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Крал Зломух

## Детайли

Представлява огромна версия на Зломух, първо се среща в Зелен Път, където чудовището атакува Зоут Могъщия, втората среща е в Колизеумът на Глупците.

## Поведение и Тактики

Крал Зломух има две атаки:

* Връхлитане: Отваря си устата и полита към играча.

* Подкрепления: Подава силен крясък, повиквайки 2-3 Зломуха.

Ако Краля си отвори устата, за да се нахвърли, изчакайте да започне да се движи и го прескочете щом се доближи. Във въздуха, може или да атакувате докато е под вас, или да просто да избягате от атаката.
Когато Краля призове Зломухове, убийте ги, колкото се може по-бързо. Ако те са във въздуха и ви преследват, ще бъде много по-трудно да избягате от Краля. Също така дават и ДУША.
След неговата връхлитаща атака, има достатъчно време, за да си върнете живот.

## Диалог с Меча на Сънищата

*...Ярост...*
*...Защити...Убий..*
*...Светлина...*
Celeste

This is by StartheWatergirl. Please do not edit in any way!

## **Description:**

Celeste is a rather large, tall student of the School for Girls that often envied Agatha. Her long, black hair was curled tightly and shot through with a few streaks of green that she had dyed when she was younger (it turned out to be permanent).

## **Personality:**

A consequence of her unfortunate appearance, Celeste was always grumpy and annoyed. She was jealous of Agatha and how she became beautiful, and she had made futile attempts with Professor Dovey to make her beautiful, though the teacher always refused.

## **History:**

Celeste was born with her family in Jaunt Jolie, but was thrown out of her place because of her appearance and how it 'couldn't be' *good*.

She was annoyed and depressed for most of her life.
The School For Evil

The School for Evil is part of the series, the School for Good and Evil, and it teaches students how to become leaders, henchmen, or, if they fail, mogrifs, which are students, transformed into animals and plants. The students from the School for Evil are cruel at heart, although it can be inflicted with forgiveness and sometimes, kindness.

## **Significant Students:**

* Sophie of Woods Beyond
* Hester of Ravenbow
* Anadil of Bloodbrook
* Dot of Nottingham
* Rafal (The School Master)
* Hort of Bloodbrook
* Ravan of Thicket Thumble

## **Significant Teachers:**

* Lady Leonora Lesso
* Bilius Manley
* Sheeba Sheeks
* Dean Sophie
* Yuba the Gnome

## **Locations for Evil**

* Bloodbrook
* Ravenbow
* Thicket Thumble
* Nottingham

You do not have to ask to make a person from the school for Evil!
Scarlett

This is a character by Solar 17. Please do not edit without permission.

## Appearance:

Scarlett isn't outstanding in a crowd. She isn't known as the 'prettiest', like Dean Sophie or other beautiful students of The School for Good. With small limbs and a rather thin face, many would consider her scrawny or small. Her skin is a pale ivory and her hair a dark maroon. It is long and wavy, but she prefers to brush it away from her face, where it hangs in the back from a ponytail.

Her arms and legs are slender, but not well-muscled, and a few of her joints stick out in strange positions. Although she isn't tall, it seems as though her limbs get in her way at times, and she trips over them at times. Her eyes are a shimmering ruby-red, which is startling as she is not an albino whatsoever.

Scarlett wears the common uniform for The School for Evil, designed by Dean Sophie. Her hair hangs behind her and her eyes are shaded by a neat black net that hangs over half of her face fashionably. She wears a black leather dress outlined in gold and wears knee-length boots suitable for both fashion and work. Scarlett wears a necklace that opens to reveal a picture of her parents, who she never knew. She often pores over it, wondering what they might have been like. In addition, Scarlett wears a ring on her right hand ring finger with a golden stone in the middle.
Powerful

**"Powerful"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on March 29th, 2022.

## Text

```
When her distance
Is so great a number
Calmness is hard for my brain to grasp
I am so anxious but so exceedingly happy
And I water each nurturing word
Like a little flower upon my windowsill
Ready someday to bloom and greet me

And I am aware
Keen to know that she loves me
It is powerful
And it is because
My respect for her is
Opaque and conspicuous

And the power behind her love
Will shine on for all time
As the love I feel for her respect
Is just as powerful

Look at this planet
Give yourself a sun bath
How I will keep you warm
When you shiver
As you cool down my burning fears

Let us reach equilibrium together
While the rest of the universe begs our forgiveness
We will carry on
Fluids mixing, electrons bonding

Nobody will see and nobody will know
But our bodies and our hearts
Will write a tome
The gods will cower to read

We will forge our own path
Immolate each obstacle
I will scream my passion into the ceiling
And be deafened by the shrill screech of yours

The world will hear our music
It has no choice
We did not ask its permission.

