Murphie Matheson

I sort of, kind of, attempt to write.

[murphiematheson]

Late at night,

when I'm feeling alone,

I look up to the sky,

and see the stars glistening.

Sometimes I'll talk as if they were listening.

I used to think,

if I could reach far enough,

I could grab one right out of the sky.

Now I know that they are far too big for my hands,

and that I'm not nearly tall enough to reach them.

What a shame it is,

to see something spectacular,

and not be able to get anywhere near it.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[atriflebairn]

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Either here:

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or here:

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[murphiematheson]

"They Never Gave Us Swords in Kindergarten" is a great story and I recommend it so much!

They post the chapters as they go, so stay tuned for more.

[murphiematheson]

He was cold,

like rain.

If he were a colour,

he’d be blue.

She was fiery,

but sweet like summer.

Her name was Red.

Together,

they were the Sun and the Moon,

never to breach.

Wishing upon a shooting star,

to bring them in reach.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

I’m sitting on this old oak porch,

dreaming of ways to get away.

Romantic scenarios meant for the big screen.

Hoping my life would be that pristine clean.

I drift away and,

wonder what it would be like to just run.

Through the fields,

through the trees,

to a place more suited for me.

A gush of wind comes along,

that thought doesn’t last for long.

The Sun’s going down.

All the neighbours security lights are flickering on.

I, once again,

wonder what it would be like to just run.

Over the fences,

under the lights,

on this warm summer night.

Tonight I planned my get away,

but it only sealed my fate.

I’m less of an escape artist,

more of a runaway.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

She tells me to turn the other cheek,

that they don’t have sticks and stones to break my bones.

But Ma,

their words hurt me.

She says,

the world’s not black and white,

fair or right,

that it’s a grey way of life out there.

But I’m never gonna get used to,

Joanne Blaire’s glare,

from across the gym,

while I’m sitting on the school stairs.

Oh, what I’d give,

to not care.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

For some reason Tumblr won't let me message anyone 😊 but I was the one asking about the collaboration

Oh, awesome, I love your writing! It would be so cool to work together.Maybe through email because you can't message?

[murphiematheson]

Have you ever done a poetry collaboration? I'd love to work with you.

I’ve never done a collaboration before, but I’d love to. You should message me!

Thanks for sending in an ask, hopefully you message, so we can work on some stuff together.

[murphiematheson]

If you could live in any city in the world what would it be and why?

New York City! I’ve loved that place ever since I was little. I hope to end up there some day (soon), but I guess it’s going to be a mission with me being from Australia. It’s hard enough moving to New York as an American, aha. We can all dream, though.Thanks for sending an ask!

[murphiematheson]

You have the power to travel back in time, but only by 30 seconds. Do you consider this useless or do you imagine several ways this could benefit you?

1. I could trip out knowing everything that’s about to happen for the next 30 seconds, that’s pretty cool.

2. Bragging rights, of course. “Barbara, I’ve travelled back in time, don’t you dare speak to me that way.”

3. Uhhh, I got nothing.

I did try to think of something smart and philosophical but it just wasn’t comin’ to me, haha.Thanks for sending in an ask!

[murphiematheson]

random question: what’s ur biggest pet peeve

My biggest pet peeve? Well, when I was a kid I used to think ‘pet peeve’ meant a peeve you had about pets. So I’d always answer with cat hair on my clothes. This. This is now my biggest pet peeve.

Thank you for sending an ask!

[murphiematheson]

Ask Me Anything

Hello to my 28 followers (and anyone else who stumbles upon this), can you believe this is my first post without a poem or story? I thought it was time to introduce myself. I’m Murphie.

Also, and let’s keep this a secret (even though I’m posting to the whole word), I’d really like to try out the whole ask inbox thing. I know it’s a bit of a reach thinking anybody would actually care to ask me anything but, it’s worth a shot.

So ask away, friends. I’m readyyyy

[murphiematheson]

There’s this train,

it never stops,

‘round in circles,

like a clock.

There are no windows,

not one door,

people are left,

stuck,

looking at the floor.

There is no end,

no such thing as a station.

No questions,

no temptations,

not a speck of retaliation.

Blank faces,

black walls.

Metal chairs,

empty stares.

No one gets on,

no one gets off.

It’s a metaphorical mind block.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

Red ink all over the desk,

blunt pencils,

wrinkled paper,

a failed success.

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“You think you’re not good enough,

you think you’re second best”

her good mate says.

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She desperately tries to get the

words out,

but there’s nothing to be said.

He looks to her,

she quickly turns her head,

chewing the tip of her red ink

pen.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

You drink like there’s always an occasion,

you breathe in smoke as if it’s air,

you cut yourself like dinner,

but I don’t care.

You’re as beautiful as ever,

this, I wish you knew.

Your eyes are so blue,

like the ocean we swam in when we were

eight.

What a different time it was back then, hey.

I still remember like it was yesterday.

Things might not be the same,

but my love for you,

hasn’t changed.

One day, we’ll be best friends again.

‘Til then I’ll say goodbye,

like when I went to camp in 10th grade.

Soon enough, we’ll be livin’ like it’s the good

old days.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

We’re laying in the middle of the desert.

Our hands wrapped around one another’s,

clenching tight.

I don’t remember a thing before this moment,

I’m not sure if I even want to.

“It’s a brave thing you did” she pipes up.

I want to ask her what she means but the

words won’t come out of my mouth.

She continues anyway, as if she knew what I

was thinking.

“Everyone thinks it’s a cowards act,

you know,

ending it.

I beg to differ,

it takes a lot of courage to live, no doubt

but it takes a lot of bravery to make the great

escape.

To plunge yourself into the unknown,

not because you are a coward

but because all of the courage you had left

to live, was drained out of you,

like water from a bathtub.”

What a…peculiar thing to say.

I…I hope I didn’t -

“It’s a brave thing you did,

indeed.

Now you better wake up

before this becomes

a real life thing.”

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

You, Me and New York City

I came to the city to find myself, little did I know I would find you.

I’m sitting at New York’s finest Bodega, drinking the best coffee.

And by that I mean, I’m sitting alone at a small, rundown, family owned Bodega, drinking overly sweet and milky coffee.

But my god, I am so lucky I chose here, of all the places and all the days, I chose to have coffee here and today.

You’re there, 5 tables down and no one in between us. You keep glancing up at me.

I don’t want to leave but the clock is ticking, I’m going to be late for work and I still can’t get up and walk out the door. My legs are like jelly and I’m afraid if I leave now, I’ll never see you again.

So I’m sitting here, drinking my third coffee, contemplating whether or not I should go and talk to you.

Maybe I should leave it how it is. Perfect and sweet, a tale we can tell our friends.

You stand up and walk for the door, or so I thought. You stopped at my booth and asked if the seat was taken. I promptly told you it was all yours.

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Written by Murphie Matheson

[murphiematheson]

Her voice cracks,

her lungs almost give out.

| what do i do? |

Her lips are quivering,

her hands are shaking,

her eyes are watering.

| oh what do i do? |

She’s pacing,

she’s yelling,

she’s drunk and she’s swearing.

| oh god what do i do? |

“talk to me,

tell me what’s wrong,

say anything,

I have all night long”

She bursts into tears and slides to the floor, she says “I just don’t know anymore”

Her eyes are bloodshot,

her face is red.

She gets up and stumbles to bed.

Liquor bottle in hand.

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Written by Murphie Matheson