Tuesday, August 29, 2023

"trilogy" compilation and behind-the-scenes

it’s great to see you again. it’s very rare that we get to talk like this on here, but i thought this would be something a few of you would be interested in.

the EP trilogy is complete. i’m so grateful for everyone who has checked it out and offered their support and feedback. life threw me for several curves and offered up a lot of pain along the way, but i’m glad i was able to have this outlet as a way to cope. this trilogy gave me a way to work through my hurt, and i hope it’s given you comfort.

while i was finishing up the final entry, “an EP about growing up,” i pondered doing something like this. my projects are obviously very inspired by music, hence why i refer to my releases as “albums,” “mini-albums,” “EPs” and the like. however, while i’ve released many projects in a very close vicinity, this is the first time i released a series of projects that had some kind of relation to one another.

thus, i thought…why not create some kind of special album art that would be used in a proverbial “compilation re-issue” of the poems that would include all of them together?

thus, “trilogy” was born:


naturally, i was very inspired by the weeknd’s “trilogy” of mixtapes, which he released separately before putting them together into one larger project. it just seemed like a nice way to answer the question in my mind of “what would it look like if all three of these were released together?” thus, i offer this up as the hypothetical album art for what would be a comprehensive package of the three EPs.

it’s not much, but this seemed like a nice way to close the door on the “trilogy” era.

as an added bonus, i thought i’d take this time to offer some “behind the scenes” on the poems in this series. i usually don’t do this, as i like to let the words speak for themselves, but i thought it would be rather fitting. so let’s go in order of all the projects and poems and discuss them:

“an EP about losing friends”:

1. alone in an open zone - this kickoff to “an EP about losing friends” was actually inspired by real events. without giving too much away, i based it on an experience where i was supposed to hang out with some friends, but was not able to for certain reasons. we were going to hang out at an arcade in a mall, but as it would turn out, i was unable to be with my friends in the arcade. instead, i hung around in the mall by myself and wrote out this poem based on my observations and feelings of inferiority in the friend group. sad as the night was, it was interesting getting to write out a poem in a public space. i’d honestly like to do it more often if i could.

2. cold - this poem serves as a continuation of the last one, and it’s the only poem in the “trilogy” that requires another poem to contextualize it. at this point, the mall is closing, and i’m heading home by myself, overwhelmed with a wave of emotion. it was a november night, and thus, it was extremely cold. i wanted to try to bring together everything i felt and went through on that trip home, expounding on the feelings of worthlessness from the first poem.

3. through the grapevine - moving in a slightly different direction, this one discussed thoughts and feelings i had during a particular falling out among several people in the friend group. i didn’t want to get overly specific, as naturally, i wanted to protect the identities and character of my friends. i simply wanted to write something that embodied what it felt like to watch friendships die in a situation you didn’t have control over. the situations involved here were meant to be kept private to only the involved parties, but eventually, everyone in the group had to witness the drama firsthand. as someone who hates seeing friends fight, it was an overwhelming, emotional situation that i wish i hadn’t witnessed, and i wrote this as a way of almost bargaining and wishing that things hadn’t ended the way they did.

“an EP about death”:

4. tears that i never cried - with “an EP about death,” i wanted to move in a more story-driven direction than the other, more personal EPs. earlier in the year, a close friend of mine lost a family member, and it had an impact on me because i’ve known this friend (and their family member) for over a decade. i couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like in their shoes during that period, but i wanted to try. thus, i created a story about someone who lost their mom, but had to try to continue living through it. if you notice, this poem in particular is written almost like a rap song. i’ve done this several times before, and it felt extra fitting here for the sake of the story. the lead character lost their mom, never got to say a proper goodbye, and certain obligations stopped them from really getting to be with their mom for many of those final days. thus, they took out their frustration in the form of a song.

5. my last goodbyes - here, our lead character actually gets to see their mom. they are offered one opportunity to have a private moment before the casket is taken away. the big thing i wanted to discuss and convey here was the “not really gone” feeling one can get in a situation like this. i also based that feeling on real experiences: i attended the funeral of my aforementioned friend’s family member, and i distinctly remember walking up to the open casket and thinking “it really doesn’t even feel like you’re dead.” it felt almost spooky to me, because i thought they were merely sleeping, and i expected them to get up at any moment. it’s a minor detail in this poem, but it was something i really wanted to zero in on.

6. one more conversation - with the final poem, i wanted to get into the feeling of bargaining one can go through when grieving. in the main character’s case, they’re directionless, they’re at wit’s end, they’re scared they might not have a home anymore, and it’s because they no longer have their mom to help push them in the right direction. very subtly, i wanted to create the feeling that the main character’s mother passed while they were still a rather young age (think early 20s, maybe even a tiny bit younger). thus, they’ve only barely become an adult and are still trying to make heads or tails of a world that constantly kicks them while they’re down. without mom, they don’t have any idea where they’re gonna be. i think that’s a feeling several people can relate to.