```
O Desideratum

**"O Desideratum"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 7th, 2018.

## Text

> As I gazed at your eyes
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> And saw you do much of the same,
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> For an instant I felt as though
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> I understood.
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> This could be real–
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> Despite just how surreal it is.
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> Though lachrymose I’ve been and lachrymose I’ll be,
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> With you I have never a moment of dolor.
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> The pounding rings in my mind are quelled by the
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> Astounding rings on your lips–
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> The humming sound of your quiet laugh
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> Encircles me and does more to mollify this
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> Ever-looming tickle of rage
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> At having been
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> Scorned,
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> Beaten,
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> Cheated…
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> Than anything else ever has.
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> The opening of discussion betwixt us
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> Shan’t be misinterpreted for argument–
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> We are the same;
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> Though you have much more merit.
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> O desideratum,
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> Concupiscible as you are,
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> You enervate me,
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> You worry me,
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> You frighten me.
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> Though it is not at your touch or at your word
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> That I am craven,
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> But at my own genuineness
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> And willingness to risk pain
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> To be honest with you about
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> How much you mean to me.
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> The screams are persistent.
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> “You will fail.”
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> “You will fall.”
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> “You are nothing.”
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> But if your eyes could tell me a story,
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> The story they’d tell
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> Would be much the opposite.
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> You took my hand once.
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> On pretense or pity, I know not–
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> But you took it, and you took it willingly.
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> Take it again.
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> Take it always.
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> Take it now.
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> Take me away.
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Dominique of Murmuring Mountains

## Biography

Dominique is a student at school for evil, from the fanfiction Cruelty of Misfortune, set in the School for Good and Evil universe.

## Early Life

Dominique gre up with her father in the murmuring mountains, where she spent all of her life, before being accepted into the School for Evil. Her mother was Aricicia Shelob of Foxwood, that was exceptionally good at mogrifying. She spent most of her time mogrified, most notable, as a spider. Dominiques father fell in love with her mother, after stumbling upon here by a lake. they had inter course, and Aricicia laid eggs in her spider form. After Aricicia was put under a spell by an Ever, she was tricked into eating her eggs. But Dominiques father managed to salvage an egg, and that egg produced Dominique. Aricicia was later killed by the Ever, with the rest of her children that had survived.
A Permanent Fixture

**"A Permanent Fixture"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on February 23rd, 2022.

## Text

```
You are here
Everywhere
You make your presence known

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Every activity
Is interrupted

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Every thought
Captivated

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Every dream
Invaded

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And to think I
Want it this way

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To think I
Want it this way
Forever.

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Lily

The School for Good and Evil

This is by Europa99. Please do not edit without permission.

## Appearance:

Lily is a sweet, brown haired girl and a graduate from the School for Good. Her hazel eyes and peach complexion consider her to be rather "pretty", but not the prettiest.

## Personality:

Lily appears to be the quiet type; uncomfortable when talking. She doesn't enjoy speaking too much, partly because of her tendency to stutter and mess up while doing so. It is dreadfully embarrassing for her, especially when talking to someone she doesn't know very well.

## History:

Lily was born with a fire burning true from her heart; with air rushing through her arms. She felt as though she could touch the stars in the sky, her tiny fingers reaching up as if to touch them.

However, her mysterious personality angered many students from the School for Good, and she was bullied in an odd sort of way.

As Lily put it, "The people from both of the schools hated her so."

However, her shy personality attracted to the teachers, and she was most of their favorites.

Lily has yet to join in amazing adventures.
This Part

**"This Part"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on March 27th, 2022.

## Text

```
Kiss
After kiss
On your belly
“I love this part,”
I’ll say
My hands trembling
At being able just to touch you

My fingers
Running
Down your thighs
“I love this part,”
I’ll say
My eyes watering
At being able just to see you

And you’ll shake your head
Shy and timid
“Isn’t it so sad,”
I’ll say
“The goddess is humble like a mere mortal.”

```
Where Did You Go?

**"Where Did You Go?"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on July 23rd, 2015.

## Text

> We met amid a joyous land,
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> Surrounded with smiles of friends abound.
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> Years go by and there you stand,
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> Metamorphosed from a careless clown,
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> No longer the man whose hand I shook,
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> When garments of magenta gave,
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> To you a very puzzled look,
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> And catered to that peaceful age.
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Naked

**"Naked"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 4th, 2022.

## Text

```
I feel constantly naked
Vulnerable and exposed

The mirror betrays the feeling
Showing simple clothes
Draped over my
Rolling figure

But still
I am unsatisfied
I do not feel warmth
I do not feel protection

Then while you sleep
I have a moment to think

And I see

It is impossible that clothes
Could mitigate this feeling

No

I am always naked:
My body has neither
Of your arms
Wrapped around it.

