Matt Bellamy

Undeniable that there is A certain attraction in arrogance An arrogance that lacks aggression But still, something that makes a boy a guy But a guy not yet a man ...

It was beautiful and it hurt. Love and hate. The borders of the plainest page Cut me off. I promised I wouldn’t write about you And never mention your name. ...

Many times I have watched those graceful hands The purest white I’ve yet to find again Nothing can compare within this mortal land And by my side I wish them ...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is an “inspirational poem” for teens who think they should be “getting laid” like everyone else appears to be. Teen media puts a lot of pressure on ...

A sharp gasp entwined with a laughAnd a smile.And I don’t know why.Skin breaking out a little andEyes that always look surprisedWhen they look at me.Thin lips that smile so ...

I know I haven't been active in the literary forums for quite a while so after this I am going ...

Okay so this was mostly me venting, I admit, but part of the release is showing an audience I guess, ...

Just the way I'm feeling right now..enjoy Wondering if you’re thinking of me As much as I thought of you Wasting time with those same Dried out thoughts that Make ...

Honest, brutal opnions wanted. Any forced rhyming, anything that doesn't seem to fit? I'll post some crits as soon as I can, I don't spend enough time in the lit ...

I liked to lie on your bed and just be If I lie on my own bed and be I am just being alone. But no, no more of this ...

I am Happy Scared Loved up Surprised Not really here Wishing I was somewhere else or wishing someone else was here Probably like she once did Want and need and ...

I shall now go crit a load of poems since this is my second piece I posted this week and I've yet to crit anything myself. I don't even know ...

The walls are sweating. Anticipation breathes, Rustles the curtains with Its moist breath. Darkness never falls, it jumps- It’s the light that dives, Limbs spread, crashing simultaneously Into the o

Each cannonball floats inYour bathwaterEach trailing orange-brownSparksand leaves megasping and grasping to clutch your climaxbecause “I love you” never gets old.

Your skin rubbed off on my pillowSmells like central heatingOr the insides of housesAnd it’s the closest I’ve been to sleeping with youBut tomorrow, ohWill be the first of the ...

Haven't read this myself for a little while. I wrote it for school last year, but I hate reading through it because of the feelings attatched to it...but feedback would ...

I feel like something is missing. As many crits as possible please, I am very open-minded about this one. Editing suggestions in as we go along I’ve never felt as ...

A little old, but hey, it's been a while, hmm? Hello Even the smell of the bus is starting to feel like home My house is just somewhere that makes ...

It’s okay to walk through the car park in impending dark. Lampposts and fog make sky look pink Like toilet paper - soft, I think. Ignore everyone, walk brisk to ...

This came from something Aet Lindling said in the chat - I noticed her say "I once found a man named Oink", and I said it sounded like the started ...

I try so fucking hard sometimes That I forget that I’m alive. Standing on a ledge and down below photographers and news reporters flash, and oh, the wind - I ...

I'm going to ask you to be gentle with this one, because it is a touchy subject for me. It's also in my blog, so if you want to know ...

Blood-stained snow Liquid on fur-like Cotton-ball floor Poignant, and rich. Hard to ignore. Crimson ice Frozen like tear-spears Waiting for heat To crack, to spill. One day, we will. I ...

I lost myself a while ago She’s standing in a field somewhere- Somewhere I don’t know. In the grass on a mountain top, Barefoot and smiling at the sun, She ...

A little different to my normal style - it kinda just came out, like a free write, really. I'm interested to know what you think of this one. Life hurts, ...

Mistakes in time like Scribbles in concrete Careless sweeps and Scuffed footprints. Memories are more than Names written on Dust-covered table tops, But like etchings on wood In permanent marker. ...

An emotional carcass of a poem. Needed to be written, for my own sanity. Curse working in a supermarket. Anyway, let me know what you think.It’s surprising how much dried ...

The thumb pushes the middle and third fingers down into the palmWhile the first and little fingerPush up, stretch up towards the sky,Hand separating at the middle, arm raised – ...

Whispers, lips gently brushing earsPerhaps a song, if it isn’t too muchOf a cliché.Pulling close, intertwining fingersA hand clinging to soft, thick hair, thenAn intense look.Squashing noses into f

The roof is leaking.Great, fat drips of waterplummet into the rug andsplash against the tile floor.Jodie screeches “more, more!”She stands above the house witha bowl of water and pours. Alittle ...

It’s just a house. The house where I got ready for my prom, where I passed my exams and got into uni, found someone new, ditched what wasn’t good for ...

The first poem I've shared on YWS for a very long time, let me know what you think!