I am cursing the rain in bright black and grey ink in beautiful cursive writing. I know you're questioning how black and grey can be bright but If you don't know, you'll never know.

I am painting sunsets on canvas but with pastels instead of neons. It's almost a bit too sad instead of a bit to happy; so fitting for a sun that's disappearing, right ?

I am swallowing pills mixing them with liquor, testing out theories to see if I can find the right way to write. All I see is blurry candle light and a dragon on my wall telling me my writing *****.

And it's sad to think how pessimistic this poem started but how within a 15 minute drive home I've come to see....

That all the rain cleared up the night sky and out came those glimmering ***** of fire we call stars. I've caught myself staring but I always have different emotions with each glance.

Tonight..I guess the world isn't so sad after all.

I hate how you broke me down
Only to build me up
Just so you could break me down once again

I hate how you convinced me to open up to you when I was shy
Only to give you what you wanted from me
And then tell me to be ashamed for being so exposed

I hate how you would ask me what’s wrong
Only to pretend to listen as I would cry
And then tell me off for thinking I have it harder than others

I hate how you would tell me you loved me
Only for me to find out that you have another lover
And then to get angry with me when I would try to move on

I hate how I wasted my time loving you unconditionally
In hopes that you would love me too
Only to realize after eight months that you don’t deserve me

Maybe I don't have a mind,
but at least I'm not crazy.

I fallen so many times,
so I'm so experienced.

I've been cheated and left behind;
I know my friends and enemies.

I hear the echos of memories;
they see how far I've come.
So I know I've come so far.

Don't have a lot of friends,
so music's number 1.

Would **** for solitude,
but then where is the fun.

Maybe it's complicated,
but that makes an adventure.

Sometimes the darkest times,
are ones we gladly venture.

Optimist living for a life we understand. We were never idiots; we have the upper-hand. Notice their all falling down the depths of agony, but we optimist live strong, proud, and free.

You only fail if you fail to try
Keep trying.

© Matthew Harlovic

Because I was always taught
That when you take your glasses off
You can no longer see the stars

I thought heartbreak was a movie deal
Never knew it would turn out to be this real
But when everyone you care about
Leaves you in a world of doubt
You feel,
Like your heart is never gonna heal
And that ain't all you're gonna feel but now it's got some massive mass appeal.

I stepped into the world out side,
Shortly after I began to die
I left my eyes wide open
And they were quickly stolen
And I,
Could only turn a blind eye,
When everybody walking by
Were ***** thieves, and they were sly.

Just as I was looking to spread my wings
I saw them for sale on a street corner with my other stolen things:
But they were somewhere far away,
I saw them through my eyes stolen just the other day.
I'm all over the place in some love-devoted crime ring,
But while I'm everywhere, I'm still dreaming
Cause maybe someone out there can mend these lonely heart stings.

And I don't care what happens to me!
Cut off my legs and I'll search the seven seas
Cause I'm not a machine
I'm a human being
Just because I'm broken i won't run out of steam!
I'll gather myself one day, whenever that may be,
And she'll be the one who bought the missing pieces of me.