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Homeostasis

**"Homeostasis"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on March 4th, 2022.

## Text

```
Homeostasis was invented just for this
To feel the surge of blood through my veins
The churning of my stomach
The quivering of my fingers

Did you know
All my organs
Only work as they should
Because you will it so?

Tattooed on my lungs
Is the spelling of your name
The only word I’ve been breathing recently

My eyes only see
Because someday
You might reflect light into them

The skin binding my bones
Is yours to tear and steal
It would keep you warm better

Homeostasis was invented just for this
To possess even the remotest chance
To experience what it is like
To love you

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Matt & Figgy

**Matt & Figgy** was Matt Breslau's third musical project, formed with Jon "Figgy" Herr. The project focused primarily on songs that conveyed perverse and vulgar comedy. Matt & Figgy underwent two incarnations, as it was active both from 2006 to 2007 and again from 2009 to 2013.

## History

Matt & Figgy was formed in 2006 from the friendship of Breslau and Herr. At the time, they had begun to write comedy skits and draw comics together about characters they made up or popular media they were parodying. When it came to light that both Breslau and Herr were heavily into both listening to and making music, they resolved to turn their attention to music as their preferred platform for comedy.

The project was very strong and lasted for a year before being retired due to increasing differences between Breslau and Herr, which led to the creation of Zapetroid. However, the two eventually reconciled. In 2009, the project was reignited and lasted again until 2013, after Breslau and Herr had not recorded together in over a year.

During its run, Matt & Figgy released three studio albums, three EPs, and one live album. It is unknown whether the project will resurface again.

## Discography

### Studio albums

* *Hey Man, How's it Goin'?* (2006), Matt & Figgy's first studio album. It was met with extremely harsh criticism.
* *Hey Man, How's it Goin'...Today?* (2007), a "cleaner version" of their first album, with new tracks added. Although met with warmer compliments than its counterpart, this album was still a critical failure for the project.
* *Fiery Icecubes from the Pit of Hell* (2010), which was received extremely well among friends and family of the band.

### EPs

* *The Instrumental EP*(2006), which consisted of two tracks containing the instrumentation for two Matt & Figgy songs.
* *The School EP*(2006), which contained three tracks relating to public education and was released to mark the band members' entrance into high school.
* *The St. Valentine's Day EP*(2007), which contained three non-comedic love songs and was released in time for St. Valentine's Day of that year.

### Live albums

* *The Concert Nobody but Drew Showed Up To*(2010), a live recording of Matt & Figgy performing various songs on their high school auditorium's Steinway grand piano for the one person who showed, their friend Drew.
Mr. Acaia

**"Mr. Acaia"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on September 29th, 2015.

## Text

> You’re not the type of person to be mean.
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> You’ve used my kindness as a crutch before.
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> You’ve done things just to humor me.
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> You take advantage of the fact that I care about you.
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> You don’t want to commit to being my friend,
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> You don’t show your feelings.
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> Because of this, your true emotions are only evoked through repeated questioning.
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> That’s how I found out that you *do* feel.
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> You *do* care that people are around you.
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> But if I ever left your side,
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Giselle's Story

The fan-fiction is here, people! To start us off, I have a story for you all. For now, here's the summary!:

Giselle, the girl that was pushed to the side for a while in the series, is going to have a backstory in which I create more about her personality and why she is the way she is. Does she follow the other girls for a reason?

More coming in soon!!!!

Here's a sneak peek:

Five Peach Lane in Rainbow Gale was abuzz with excitement, the Hilton family running around their houses and chattering to their neighbors excitedly. They were all preparing for their daughter's arrival to the School for Good. Giselle, their young daughter, had recently received her acceptance letter after she sent a note, hoping she would go. However, this decision was only because the young girl wanted to impress her parents and make them proud of her. It was the only thing she really wanted in life.

"Do you think I should pack six more gowns?" Giselle's mother asked, her golden halo of hair smacking in her face as she whirled towards her daughter. "Yes, but all different colors!" Giselle said with a worried expression. "Including..." she gulped. "Maroon! But don't get that for me, I don't like that color!"

Giselle's mother smiled, proud of her daughter and her opinion of clothes. Giselle actually didn't like the clothes, she preferred pink skirts and neat white shirts, but she would never tell that to anyone, and she cared greatly about what others thought of her. If she stayed quiet, and in the background, no one would ever yell at her.
You Won't

**"You Won't"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 5th, 2022.

## Text

```
Mulch me
Compost me
Throw me away

Such a simple answer
To your burning questions
And such an unquestionable answer

You could breathe easier
You could be happier

And you won’t
You won’t do it

You won’t do it.

*You won’t do it.*

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Understood

**"Understood"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on May 8th, 2018.

## Text

> When your words floated around me,
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> They were gentle and soft,
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> Covered in expression
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> That I understood.
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> But as time went on,
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> Gradually you would give more closure
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> Until at last, again I understood.
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> And maybe it is my own fault
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> That closure isn’t enough,
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> But I will admit that
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> Lately you have been acting
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> Meaningless before.
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> Expectation is not a game I can play anymore.
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> I have to move forward and I have to think of myself.
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> But, please,
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> *Please,*
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> If you want to keep me from doing that without you,
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> You have only to tell me so.
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> I would turn around in a heartbeat.
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Slowly

"**Slowly"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on November 10th, 2017.

## Text

> I understand your trepidation.
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> I understand why you feel this way.
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> I’m sorry I ruin everything.
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> I can’t believe you said those things.
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> You almost broke my heart in two,
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> But you realized you liked me
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> And you decided to stick around.
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> Let’s do things your way.
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> Let’s do things right.
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> Let’s do things slowly.
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The Undercover Choir

The Undercover Choir in 2009.

**The Undercover Choir** was Matt Breslau's fifth musical project. It was formed in 2009 with Abagail Link, who at the time was Breslau's girlfriend through a long-distance relationship. The project was created in response to the couple's admiration for bands of the same nature, and lasted until the couple broke up in 2011.

## History

Breslau and Link entered a long-distance relationship in January 2008. During the course of their relationship, they talked and toyed with the idea of creating a band between the two of them that would technically exist in two places at once: Breslau's home in New York and Link's home in California. In 2009, as both a reference to the Rolling Stones' song "Undercover of the Night" and the fact that Link participated in her church's choir at the time, the name The Undercover Choir was chosen, which officially marked the band as being active.

The subject matter of the band's material was only slightly varied. In addition to songs professing their love for each other, Breslau and Link wrote songs on topics about which they had shared opinions.

