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“The Quiet Things is a series of reflections on love, life, and everything in between. It comes from inside during some of my darkest moments where all I could do was write openly, freely and truthfully. Within these stories are sadness, darkness, love and hope. It is a collection of moments spread over time. It is a little bit of the dark mixed with the light.”
Matthew Doerner was born and raised in Ontario, Canada. He studied his early years as a chef and, just like his love for cooking, he also fell in love with words and writing. In the early days of high school, he was introduced to Shakespeare’s Macbeth and Hamlet, that opened the idea of what writing could be. From Shakespeare to the worlds of Ginsberg and Bukowski is where the love of writing poetry truly bloomed. Writing became part escape and part therapy, a way to deal with emotions that couldn’t be verbalized. It was the solitude within the words that he now shares with others. Poetry can truly save the soul, heal the wounds, and make the world seem bright again.
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Matthew Doerner
The Quiet Things
That Nobody Says… But Everyone Hears
© 2022 Europe Books | London
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ISBN 9791220129992
First edition: September 2022
The Quiet Things
That Nobody Says… But Everyone Hears
“The Quiet Things is a series of reflections on love, life, and everything in between. It comes from inside during some of my darkest moments where all I could do was write openly, freely and truthfully. Within these stories are sadness, darkness, love and hope. It is a collection of moments spread over time. It is a little bit of the dark mixed with the light.”
-The Author
For the Author of this collection, writing means both escape and therapy. Poetry is so fundamental to life, a natural way of struggling against and dealing with life’s darkest emotions. In the end, the externalized written word will grant reprieve and relief.
The Author sees poetry as a place of the mind where truthfulness is key. Without it, poetry would lose its most vital meaning.
The fifty-four poems of this collection are the expression of real-life memories and stories, recollected with a sense of sadness, longing, but always with a look to the future, arousing both fear and everlasting hope.
In the long love poem “The Immortals’ Kiss” the Poet must face the dark and bleeding forest to join his eternal love, but at dawn she will be lost in the new day’s mist, and…
We shall never return to this day, or this place the way it once was.
We are gone now, holding hands through the ether of forever.
The Quiet Things That Nobody Says.
(23.2.20)
A day that never comes, but still, we live.
I look through windows and thoughts, sort through past mistakes.
I love you.
FUCK YOU!
I hate you.
I NEED YOU!
Stay with me.
GET OUT!
FUCK OFF!
No, please don’t leave.
The past pushes ahead. Feel the now, today is the day, that I tell you.
I AM STRONG!
Pathetic.
I AM WORTHY!
Worthless.
I AM REAL!
So fake.
GET LOST!
I need you.
Distant, yet so alive.
A new wave.
I feel your energy, so bold, it floats through walls.
Open eyes, breathe slow.
A new divide is on the ledge. Take the high road, a new path, a new level, a new life.
REALITY
(9.3.2020)
Blackout the sun again, pull back the trigger and sin. Process the pain, dim the lights, let’s begin.
Is it intuition or intention that you fear?
So, here we go again, paint by numbers life. My friend, become one within yourself. Believe, a new path, a new divide. Become, unconsciously alive.
Breakthrough! Breathe, be conscious.
Reality.
The new me.
Peeling back the skin to see. Walking through everything, just to be in, the hell between.
A new divide.
Here & Now
(16.3.2020)
Feelings coming up and out, don’t hold back.
Let it come, bleed it out.
Release the venom inside.
Scream to cry and feel once more.
Alive.
Forever ago, we took a vow, here and now, we break that chain.
You took from me, turned me out, put me through the glass, tore me from the inside out, bled me dry, but here and now, I am more alive.
And so it goes, when I look back on the time, a forgotten age.
Ever and a day, a new voice now resides, with energy high.
Welcome to the new life.
Welcome to the here and now.