Do you feel that?

Do You Feel That?

Matthew Sanders

Do you feel that?

the fear.

the anxiety.

the stress.

Do you feel that?

the mystery.

the confusion.

the speculation.

Do you feel that?

the wind.

the thin air.

the cold dark sky.

Do you feel that?

the calmness.

the bliss.

the embrace of the sunrise.

Do you feel that?

The love.

The warmth.

The happiness.

Do you feel that?

I don’t think you do.

I don’t think you know.

I don’t think you’re real.



Most lines must start with “the.”

Most lines have to do with a certain feeling or emotion

The lines cannot be more than 5 words

“Do you feel that,” must be repeated throughout the poem



Just Wait

I closed the door as softly as I’d stroked

My feet,

Shaped by decades, centuries of time.

I’m illuminated by prismatic light,

For a little while at least.

Murmurs echo and collide.

Now I’m standing outside in the cold.

That chill doesn’t go away.

An unwanted dog tethered by his owner,

nothing left to offer.

The frigid air reminds me of when you left.

There’s a softness in my memory.

One thing remains the same though,

Just wait,



Aidan McClanahan Broken hearted

Dalaney Blottenberger When I Was With You

Bianca Dust Through a Rose Window

Nicky Lindell Saturday Night Routine

Heather Moseley In the Wood

Matthew Sanders Journal 2

This is my Home

Warm but cold, sweet but sour, quiet but loud.

I stand with my face down, yellow liquid dripping from my pant leg.

A regular human bladder can only hold two cups of liquid.

I drank my third cup of liquid like a thirsty bull,

Not knowing that I would feel that warm liquid trickle down my leg bone to my toes.

Who knew that the bathroom would be occupied before I could relieve myself?

“I like you as a friend,” stated my once crush.

I want her to love me, a boy who wrongly relieved himself in his own home.

I wish I could live on Mars,

Where I could create my own rabbit hole.

Maybe even create a shelf for my sugary liquid drinks.

On Mars, I could piss as I please without being judged.

Why must love be so depressing?

I don’t want her to love me,

Why would I want her to love me?

Love is like a bicycle.

My uncle had a bicycle before, one of the wheels was lost, making it worthless.

The bicycle being his marriage of course, the detached wheel being his wife.

I can’t stop myself from thinking about her, my mind is clouded with her smile.

However, the knife of pain penetrating my chest tells me to let it go.

Piss, Love, Mars, they are all things that one must live with,

Even the most light hearted people such as Adam Sandler.

The knife of pain penetrating my chest tells me to let it go.

Let it go.

Journal 1: The Personal Universe of Matthew Sanders

Taste (15 words): Sandy, Iron, fresh, soft, dirty, bland, lemon, Fruity, acidic, powerful, grain, country, ocean, soapy, sharp

Touch (15 words): Fire, grain, bunny fur, peel, anxiety, sharp, bitter, doormat, punch, toothache, concussion, blanket, desert, workout, fear

Smell (15 words): soft, sharp, bitter, sweet, steam, sewer, meal, date, locker-room, grass, candles, roses, fruity, cologne, shower, spring

Hearing (15 words): Seahawk, metal, punk, amplifier, cords, violin, guitar, nickelback, concert, wolf, city, marriage, bells, California, straw

Sight (15 words): glaucoma, spectacles, doctor, love, sunlight, cinema, blind, rainbow, life, tears, contacts, judgement, fear, beautiful, ugly

Action/Motion (10 words): waterfall, athlete, riot, carpenter, mini, bullet, bolt, arrow, lightning, documentary

Abstractions (3 words): depression, suicide, liberty

Anything else (7 words): Philippines, tropics, photography, progress, Wednesday, anniversary, memorial