Because of the limitations of the couple's relationship, very specific recording production had to take place. Typically, Breslau handled writing the music while Link would write the lyrics, but in a few cases, each of them wrote entire songs and asked the other to add or improvise additional vocals or instrumentation.

Though many song ideas were thrown back and forth between Breslau and Link, few were selected to be publicly shown. During its run, the Undercover Choir released only a single studio album, though a second was planned and even in development before the couple broke up in 2011.

Despite there being no romantic relationship between Breslau and Link any longer, the two remain friends today.

## Discography

* *The Undercover Choir*(2009), the band's only studio album. Before the band dissolved, another album, *The Undercover Choir II,* was in production.
Fairy Core

**"Fairy Core"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on May 25th, 2018.

## Text

> You don’t get it.
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> You were a part of one of the most
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> Integral parts of my childhood.
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> Whether you know it or not,
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> You formed who I am today–
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> You helped shaped the man I became
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> When you took your position
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> As one of the few
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> Who empowered the masses
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> Slumped together in cyberspace
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> In worship of a citric god
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> And his disciples.
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> I could not have asked
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> For someone more fair
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> And mature
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> To have led the march into battle
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> Against injustice,
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> Against trolls.
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> But I would not be the man I am at twenty-six
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> That you outstretched to me
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> When I was finding my way through the dark
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> At fifteen.
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Team Dark

> *"Even if the world turns on us, we will continue to do what we think is right. We are Team Dark." -Shadow*
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## Overview

### Type of Group

- Trio- Collaboration

- Partnership

### Time of Formation

During the Heroes Arc, but it technically started during the Shadow Arc

### Members

- Shadow- Rouge

- Eggman (At one point)

- E-123 Omega

- E-10000B (Temp.)

- Metal Sonic (Temp.)

## Equipment And Associations

### Other Groups Connected

- Freedom Fighters- GUN

- Eggman Empire (At some point)

- The Resistance

### Equipment/Weaponry

- Extreme Gear- Rouge's Equipment

- Shadow's weapons

### Allies

- Team Sonic- Team Rose

- Team Chaotix

- GUN

**Team Dark** is a reoccurring team in the Sonikku! series. The team was founded by Rouge, which is considered as the leader of the team, however, Shadow tends to take this role at some points in the series. The 3rd member changes depending on the events that occur, but normally E-123 Omega takes the main role as the muscle of the team. The team is usually on their own, preferring to go into the center of the battle while the other teams are doing other things. They have some of the strongest characters in the series, and are notable for their aggressive ways to get things done.

Orginally, Team Dark was composed of Eggman, Shadow and Rouge, with Eggman as the defacto leader, but after the events of the Space Colony Arc, that version of the team is disbanded. So this can be considered as **Team Dark Version 2**.
The Sheep Gang

**The Sheep Gang** was Matt Breslau's second musical project, which he shared with his sister, Sam Breslau, and their two friends, Jaimie and Allison Ravit.

## History

The Sheep Gang was formed in June 2001 from an inside joke created among Breslau and the other members: While driving on Shelter Island, New York, Jaimie's and Allison's father mistook a wooden sheep lawn decoration for the real thing and, according to Breslau's mother in 2009, "had a coronary that was just too funny at the time." From there, the four wrote "Steve of the Island," a parody of the *George of the Jungle* theme, which poked fun at the event. The laughter shared by the children was the driving force behind then turning toward creating a band centering specifically around sheep-related music.

The Breslau siblings gave the Ravit siblings the nickname "stepsisters" to avoid having to use the lengthy phrase "mother's boyfriend's children." While at first the Ravit siblings were integral to the project, they began to slowly fade out and show less and less interest and commitment.

In 2003, the Ravit siblings officially showed their disinterest after stating about the project, "That's still a thing?" Breslau and his sister took over as the sole members from then until 2005, when Breslau met Jon "Figgy" Herr and began to focus on writing comedy skits instead of on music. Breslau's sister retired the project thereafter. For a short time, Breslau would not return to music, until August 2006, when he and Herr formed Matt & Figgy.

While the Sheep Gang was active, all of the original songwriting was done by Breslau and his sister. While many of their songs were completely original, most of their library consisted of sheep-related parodies of popular music from the 1960s to early 2000s. Although mockups and drawings for studio albums were produced and discussed, and tunes were written and performed regularly, there exist no recordings of any songs by the Sheep Gang except a lost-to-time demo of "The Sheepy Shop," an original song written by Breslau and his sister and recorded on cassette tape.
The Yonkers Turtle

***The Yonkers Turtle*** is a painting by Emsett Bresloff. It is an acrylic-on-canvas painting depicting the silhouette of a turtle and other undersea life.

## History

*The Yonkers Turtle* was painted in a single day in March 2018 in Yonkers, New York, for which it is named. The subject matter of the painting was the suggestion of an instructor at Yonkers' own Muse Paint Bar.
Alison

**"Alison"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first written circa 2010, but was finally published on July 22nd, 2017.

## Text

> You and I shared many things:
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> A fondness for the heart that brings,
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> To everyone a life that’s long.
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> A glance across a desk or two,
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> A smile, a laugh, a set of pens.
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> A piece of paper dated June,
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> A hatred for a book that ends.
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> A sky above us, blue and clear,
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> Gliding above a dream so bright.
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> A dedication every year.
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> A kiss upon a winter’s night.
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Zap TV

**Zap TV** is the name of Matt Breslau's current filmmaking project. Its main purpose was to focus primarily on things relating to Zapetroid and on comedy skits written by Breslau, but it is now also used for other things, such as video game Let's Plays and vlogs about video game collecting.

