Canadian Playwright, Poet, and Performer.
Let's write our own happy ending.
Hi there. It's been a while. Nice to see you again. Lately, I haven't spoken much. And the words I have spoke have been so hollow,
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
Your worth is determined by one person, and one person only... You. Not a friend. Not a relative. Not a stranger. Not a partner.
I am me. I may not be who you want me to be. I am not just what you see. No, I am free. No, I will not take a knee, I won't just agree
Every writer knows how haunting the blank page is. The white, blank, empty paper. It thirsts for your creativity, it's hungry for your ideas,
Life has a lot of hurdles. It has so many, they'll make you wanna curdle into a ball, if any. They'll send you to the darkest pits,
When I close my eyes and focus on my breath, I don't see what you would traditionally expect to see. I don't see peace. I don't see harmony.
STOP what you're doing. Yes, you. Stop what you're doing. Whatever it is... Stop doing it. ... Now... Focus, and just breathe.
I am NOT who you think I am. I'm not a nerd. I'm not a geek. I'm not a magician. I'm not an actor. I'm certainly not an athlete.
Fate is not real. People like to talk about fate as this sacred path, created by some all-powerful being, that leads us on this perfect journey.
Dear loners, I see you in the back. Trying to hide behind your book or Nintendo DS, with a hoodie over your head. It's okay.
The moment you're born, The Clock begins to tick. You have a set time. When you live. When you die. The Clock is ticking.
I had a friend who wasn't so good at math. And when they got a test back that didn't go so well, they would say, "I'm so dumb."
