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Matt Hall IEI (INFJ)
Matt Hall is an Enneagram 4 who loves psychology. Matt loves to express himself through creativity and enjoys writing deep, meaningful stories. Matt also has a passion for imagery and enjoys clean, beautiful aesthetics. Matt’s hobbies include creating, exercising, and spending time with family.
Girl and Sun

If She Only Knew

If she only knew my heart’s desire She’d know another had all my fire. And she could see my love in an accurate light Instead of sending a coyote to

Fire Breathing Cat

That’s What Ya Get

Invisible boundary breached I’m not ninja She crafted me a tool I’m binoculars, he holds me. Look! Now he sees what she wants That’s what ya get You got me

Wall of Tears

Dam of Tears

Took a hike today Cried like a baby Felt so damn good No black and white, just greys and maybe. Thought about the passing Of a beloved friend’s soul When

Creepy Trail

She Follows

I hike down the trail and she follows me there I see her ahead, I see her behind She’s everywhere I hear her voice I see that stare Judgmental scorn

Pills

They Don’t See

The present offers me cans. The future, wills While the past gave me should haves and plastic pills Disappointment, nausea, and painful feels. A bloody war between vengeance and humility

Citrus Sun

Cold Grave Scars

I peer ahead as the citrus sun sets With athletic shirt and jeans faded from sweat. I still feel your presence, it must be your mind Afraid I will go

Bear

Cold Kapok

I sat alone on the side of a road Left there to die. Left there to mold My eyes didn’t blink. My expressionless face Stared straight ahead hoping for an

Hate Hates Happy

Hate hates happy on a dimensional level Whether here or there or at some festive revel. He hovers after closing as he stalks and trawls Because no one I know

Alluring Beau

My friend Fletcher is a mysterious man He’s great with the ladies, has always a plan Not so reliable, but I understand He’s so damn gorgeous, a good looking man.

Foisted Fear

I won’t scarper anymore from your foisted fear As my tormenting treadmill keeps me near. The more I run, the more the belt turns Till eventually I fall with irrational

Vanquishment

Why do you shut-in such a beautiful soul? Everyone admires you, I want you to know. Even the doubters who seemed not so loyal Chose you every time and anointed

Interstellar Inclination

I wish your stars would fall down to me Shine so brightly Move right through me. I wish your moon stayed full all the time Light my way Show me

Circe 2: Opulent

The dogs begin to smell Her delightful scent Where did I take her, what’s my intent? She’s locked away deeply She can’t escape The bars squeal highly, as her fingernails

Let Her

Let her see me struggling over here Let her enter my gracious soul sphere Let her feel my heartbeat so near Let her escape that pain in the clear Let

Once Time Returns

Goodnight dearest friend Maybe someday we’ll meet again When our weary souls stand tall And our alkaline tears don’t fall At least, not to the floor Because I promise I’ll

Lesser Brother

You’re the lesser brother Every single day Your heart so distracted By work or by play Your face is like Thanos Your breathe even worse You make me vomit You’re

Unconcealed Disfavor

All those times I waited for you Praying for that conciliatory chance Wasting away in a caffeinated crater Performing scenarios in a mental trance. A fool taking part in an

Myopic Culture

She calls it perversion. I call it beauty. Art comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, and designations. A photo of a man, woman, animal, or object, if aesthetically pleasing to

Audacity Endeavor

Madness they say While healing takes place Hear his words Look at his face! He shares his pain An audacity endeavor He’s making it up Mendacity. Whatever! CAST HIM OUT!

Game of Numbers

How many of us would they kill And leave in the streets Were we to threaten their riches? These leaders we so desperately follow They see us as part of

Receive Your Throne

She’s like the wind Through my tree As dead leaves flutter She thinks of me. The moonlight restores Her lunar smile Which was stolen from her A crime so vile.

Space Waves

So many think that the Earth spins slowly Like a turtle, sleuth, or roly poly. As the days drag on like a boring vexation The years affect us with little

Ego Erected

I just needed a chum in the midst of a dispiriting climb An iota of encouragement could have lasted all of time. So I dropped to my knees with my

It Chases

This thing, it chases me. Everyday It never stops moving, a mental ballet. It chases the thoughts right into my mind And once they are conquered. It continues to twine.