## Filmography

*This section is currently incomplete. Please be patient with us.*
Can't Be Happy Again

**"Can't Be Happy Again"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 24th, 2013.

## Text

> It broke.
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> Blood seeping throughout my body.
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> Wanted to vomit.
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> Childhood destroyed, faith violated.
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> *You.*Treated me like nothing.
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> Pain killed me, you did nothing.
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> My hand was alone, my lips felt no others.
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> *Her.*Can’t talk to her.
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> Things aren’t serious.
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> Constant moodiness.
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> *I don’t know who’s worse.*
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Matt & Figgy TV

**Matt & Figgy TV** was the name given to the filmmaking project and YouTube channel of Matt Breslau and Jon "Figgy" Herr during their time as Matt & Figgy. Most of the project's short films revolved around perverse and vulgar comedy, originating largely from skits and comics written by the pair both before and during the band's run.

## Filmography

*This section is currently incomplete. Please be patient with us.*
Feeling of Ease

**"Feeling of Ease"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on September 27th, 2013.

## Text

> That feeling of ease I get–
>
>
>
> I only get it when I’m with you.
>
> In your arms.
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> By your side.
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> Feeling your breath against my neck.
>
>
>
> I love the way you smiled at me that night and said,
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> “I need to lie on my stomach.”But you said, “But I will try as hard as I can,
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> To cuddle with you.”
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> I smiled.
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> You wanted to hold me.
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> You really wanted to.
>
>
>
> You flopped onto your stomach,
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> But wriggled over to meet me–
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> Skin met skin and I felt…
>
>
>
>
>
>
> That feeling of ease.
>
>
Gum Nut

**Gum Nut** was the first of Matt Breslau's musical projects. Its heavy use of MIDI instrumentals marks a distinct period of music creation for Breslau, as this project is the only one to use them.

## History

Gum Nut was created in 1999 by Breslau and an unnamed helper, who was enlisted because Breslau wanted to create music but did not understand how to record it at the time. Since 1999, the helper has remained uncredited at his or her own request, reiterating in 2016, "I wanted to help, but not be a part of the band. I also didn't want anyone to know I was making music with a seven-year-old, but that's just me."

The name Gum Nut was chosen by drawing a handful of *Scrabble* tiles from a bag. The words "Gum Nut" were arranged from the six letters drawn.

Gum Nut's library of songs was never made publicly available, and as such, it has been unfortunately lost to time. However, Breslau has stated that many of the MIDI-created songs were heavily inspired by popular video game tunes from that time, and others were full-fledged covers. According to Breslau, the most notable example might be "Strum It (Mario to the Extreme)," a cover of the Barrel Volcano theme from *Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars.*

In 2001, Breslau retired Gum Nut in order to create and focus on The Sheep Gang.
It Didn't Concern Me

**"It Didn't Concern Me"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on November 14th, 2018.

## Text

> I got the text.
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>
>
> It came in while I was relaxed.
>
>
>
> “She’s leaving.”
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> I shot up; hit my head on the bunk above.
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> Waved off the pain and stumbled to find my sneakers.
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>
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> “What’s going on?”
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> “She’s leaving,” I answered,
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> Stepping out into the main room.
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>
>
> I reeled back;
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> “I’m so sorry,” I said,
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> Averting my eyes from the sight of your
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> Beautiful bare legs
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> As they met my view
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> By accident.
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>
>
> “It doesn’t matter, I don’t care,”
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> Was your response,
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> Said tersely from anger
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> Not directed at me
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> But directed through me,
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> Anger directed at another.
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>
>
> “Must you go?” I said,
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> In my extra-formal way,
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> My body twitching from the thought of
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> This immediate loss.
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>
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> “Some people can’t take a joke,” you said,
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> Throwing on pants, finally,
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> Though my attention was at your eyes as you spoke.
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>
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> You marched down the stairs without a goodbye,
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> But I followed.
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> I followed you, I followed them,
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> Down the stairs.
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>
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> I rushed, and donned no coat
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> To protect my shivering heart
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> From the cold that would make my body match;
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> I convulsed and shook as I walked, pained
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> To your window as you
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> Started the engine–
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>
>
> “Please, let me know when you get home,” I said,
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> You smiled and said, “Go inside and warm up.”
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> “I will, just–just—just let me know when you get home.”
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> You nodded and said you would.
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>
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> She came to my side and
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> Put her hand on my back
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> “I’m sorry,” she said.
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> “Things were going so well,” she added.
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>
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> “Were they?” I asked,
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> Truly confused.
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> I stumbled back up the stairs and looked
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> At the bed you left empty
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> And resolved to finish the night
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> Wrapped in your blankets.
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>
>
> As I slept, I inhaled your scent.
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> As I awoke, I inhaled it again.
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>
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> I awoke, listening to words of anger from
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> Three others.
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> I awoke, checking my phone for the message,
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> But there was none.
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>
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> I lay back, inhaling once more,
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> Analyzing.
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> Putting things in perspective.
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> Not knowing what side to take.
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> Resolving to say nothing.
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> Resolving to do nothing.
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> Resolving only to wish I could see you again.
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>
The School For Good

The School for Good is a part of the series, The School for Good and Evil, and it teaches it's students on how to become leaders, sidekicks, or, if they fail, mogrifs, which are students, transformed into animals and plants.The students at the School for Good have always been kind at heart, though it can be inflicted with jealousy and at times, hatred.