“an EP about growing up”:

7. tired of life - heading into “an EP about growing up,” i knew i wanted to move right back into the personal direction that i had gone in with the first EP. here, i wanted to just go back into “classic matt” mode and just let all my pain spill onto the page. i really wanted to go through the idea of how, even after finally adopting a healthier mindset that improved my mental health exponentially, 2023 has kicked me so hard to where i’m right back where i started. all the improvements made in 2022 felt meaningless because i feel as though life has tried to screw me more times than not this year. this EP was also largely written at a time when i had been inside the house alone for over a month, and i felt as though i was going slightly mad, which i wanted to communicate as well.

8. don’t be famous - this is an idea i’ve tackled before in poetry, but as the title suggested, it’s a discussion on what fame can do to someone. for much of my youth, i would tell myself that i wanted to be famous, not realizing just how harmful it would be if my wish actually came true. it also helps that i knew people personally who had achieved some level of “fame,” and it felt at times like it had changed them for the worse. it also happened that this poem was a rare confidence burst in a set of poetry that was largely sad.

9. one of the lucky ones - i hadn’t really thought i’d write many more poems about love. back in 2018-2019, i wrote a lot of those, as i thought i had fallen in love at the time. a negative experience made it so that i largely rejected the idea of falling for someone. from that experience, i became able to enjoy my own presence more, but equally, i would often try to suppress any feelings of “love” that i had out of fear of getting hurt again. between these things, i never thought i’d fall for someone again, but…yeah, you know the rest. i was swept off my feet, and i wanted to discuss that, as well as some roadblocks in play related to those feelings.

10. 2023 (bonus track) - this was a poem that i had written literally the day before releasing “an EP about growing up.” i had initially debated between throwing it on the EP, or releasing it as a single later on. ultimately, it felt fitting to add it to the EP as a “bonus track.” essentially, it just serves as the wrap-up to everything i discussed in the “trilogy.” it was a way for me to tie everything together in one neat and concise way. much of my debate stemmed from whether its standing as essentially an “epilogue” would be justification for releasing it as a post-EP single. instead, it felt like a nice way to close the door on the era. also, someone very important to me considered this one of the best poems on the EP, which makes me even more glad that i included it.

from the era:

11. false prophets - now, this poem is not necessarily part of any EP in the trilogy. however, it was the only standalone single that i released during the “trilogy” era, and as a result, i felt it would’ve been worth including in a potential compilation. this was another moment where it felt like i was turning back to “classic matt” and discussing fame and the industry. i wrote this right before finishing up the final EP, and i figured it seemed best as a hype single of sorts; it might not necessarily fit the EP’s idea of “growing up,” but it does tackle a few themes that i discuss on the project.

wow, did i have a lot to say. i don’t get to discuss these poems with many people, so any chance i get to talk about them is great. once more, i will say a massive thank you to everyone who has read these EPs and supported them in any way possible. this summer was one of ups and downs, but i’m glad i was able to complete these projects along the way. i feel a break might be in order, but don’t worry; as long as i’m breathing, and as long as i have something to write about, poetry will always be in my back pocket.

Friday, August 25, 2023

4. 2023 (bonus track)

right back
where i started,
thought i grew
in ‘22,
found some peace
and comfort,
quieted the mind,
i thought i finally
got myself right,
but somehow,
i was sent left
somewhere along the way,
stuck feeling sick
and i can’t
get myself back on track,
so now i’m driving
in the middle of nowhere,
tryna find the path
back home,
but i’m too far gone,
and i can’t stop thinking
of how it all went wrong.

rest in peace
to the ones
that didn’t make it,
memories popping back up
in the days since,
too much grief
in one year,
not one for the suit and tie,
but i guess 2023
wants everything to die,
like the friendships
celebrated one day
to be crushed in the next,
rang in the new year
then watched the circle shrink,
made me think
i could’ve helped more,
start to wonder
how much i really matter.

and now,
i’m stuck inside
with my brain
going haywire
because i can’t stop
thinking about you,
out of fear,
i tried to convince myself
the feeling wasn’t real,
but i can’t contain it,
and it’s got me back
in the place
i hated being in,
the smallest things
and the tiniest signs
could make or break
my entire day,
thought i’d kept myself away
from the love,
but it’s all i’m thinking of.

