http://slow.writerscafe.org/Matyushkina The original writings of author Matyushkin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979500 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  It seems to me that people are hypocrites.The people see the schoolshootings in Newtown and say "Oh, howhorrible!"but try to take away their guns,because the children surelydidn't die from anything else, And they give a fight.As if this is the first time this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1128013/ A short free verse poem about life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1126515/ A free verse poem about sadness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1124358/ Life is a pair of glasses, That comes in only one form, But fits everyone;The living are hard of seeing in different ways, Some think they can read the meaning written uponthe lenses, While others don't know that their wearing lenses;Some see the world in colour, Others.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1122972/ A free verse poem about the nature of thought. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1118438/ A free verse poem about a wife's preceptive before she murdered her husband. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1106518/ A free verse poem using nature to portray life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1094053/ "We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." ~Plato http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1087533/ A page long satire about the difficult years of adolescence and the point-of-view of teens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1084789/ Sun hot upon roseBattles death with brightarrow--Moon cold upon rose  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1054408/ A sonnet about natural's power to sooth the strained soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1054378/ "Doctor, Doctor I'm allergic to my own skinbecause whenever I look at it gets too thin, it grows scales and thorns pop out in pins.It seems it just don't like me, my own skin,"Julie wined with a look, blue."Of course, this is nothing new,"he replied "in fact, it downright hat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1054089/ See him over there See the way he staresAs I move from car to school to car to home Following me like a dog wanting a bone Why won't he leave me alone!I don't want his depression, consuming I don't want the darkness, looming I don't want the gunfire, boomingAlthough.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1054088/ They fill the landLoins chasing carrots on sticksQuestion the taste they can't standThey fill the nations Geographers monolingual in German Wondering why elsewhere they need translationThey fill the towns Walking strings believing they're percussionInquiring about the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1054086/ This poem roots from my dislike of quitters. If you only stick with something, you can only improve... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1048594/ Everyone gets their just-desserts, even talking sugar... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1048381/ "The modern mind is in complete disarray. Knowledge has stretched itself to the point where neither the world nor our intelligence can find any foot-hold. We are suffering from nihilism" ~Albert Camus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1048230/ Have you ever wonder what the person in front of you is thinking? You're standing in the same line at Tim Horton's as they are, at the same time of year and day... But, are your thoughts the same? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1038479/ The title is self-explanatory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1031193/  I meeta friend Shewants powerI callher ambitious  I meetan enemyHewants power I callhim greedy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1030674/ This poem is my nightmare translated into verse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1029179/ It means nothing...pure nonsense! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1027995/ Theyare purple smoke shaped intocrownswith a jesterto joke;echoingtrumpet sounds. Theyare kings in plaid-shortsqueensin pink flip-flopsalltaping on computers of sorts andbuying without money at shops. Theyhave visited the moon w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1027958/ After I wrote this, I felt relived like a rain cloud after a storm. This poem from my journal. It's personal. But I thought others, who feel the same, would like it also so I posted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1026940/ I let my work talk for itself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matyushkina/1009686/