## Significant Students:

* Princess Agatha of Woods Beyond (Camelot)
* Tedros of Camelot
* Beatrix of Jaunt Jolie
* Reena of Pasha Dunes
* Millicent of Maidenvale
* Kiko of Neverland
* Chaddick of Foxwood

## Significant Teachers:

* Clarissa Dovey
* Princess Uma
* Pollux
* Professor Anemone

## Good Locations:

* Jaunt Jolie
* Pifflepaff Hills
* Rainbow Gale
* Camelot
* Pasha Dunes
* Maidenvale

You do not have to ask to make a person from the School for Good!
More Worries

**"More Worries"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on January 15th, 2018.

## Text

> You’ll say what I asked–
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>
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> A lost whisper in cyberspace.
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> The message back won’t matter now,
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> Nor will it ever again.
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> Maybe it will live alone without a partner.
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>
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> You are challenging my every nerve–
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> I will keep kind.
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> In my heart that is how I would be normally,
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> But
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> Today you have made me wonder
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> Whether you truly cried that night
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> Or whether for an interstice,
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> A crocodile possessed you.
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>
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> You screamed at me as though
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> I had committed
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> Murder–
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>
>
> Yet all I asked
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> Was for reassurance–
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> A simple question,
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> My words kinder than the morning sun.
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> That, to you,
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> Was inexcusable.
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>
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> I still hope
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> Because that is who I am–
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> But
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> Please know that,
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> In doing what you do to me,
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> You create a gash inside me
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> Deeper than the one on my arm.
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>
>
> What kind of world do you want
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> Where your friends cannot
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> Express their worries
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>
>
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> Without creating more?
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>
Sleep

**"Sleep"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 4th, 2012.

## Text

> Sleep, my darling–
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>
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> Close your eyes.
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> Let the darkness,
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> Replace the skies.
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> And dream of a,
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> Brand-new disguise;
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> One that lets you sleep.
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>
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> Cotton candy,
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> Rivers and plains:
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> A sight to see,
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> Before it rains,
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> A chocolate wonder,
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> With candy canes.
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> All just while you sleep.
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> Your lids are still,
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> Your lips have stopped.
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> For easiness,
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> Of mind you opt.
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> You breathe,
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> With heaviness atop,
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> The mountains in your sleep.
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>
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> And while you’re dreaming,
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> Far away,
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> I’ll stay awake,
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> Just for today,
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> And combat all,
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> The evils’ rays,
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>
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> And protect you while you sleep.
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>
You Will Be Free Again

**"You Will Be Free Again"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on January 1st, 2018.

## Text

> You said to me
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>
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> With words sharp and cutting
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> That you didn’t know.
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>
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> But in your current state
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> I cannot deny
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> That you have been acting
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> Quite unlike
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> Yourself–
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> Someday soon,
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> My pet,
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> You will be free again
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> And we will run along
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> The track,
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> Hand
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> In hand
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>
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> And to that end
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> I will generate a means
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> For it to justify.
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> Let us be loved.
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>
Attempt at Eloquence

**"Attempt at Eloquence"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 17th, 2022.

## Text

```
From the brush of your every last word
Paint the color of my blood as it
Trickles rapidly through me

Carve into my skin a new tattoo
For us both to admire:
The incunabulum of our desires
This frothy mixture of primal want
And vulnerable need

Will you suffer to touch
My bruised atoms
And feel the shock race through your veins
Like a steed only half as noble
As you

Or will you deign to listen
To my cracked voice
Broken from the screams
Of years past
Lugubrious through the ages
Perhaps not as silly as I thought

Maybe I am not culpable
But I don’t care who is

I’m here now
Changed forever by you

I will never turn back.

```
An Unexpected Smile

**"An Unexpected Smile"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on December 10th, 2017.

## Text

> We drove hastily through snow,
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>
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> My windshield fogging,
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> My nerves racing,
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> My heart screaming.
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>
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> You extended your hand in rhythm
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> With the tones emanating from the dashboard;
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> Your tongue snaked between your teeth.
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> You giggled at me.
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>
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> I glanced at you.
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> Our eyes met.
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> “You’re so cute with your hat on.”
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> My skin tinted crimson and I muttered,
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> “Thank you.”
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>
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> I looked forward,
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> Eyes on the road.
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> Before I knew it,
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> I was aware of it–
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> My teeth showed,
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> My lips curled back.
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> I smiled.
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>
A Relic

**"A Relic"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on September 10th, 2013.

## Text

> Shining and golden,
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>
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> Different from the others,
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> But the same as well.
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>
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> Ebullience in such an isometric form:
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> Encasing the living in a state of perpetual distance from reality–
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> Encasing my mind in a state of perpetual trust–
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> Encasing my personal shield in a block of solid Amber.
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>
The Void Calls Less

