Poems from MattXanderPete
"This world is a great sculptor's shop. We are the statues and there is a rumor going round the shop that some of us are some day going to come to life."
-C.S. Lewis
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure
the vices that mold our souls into monsters,
or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead...
My mind is exhausted, but I choose not to sleep.
I just keep repeating words in my head, knowing
I'm indebted to a man with nail-pierced...
The problem we face
Is one of pride;
We want to believe
That the answer's inside
So we build with our hands
And observe with our eyes,...
Awaken from slumber long enough
To remind myself what's real
The part of me that's sleeping
Is dying to wake up.
The part of me that's...
Please tell me that we haven't become
Mindless conformities made to match;
to blend in, to mask who we really are.
Why do we follow so...