Solace I’ll never find. So pass the turkey, gravy, and pumpkin pie, And I won’t admit I want to die. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #writersofinstagr Turkey Gravy, I Want To Die, Pumpkin Pie, Flood, Happy Holidays, Tired

Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays- What is there to be thankful for? I can’t take this anymore. Tired of wearing a smile, And pretending I’m fine for awhile. Living from day to day, Trying to keep my demons away, Maybe I should listen to what they say. Violent images flood my mind, Solace I’ll never find. So pass the turkey, gravy, and pumpkin pie, And I won’t admit I want to die. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #writersofinstagr

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

The Shape The darkness closes in, Murderous thoughts begin. Samhain beckons me, And I’m no longer free. My thoughts are not my own, With him, I’m never alone. And all I want is to go home. Ever since I heard his voice, I didn’t have a choice. He tells me to grab a knife, And take a life. I listen to his call, And watch my victims fall. They say I can’t die, Even though they try. I’m fear, And come back every year. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poems All I Want, Take That, Never Alone, Samhain, Tell Me, Darkness, Comebacks, The Voice

The Shape

The Shape The darkness closes in, Murderous thoughts begin. Samhain beckons me, And I’m no longer free. My thoughts are not my own, With him, I’m never alone. And all I want is to go home. Ever since I heard his voice, I didn’t have a choice. He tells me to grab a knife, And take a life. I listen to his call, And watch my victims fall. They say I can’t die, Even though they try. I’m fear, And come back every year. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poems

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Haunted- In the dark shadows of the night, It’s not the ghosts that give such a fright. But those dressed in flesh and bone, Who won’t leave me alone. Stalking me from year to year, Trying to strike fear. Forever haunting me, Never letting me be. In your dead eyes, I see all your lies. I have moved on, Though scars remain, I wish you would do the same. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #writin I Wish You Would, Leave Me Alone, Stalking, Strike, Shadows

I Wish You Would

Haunted

Haunted- In the dark shadows of the night, It’s not the ghosts that give such a fright. But those dressed in flesh and bone, Who won’t leave me alone. Stalking me from year to year, Trying to strike fear. Forever haunting me, Never letting me be. In your dead eyes, I see all your lies. I have moved on, Though scars remain, I wish you would do the same. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poemsofinstagram #poet #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #writin

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Sympathy for the Damed- I can’t load the chamber, Take shot after shot, Till the bottle is gone, Or till my liver gives out. I can’t feel the dull blade across my skin, Or fly down sixty stories like Superman. But I do turn the heat on in the shower as hot as I can so I can feel the heat against my skin, And meet death once again, And almost give in to the unforgivable sin. Here I go living another day, Hoping to find a way. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram Chamber, Liver, Sixties, Dull, Sympathy, Superman

The damned

Sympathy for the Damed- I can’t load the chamber, Take shot after shot, Till the bottle is gone, Or till my liver gives out. I can’t feel the dull blade across my skin, Or fly down sixty stories like Superman. But I do turn the heat on in the shower as hot as I can so I can feel the heat against my skin, And meet death once again, And almost give in to the unforgivable sin. Here I go living another day, Hoping to find a way. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Dark Ceiling, 2 Am, To Be Wanted, Im Broken, Relive, Awake, Lonely, You And I

Random Thoughts at 2 am.

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

“You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me!” - Wyatt Earp (Kurt Russell) - Tombstone (1993) The Drifter- I am the quiet one, I have already won. You think you know it all, You are destined to fall. I won’t bend to your beck and call. Try and drag me down, But I own this town. Just like the fates designed, both angel and demon combined. With hell on my side, I’m planning your homicide. I’m the author of this story. For I’m headed for glory. - Henry Augu Kurt Russell Tombstone, Tombstone 1993, Wyatt Earp, The Quiet Ones, Know It All, Drifter, Angels And Demons, My Side, Beck

Kurt Russell Tombstone

Angels And Demons

The Drifter

“You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me!” - Wyatt Earp (Kurt Russell) - Tombstone (1993) The Drifter- I am the quiet one, I have already won. You think you know it all, You are destined to fall. I won’t bend to your beck and call. Try and drag me down, But I own this town. Just like the fates designed, both angel and demon combined. With hell on my side, I’m planning your homicide. I’m the author of this story. For I’m headed for glory. - Henry Augu

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Winchester- You say it’s just a phase, Hiding behind your judgmental gaze. I’m not an actor apart of your play, I won’t do what you say. Dark thoughts flood my mind, Feelings in a bind. Trying to get me to cast doubt, While keeping the familial clout. Never understanding what this is about. Gaslighting all my thoughts, Not seeing all the demons I’ve fought. Missing all the signs, Hiding behind all the rhymes. Maybe you’ll see this time. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #po Dark Thoughts, Gaslighting, I Win, Gazing, Winchester, Rhymes, Doubt

Winchester

Winchester- You say it’s just a phase, Hiding behind your judgmental gaze. I’m not an actor apart of your play, I won’t do what you say. Dark thoughts flood my mind, Feelings in a bind. Trying to get me to cast doubt, While keeping the familial clout. Never understanding what this is about. Gaslighting all my thoughts, Not seeing all the demons I’ve fought. Missing all the signs, Hiding behind all the rhymes. Maybe you’ll see this time. - Henry August #Summerwindpoetry #poetrycommunity #po

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

Matthew Henry August Hubachek

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