**"The Void Calls Less"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on May 23rd, 2019.

## Text

> There is a void
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>
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> Somewhere in space
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> Where things come together
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> Cataclysmically, it would seem–
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>
>
> And though that place exists
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> Far beyond the reach of my mortal arm,
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> My mind is drawn to it
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> And lingers there for hours at a time
>
>
>
> While my body remains earthly,
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> Stagnant, unmoving,
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> Unresponsive to the reality of it,
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> Of the possible
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> And the perceptible.
>
>
>
> And yet
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> This void in space
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> Calls less and less
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> Every day
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>
>
> Because every day
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> I remember that
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>
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> You exist.
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>
You Might Like

**"You Might Like"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on October 4th, 2017.

## Text

> I want you to know
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>
>
> That I appreciate your honesty.
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> You are more important
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> Than the rest,
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> Than those who lied or patronized me.
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>
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> I hope you understand why
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> I feel the way I do;
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> Why I want to see you,
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> Why I want to make these plans.
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> I desire to know more,
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> To learn as much as I can.
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>
>
> You seem so fresh and new.
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> And to me, truly, you are.
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>
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> Perhaps a day will come
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> Where there is no longer such
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> Uncertainty,
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> But instead understanding,
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> And perhaps it will be something
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>
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> You might like.
>
>
Matthew S. Breslau

**Matthew S. Breslau** is the preferred name of Matt Breslau when writing poetry.

## Works

*This section is currently incomplete. Please be patient with us.*

1. I Knew
2. I Will Show You
3. Milady
4. Ydalim
5. Not Giving Up
6. Sleep
7. Rosy
8. Voices
9. For Emily
10. Follower
11. Short, for You
12. Remember When
13. Can't Be Happy Again
14. Pinky Swear
15. A Relic
16. Coat
17. Feeling of Ease
18. She Was
19. Where Did You Go?
20. Mr. Acaia
21. New Lips
22. Floating Songs
23. Electricity
24. Alison
25. All Day Looking
26. You Might Like
27. The More
28. Waiting for Your Message
29. Slowly
30. Gentle Bird
31. An Unexpected Smile
32. You Will Be Free Again
33. More Worries
34. Rings
35. O Desideratum
36. Least Expect It
37. Understood
38. Fairy Core
39. I Want This to Be Real
40. Small Soft Drink
41. Stylistic Choices
42. R.
43. It Didn't Concern Me
44. A Tale of Christmas 2012
45. Thirteen Years Before
46. Yes to All
47. You Want No
48. The Void Calls Less
49. Eight-Hour Speech
50. Challenge in Conveying
51. R. Once More
52. A Permanent Fixture
53. Jolt
54. Homeostasis
55. Four Thoughts
56. The Only Remainder
57. With You; for You
58. My Vessel
59. This Part
60. Powerful
61. Naked
62. You Won't
63. Thirteen Rainy Lines
64. Myself
65. Attempt at Eloquence
66. Reciprocation
Myself

**"Myself"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 11th, 2022.

## Text

```
Today I watched a child laugh
I saw myself in his eyes
Cheeks of rose and teeth exposed
His little arms raised to the skies
The red balloon he carried there
Was bright and full of love
And as the string tugged on his wrist
He glanced at it above

Today I heard a cardinal sing
I heard myself in his song
Each chirp darting through the trees
All distant, none were long
But every chirp that bounced my way
Was cheerful, full of glee
And as my ears absorbed the waves
I felt he was one with me

Today I saw a sky of blue
I felt myself in its space
And as it encircled me
My hair flew round like lace
The whipping winds drew me inside
I felt my soul unfurl
Your pleasant voice spoke in my head
Look how you’ve changed my world.

```
Gentle Bird

**"Gentle Bird"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on November 17th, 2017.

## Text

> Someday, gentle bird,
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>
>
> We will fly away
>
> And escape this place
>
> That torments us so–
>
>
>
> This unsure space in both our minds
>
> That gnaws at our every breath,
>
> That ruins the happiest of moments.
>
>
>
> Someday, gentle bird,
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> We will fly south
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> To a place where the sun shines
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> Only half as brightly as you do
>
>
>
> And be free from these shackles,
>
> Be away from all the attacks,
>
> All the helpless moments.
>
>
>
> Someday, gentle bird,
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> We will be alright.
>
> We will be together,
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> Ensconced in each other’s arms–
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>
>
> We will look to one another,
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> Knowing it is over,
>
>
>
>
> Knowing we have conquered all.
>
>
Rings

**"Rings"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on March 25th, 2018.

## Text

> As you threw your head back,
>
>
>
> Nobody else noticed my smirk
>
> Gliding from cheek to cheek as
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> Easily as you made me see your worth.
>
>
>
> Levitate my satisfaction,
>
> Ignite my senses.
>
> Never in a million years would this have happened–
>
>
>
>
> And to think it was all from years ago.
>
>
Choose Quickly/Transcript

## Scene 1

970 A.D.

[*Maverick and Hector are sitting across the dinner table from their parents. Maverick is looking strange and hasn't touched his meal. Pitch then asks him a question*]

**Emily**: You haven't touched your meal. Is there something on your mind that you'd like to share?

**Maverick**: No mother.

[*Hectate is giving his older brother a very confused look, and then Pitch intervenes*]