‘23 got me feeling
like a burden,
disappointing my peoples,
i know i make ‘em
wanna leave,
but i just want life
to treat us positively,
wanna know that i didn’t
waste all my luck
in the final months
of ‘22,
give me a sign
that it’ll figure itself out.
for now,
i’m stuck in nowhere,
no idea where i’m going,
just tired of walking
through the fire,
i’m tryna
make it back alive,
but will i even have time?

i’m tired of being tired.

3. one of the lucky ones

promised the world,
but all i got was pain,
thought i found the one
more than a few times,
each ended the same,
became a changed man,
never thought i’d do it again,
self-love to be okay
with single life,
self-sabotage to erase
the emotions
and never hurt again,
four years well spent,
thought i was content
but i’m tripping,
succumbing to the feelings
while i’m still healing,
trauma from the past
back to rear
its ugly head,
suddenly, i’m useless again.

now i’m falling in love
when i can’t even
take care of myself,
and i’m scared
it’s hurting the circle
because the homies
are getting colder,
distance is growing,
trust if i could
rid myself of the feeling,
i’d have done it
by now,
but it’s been suppressed
for too long,
man, i’m sorry,
feeling like it’s my fault,
and now i’m lost
in my mind
tryna make sense of it all.

‘cause i’m terrified
of letting you down,
all i want
is to be there
for my peoples,
but all i’m doing
is disappointing,
try every day
to make you proud,
but it just feels
like i’m failing,
and the emotions
that i’m going through
are overwhelming,
pardon my silence,
i’m trying not to die,
i wanna feel the love,
but it’s anguish
every time i try,
never find the one,
there’s always
something in the way,
some people in life
are just lucky,
but i guess i’m not.

i’ll never be one of the lucky ones.

2. don't be famous

no paparazzi, please,
i’m tired of the lights,
been fighting
all my life
to get the flowers
while i’m here,
instead, they insist
on making me
invisible,
blink and you might miss,
still got
nothing but hits,
need more than
a few hands
to run through the list,
stuck in the quietness,
i did it all myself,
everything i could
to let the words live,
even when they all
tried to keep me
in silence.

i’m my own promo,
do it all myself,
always had to be
my own biggest fan,
just me
and the people
in my head,
put all my faith
in myself,
‘cause God’s as real
as apple pie
is canadian,
put me through the pain,
so i’m taking back
my name,
reclaiming the throne
as the poetry king,
writing what’s real
while the fakes
keep spinning the wheels.

these people whipped
to the system,
they’re chained,
and they’re slaving
tryna keep
the numbers raising,
but the ego’s
more fragile
than a glass house,
i saw what
the fame shit
turned ‘em into
and it’s sickening,
heads are inflating,
narcissists get caught up
in the numbers game,
trade humanity for clout,
decency for the bag,
accountability for views,
tryna climb aboard
the train,
but it’ll burst into flames,
ready to take it all
along the way.

don’t be famous

1. tired of life

i’m tired of life,
another late night,
sleep schedule’s
all over the place,
life of an insomniac
slowly turning
to a hypochondriac,
slightest sickness
feels like dying,
just wanna burst out crying
‘cause i’m 25
struggling to find
some direction in life,
i’ve been pushing
but it’s feeling like
the divine powers
are trying to kill me,
and i don’t know
how much more pain
i can take.

only difference
between ’22 and ’23
is that i’m coping better,
but what’s it matter
when i’m crumbling
under the pressure
of trying to get
bags of cheddar?
8 years later,
my greatest
accomplishment,
and i’ve been low since,
searching for more
out of life than this,
always thought
i was destined for bigger,
but i can’t feed the family
off of love and hope,
is this what it’s like
to be an adult?

‘cause now i feel
like i don’t wanna
grow up,
i got childhood fears
tryna reappear,
pull me back
to last year,
all this time
cooped up inside
got me losing
my mind,
back to thinking
that i’m dragging ‘em down,
nobody’s first
or second
or twelfth choice,
is it all in the mind?
or am i the worst
in the friend group?
it was “fuck people
except my peoples,”
but now i’m scared
that i don’t have peoples,
i don’t wanna say goodbye,
but it’s a choice
i don’t know if i’ll decide.

tell me i’ll be alright.

an EP about growing up preface


we have arrived, much sooner than even i could have anticipated. the final project in the trilogy of EPs, “an EP about growing up,” is finally yours. exactly as it sounds, this is a project that discusses feelings and struggles of growing into adulthood. i’ve been feeling such things a lot more lately as my life has moved in some wild directions, and it felt fitting to have this as the final project in the trilogy. in my eyes, it is the best one yet, and perhaps even my best project yet. it features some of my most raw, unfiltered thoughts and some of my darkest moments yet, and it felt good to get this off of my chest. i even threw in a bonus track, almost to tie a bit of a bow on this trilogy of projects. as always, i hope this record brings you comfort in your darkest moments, and i thank you all for coming along for the ride in this trilogy. i’m now off to the middle of nowhere, as i search for some direction. rest assured, i’ll have more stories to tell when i get back. and hey, maybe i might have one more little surprise in store with this trilogy. nothing too huge, but something you may like regardless:

1. tired of life

2. don’t be famous

3. one of the lucky ones

4 2023 (bonus track)

Monday, August 21, 2023

false prophets

i’ve spent all my time
surrounded by these
false prophets,
pretty promises
of pleasure
and power,
only to devour
artistic value,
lies of divine inspiration,
all the motivation
gets taken,
claim to care
but they’re faking,
only there
when you’re six feet under,
suddenly,
you’re more than just
a number,
outside of when
the dollar signs
start piling on,
so they dig you up,
throw your husk
in the machine,
wring it out
for every last
drop of clout,
never gave this effort
when you were out
and about
tryna find a way around
the dark clouds,
wanted to make
your voice heard,
but they won’t
until you’re buried,
paid no mind
until it was time
to toss some flowers
at the hearse,
you were never there
until you weren’t there.

shoutout to the nobodies. i feel you.

Friday, August 4, 2023

3. one more conversation

all i wanted
was one more conversation,
so much i had left
to say to you,
questions i needed answers to,
how am i gonna do this
when there’s no “you?”
the silence grows louder
when i’m stuck in the house
all alone,
the one you’ve lived in
since childhood,
wanted to pay it off
to make you proud,
but now i might
get kicked out,
all you left behind
will be gone
in an instant,
like you were never here,
wanted to be able to say
that i escaped
the dead-end job,
got myself off the ground,
but i’m pushed back down,
i don’t know
how to get through this,
you were my guidance,
i wasn’t ready
to say goodbye,
but i’m forced
to face facts,
you’re in the sky,
and i’m left
to try to find
my purpose in life,
fight for you,
but how?
what do i do?
and as i wander
aimlessly
with no direction,
the first tear
finally falls
down my eye.

“i miss you, mom.”

2. my last goodbyes

today i said
my last goodbyes,
no-show at the service,
empty seat in the crowd,
i was scared to be around,
all i wanted was
a minute alone
before they took you home,
your body laid
inside the open casket,
doesn’t even feel
like you’re gone,
seems like it’s just sleep,
any minute,
i’m expecting you to wake
with a smile on your face,
tell me all the ways
that it’ll be okay,
but reality takes over,
the ensuing pain,
fought back the tears
i was told to never cry,
you always tried
to break that stigma,
but i could never abide,
before he left,
he made me feel little,
you made me feel tall,
but now,
i feel nothing at all,
“son, it’s time for her to go,”
i leave the bouquet
that i know will only decay,
and watch them close it shut,
i almost wanna stop them,
because i don’t want you to go,
i wanna see your face,
i want you to wake up
and let me know
you’ll be here,
but all i can do
is let out my last words…

“i love you, mom.”

1. tears that i never cried

this a tribute
to the tears
that i never cried,
thought i saved ‘em
for the day
that my mother died,
but not a single
little drip
falling from my eye,
mom, i’m sorry
that my plans went awry,
i never said goodbye,
i never went inside,
i never even tried
to put my pride
to the side,
or pay you back
and thank you
for the things
you supplied,
went outta the way
in the name
of saving my life,
i need a guide,
best one’s not alive,
wanna run and hide,
‘cause my hands feeling tied,
tryna take it in my stride,
but i can’t even confide,
hit me asking if i’m fine,
they ain’t getting a reply,
thrown in the fire,
how the hell do i survive?
without her telling me
that everything
will be alright?
i guess that
my reality check
just arrived,
i’ll never have
the drive i had
when mama was alive.

“i need you, mom.”

an EP about death preface


a warm welcome back to all of you. i know i tend to take long breaks from releasing poetry, but it’s always a pleasure to see all of you who have stuck with me. today, i bring you the second of my three-part EP series, this one titled “an EP about death.” across this year, many people close to me have lost loved ones to death, more so than in years past. some of these lost loved ones are people i’ve personally known for many years, and as someone who is a bit existential (to a fault), it’s had a rather deep impact on me. so much so that it inspired me to create a short, story-driven set of poems. i must stress, though, that these poems are not entirely based on my own experiences. this is merely a story told from the perspective of a young person who lost a loved one, and it’s not meant to be as intensely personal as my last project. you’ll understand why i offer that disclaimer as you read the poems for yourself. this project took a lot of energy, but i’m proud of what i was able to make here. i hope the poems connect to you as well, and i hope you’re prepared for the final part of the trilogy. i will try to have it out as soon as i can; keep on the lookout:

1. tears that i never cried

2. my last goodbyes

3. one more conversation