Matthew P. Haubert
Composer, Poet, Artist
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Heavy Heart
Matthew P Haubert Verse 1 BmI’ve been sleeping in a house where the paint curls back, G Bmi think its tired of holding on, same as me.BmDishes and glasses with a chipped-up rims, G Bmstains on the counter like painting memories.EmNeighbors shouting in a boxing match through walls— G Bmglimpses of the life I swore I’d never be.EmBare feet on cold…
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Real suffering
Matthew P. Haubert I want a house with a movie script family,but I live in a drug filled apartment lost in regrets.In my lonely chair I dream of starting old dreams,But time is crushing me, crushing hopes of what once was me.Dirty Carpet, Moldy sinks,Family heirlooms dusting and hidden in shame,Clothes 20 years old, folded…
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Runaway Sky
Matthew P. Haubert I saw you standing in the doorway,Moonlight tangled with your hair,tired of the scent of old days,the air, something stuck in your throat So take my hand,Lets leave tonightNo plans, no maps, just roadway lights, to a special place.ChorusOh I want to take you to a runway in the sky,where the clouds…
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Day Dreams
Matthew P. Haubert Opiate dreams dripping with vivid colorizing hues, Secluding my horror, Seducing my eyes.Ethanol ideas hazing my vision, noir pallets, Shading my life, Blinding my spinal, heart and brain.Amphetamine visions racing with radical varietys, Crashing my sanity, Crushing my soul.Unaltered Dopamine doctoring my sanity, emptying my veins, bleeding out whats left in me.Darkness…
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Voices at the Window
A dark epic in eleven movements I. Empty Rooms Every footstep thunders tonight. The floorboards groan beneath their borrowed light. The ceiling fans spin out my lies, humming them softly toward the outside— lost lullabies drifting into the void. I count the tiles. I count my breath. I feel my heartbeat pulsing in my neck. The fridge hums low, mocking my unraveling. I have…
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Of My Former Lover
An Epic Poem of Love and Deceit I. Intro – The Red-Haired Beauty Who is she, that red-haired beauty I have seen before?Now in my dive bar, drinking, staring, eyes catching mine across the hall.I am nervous, blank, head down, endlessly washing glasses,pretending to be busy, while whispers curl between her friends. I flee to…
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“When Will I Be Free?”
matthew p haubert Tired of missing so many days,Am I thirty-five… or sixty-eight?Can’t tell.Body’s so worn downPeople I once knew — they double takeJust to see if it’s really me.(Is it really me?) Missing hours,Time just slips,Thinking the same same thought —And decades pass me,Unresolved,Definition of insanity. I wish I could rearrange time and history…
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I’m alone
The voice of reason crashes through my body,My self image treason, never knowing what to believe.Black and white thinking, so many walls, my eyes, my path is faulted.No one will help me when I fail, my problems never delt with at all.WIll god or whoever runs this realm of world forgive me?Will the people I…
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This our end of roads
We didnt end the way we thought it would,lifes theft stole our future.We lost out love through the same old arguments,more an more of the same, over so many dates.I turned my back on you, so you traveled the train to a new world,left behind our script on the table, found a new path to…
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Amphetamine Nights
Amphetamine clouds covering the room,no lights, just ruminating the past,I lost my lover, my love for life, my complexion in my skin Stuck sitting in an apartment alone.No furniture.No heat.Just drywall, silence, and the buzzing in my teeth. There’s a glass mirror on the floorreflecting a face I dont recognize,and a little white line beside…
