http://slow.writerscafe.org/MattFowler The original writings of author Matt Fowler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776204021 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15             The runway is lined with the carcass of mutant angels,            serpentine sculpted plastic people amass among the mangled,        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/1158510/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/1119617/ A quick experiment with different verses and styles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/1021213/    I feel the bark and all it's strife. Sharper than a razor's edge,  sturdier than a knife. Transcend the mundane, leave my physical body, become a leaf on your branch, mortal ties severed with an athame. Breeze blows my tender soul gentl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/966345/ A salute to deceased relatives, dying people, loves lost, loves gained, eternal life, most of all mortality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/963977/   Deepest depths of the soul,  recycled sentiments,  heart sealed with a hole.  Addiction satisfied,  mellowness imminent,  craving deterred momentarily.  Rushing jolts of happiness,  a broken childhood gone by,  the ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/963380/ Obscure and perplexed, fueled by notoriety. Shunned as an outcast, dismissed from society. Dismal invitations, to an existence bound to fail. Exceptions are not accepted, life is a living hell. Another life gone, innocence wasted,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/960274/ Putting your past behind you, to live in the present. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/960199/ Sort of a short, gothic, Shakespearean poem. Hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/957801/   Orgasmic feelings, a loss of words.A chance to start anew, to soar with the birds.Attempting to communicate, feelings I don't understand,Winds brushing my hair, my toes in the sand. Looking for that one chance of love, and redemption. Always hearing words. Never pays attention... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/956425/ We are all connected, in the purest of essences. The more you taunt it, the ethereal manifests. Splintery, rotten to the core, remember the oath that you swore. Golden days, return to lore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/955872/  Jesters in the courtyard, Peasants in the rain. Condemned in a prison of their own creation, metaphysical experiences,broken vows,blood,pain. Universal blackouts, the cosmos always changing. Everytime it starts to mist, it shall be raining. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/954719/ I wrote this after being lovestruck, hoping for her to be mine. Our love, everlasting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/954303/ This came to me while philosophizing about life and everything it entails. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/954172/ Wrote this for a gore contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/953800/ Living a depressed life, working in an economic depression. But realizing there is a candle, in every moment of darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattFowler/953766/