**Pitch**: Hector? I suppose you know what's going on?

**Hectate**: In matter fact father I have. (*Gulping*) You see dear Maverick has fallen in love with a water faerie.

**Emily**: Son? is this true?

**Maverick**: Yes, but it isn't what you think it is.

**Pitch**: (*Furiously*) Explain yourself!

**Maverick**: Well um you see...

**Hectate**: Tell them or I will.

**Pitch**: Tell me what?

**Maverick**: Nothing Father.

**Pitch**: Hector continue please.

**Hector**: He decided to get to know her and then they had "Royal Sex" and then the "Royal Affair" resulted in a heir.

**Pitch**: A child?

/\* End Scene \*/

## Scene 2

Unseelie Court

**Elizabeth**: Dad? where are you going?

**Maverick**: I just have to go take care of some Seelie businesses.

**Elizabeth:** Again?

**Maverick**: That's exactly how I feel sweetheart. While I'm gone I want you to take charge.

**Elizabeth**: Okay dad.
Small Soft Drink

**"Small Soft Drink"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on August 13th, 2018.

## Text

> The soft look you give
>
>
>
> Enamors me in a way I can’t describe–
>
>
>
> My words fail me to accurately
>
> Depict how
>
> Stunningly brilliant
>
> Your mind is
>
> And how
>
> Devilishly playful
>
> Your wit is.
>
>
>
> I pray not for the loss
>
> Of a current item
>
> But instead for
>
> The swift realization
>
> That a new item
>
>
>
>
> Is ready for consumption.
>
>
You Want No

**"You Want No"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on May 8th, 2019.

## Text

> You want no apology
>
>
>
> For my outbursts,
>
> For my cries for help,
>
> For my insecurity.
>
>
>
> You want no words spoken
>
> Out of fear that I am
>
> Not good enough,
>
> Not handsome enough,
>
> Not stable enough.
>
>
>
> You want no nights passed
>
> Sleeplessly
>
> Out of panic,
>
> Out of horror,
>
> Out of sadness.
>
>
>
> You want only
>
> To hold me in the rain
>
> As the drops mix
>
> With the tears I cry
>
> Out of nothing
>
> But happiness–
>
>
>
>
>
>
> For I have you now.
>
>
The Only Remainder

**"The Only Remainder"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on March 9th, 2022.

## Text

```
My soul
God! My soul!

It cannot contain this piercing ray;
From each orifice the flash breaks forth
Blinding the entire world

I am torn limb from limb, and
The only remainder of what I once was
Sits in your palm

My still-beating heart
Your fingers wrapped around the ventricles

Your light has claimed me already
Just finish the job;
End it, crush it!
Kill it!
Your toothy grin is a reminder of the past
But your grip softens
And the future is written

As your eyelids close
Ten thousand rushing knives
Each packed with uncountable photons
Bathe the world in
Your message

You evaporate from the spot
Where my ashy remains lie
And where your hand was, there exists only air
Yet my heart beats on
Stuck to the cold ground
Now accompanied by another

And though it was witnessed by every bird
And though it was penned by every poet
Existence itself cannot truly understand
What has caused it

But maybe
Maybe it has been waiting to happen
Since the beginning of time.

```
Eight-Hour Speech

**"Eight-Hour Speech"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on February 2nd, 2020.

## Text

> Another calls–
>
>
>
> The voice is heard;
>
> Excitement surging through every possible vein,
>
> Hesitation surging through every possible brain.
>
>
>
> Look there at the shining darkness
>
> Perched upon the terminus
>
> Of the voice;
>
> See there how the pearls shine from within,
>
> See there how the serpent writhes with glee, shielded.
>
>
>
> Notice the deep, soulful windows
>
> Demonstrating fine art
>
> Behind panes of resplendent glass,
>
> Nod your head at the supposition
>
> That they may someday
>
> Catch you staring through
>
> For more than a
>
> Single moment.
>
>
>
> Gaze upon the rips and tears
>
> Reminiscent of your own
>
> And hear the stories
>
> You are so patient to await–
>
> Be not afraid of patience here;
>
> It will guide you alright.
>
>
>
> Do be afraid,
>
> Though,
>
> Of the remembrance of the present
>
> And the dread of the future
>
> When you can no longer hold back
>
> The inner turmoil
>
> That marks your
>
> Aching soul–
>
>
>
> Will there ever be a way
>
>
>
>
> To cleanly make the transfer?
>
>
New Lips

**"New Lips"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on February 28th, 2016.

## Text

> My thoughts plagued me night and day.
>
>
>
> I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep.
>
> Suddenly you showed up.
>
> Smiling, laughing, saying things I haven’t heard
>
> In what feels like forever.
>
>
>
> You took my hand,
>
> You looked at me,
>
> You said you wanted this,
>
> This boy in rags,
>
> Disheveled and unkempt,
>
> Haunted by memories of dreams shattered.
>
>
>
> I grew worried,
>
> Paranoid:
>
> The usual.
>
>
>
> But you let it all melt away,
>
> When you closed your eyes,
>
> And let your lips fall against mine–
>
> These new lips that I have never before known.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> “Goodnight, baby.”
>
>
Thirteen Rainy Lines

**"Thirteen Rainy Lines"** is a poem by Matthew S. Breslau. It was first published on April 9th, 2022.

## Text

```
Let the tepid rain

Splatter upon your alabaster skin

Each smack producing a squelch

The grass is our home now

The mud our only companion

Can you distinguish my sweat

From the precipitation on my forehead

How your breasts will stick to my collarbone

As I feast on your drenched throat

And the heavens will stare down upon us

But you will toss your head back, cackling;

They may watch

But they cannot tell a soul.

```