http://slow.writerscafe.org/IAmtheMotive The original writings of author Matt Chevalier en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195800 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://savedbysepta.blogspot.com/p/blog-page_8.html just kidding the book isnt here check out the link here for my chapbook tho http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1172090/ I summed up a         person’s life on my cellphone:Art is just life, man; ”old” disney was where it was at, with all the subliminal messages saying “here here here here here here here here look look look look look sex look look here”.His p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1139950/ You are      oh so welcome          here                  Leave your        shoes and hands under the         door              &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1139869/ I lay awake in the place where time and soft breezes passed over me, the window at the end of the room opening for either. In my state, I could not tell up from down; I was in love with the illusion of weightlessness. With closed eyes I could see them, the greygreen stringlights, the ones that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1139431/ There are whole rooms filled with parts of wholes and wholes who want to be taken apart again. You would be wanting to know, they say the same things day after day. With abyssopelagic eyes, they toss conversation pieces around the room, barely touching each one, playing a schoolyard game with e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1139430/ All I need are signs;My offered hand, left untouchedWill suit for today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1135650/ We filled houses with wavering bodies-Handfuls of  sound wavesThrown into my faceSoon became a waterfall,There, we let ourselves drown;Webs of loose words cradled usWhile filling my lungs with (loves)It was one of those daysWhere our backs and the musty walls Held hands along with us And the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1135549/ I believe I have misplaced my bodyI think I'm only a mind nowA  Freudian ThingOne Who knows ItselfBut isn't ItselfTranscending Something that isn't a Something-Wishes seem  Stretched-Distancedistancedistancedistancethat's the key hereI'm separate from myselfas I feel My legs no more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1131441/ sightssightsightssightseeyour shoes can live if you want them tobut a twisting turn is all you'll be.Let's forsake our Brave new WorldsAnd sport again; our new Flowing Curls.When again; days endtime is only time with trendsTying knots in thoughts"To whom it may Concern"sget told from person toperson.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1126027/ “Why else would I come here?”He would have paced rapidly aroundthe room asking himself the same question, over and over. But, as there was noroom to pace around in, so he settled for asking questions to himself whilestaring ahead, hands clutchi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1125983/ t-t-t-ry to be a seam(less)  s t   e a mI know I certainly cannot.    all the  f    o    t    n           l    a    i     gggjetskissingkissingclouds-we are, By night, as kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1124400/ Touching clouds and roundabouts-I'll be a softly shifting snow.Native bridges crumble as they'reEaten by the sea-Consciousness is a whim-A time to end things,The struggle with eloquenceWith all the slippery words.I find myself everywhereI find myself dying in your palm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1120266/ Holes,Small ones, almost pinpricks,Dot fragile forms and Ghost lights.Here, a short laughBites your ears-sits on your lungs all day.But you-one who used to live alone-See a solace of sortsIn the siphoning of cycles(The ones where I pretend nothing has changed)Seasons seasons seasonsOur proverbi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1104575/ Catch me and my frozen armsWho've fallen into this embraceNeither of us understand-----------------------------------------------------------------I invented my own kind of lonelinessIt tends to lie in wait----------------------------------------------------------------There's eternal warBetween the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1100514/ Sleepily, Sheepishly,I articulate Cities of Worries,Where I place all my love(s) And all my stars.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1078633/ In earnest; Blinding lights  And Season -al soundsShield we fragile heartsWith glitter in pounds.But in these,  clashing , times,(Most of which are mine)Rooms are building themselvesTo keep,  fates , intertwined.I, the home of pretentious, pretenderLet me keep (them) to myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1078079/ I  Bubble over (and out); My pores are a mess of wires and string All  Crossed and ConfusedI know I should be past the past But I watch (myself) too closely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1077719/ A wait A fateA time to end things.Im asking for the means to an end;A way to unravel these strings, Seemingly plucked in the rightOrder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1077225/ Flickering LinesAll working towards aDream-clothFor un-superstitious eyes.Time and fingers are flyingAs are the cliches and run-ons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1075306/ Your name is a secret Words spoken  Left in the wind To fly where they pleaseYour voice is an answer Public Questions Softly solved By a cool, calculating individualA second voice can join in If they so chooseA harried sweaty sound Numbed to pleas for help http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1074276/ Singing HousesMaking war with well-intended Wishes.Boys on Cliff-sesPlaying the Hero While the misses count against them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1071490/ From a slit in the sky the peeringpeerless sunWatches my past self through window panesAwakening in a field of figurines  I am bedazzled and fazed An inorganic organ Sounding too live http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1071474/ I'm under a ceiling so ineffably darkNo matter No light No sound No sight.In these endless black windsMasquerading as Milestones,I had found somethingThat Wasn't a Something at all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1068005/ Where are you and where did you go?Time's a train on a trackWith no ground belowYou're dancing in circles,Tornadoes are whispers to you.With arms outstretchedYou embrace the winds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1044151/ This ever-changing boxFacets all speaking some language I don't knowAs I'm standing in the middle, listening.Try moving the fluttering curtains awayWhen they're battering your face.I will never know what this meansThis endless monologueWafting through kitchen windows like smoke.Don't breathe too dee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1043288/ We're walking through hallwaysWith no open doorsWait.In fact, there are no doors at all.Right, all walls, nowhere to goNow, thoughts can be seen hereRebounding Falling Each not believing the otherWhy fight?Invisible pains hurt just as much as real ones http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1040654/ A star shardBuried itself in a backyardThis little hole in the groundIs a universe all to itselfAnd no one can see it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1040653/ Yellow MellowSignsMaking their presence obviously KnownThey might as well be screaming,The way they're violently shaking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1038399/ Finding the next room's noisesMuch too tangibleMy Arms are Littered with bruisesFrom solid blocks of  NothingPounding upon every inch of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1038397/ Discarded guitar Allowing everything to flow past Stagnent strings gathering dust Waiting for cold fingers Waiting for warm hearts "I'm here old friend" Please listen to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1038396/ Tendrils reaching skywardSpreading ever outwardTrying to pierce God.Oxygen is a drug to himA hole in his sideRighting the one in his chest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1038394/ Alone in this room with time eating away the hours from whenLove first set it's sights on you with your golden eyesI, with tears and fears alightYou could say there was fire in my eyes, No words could hear meIts raining inside now, the worlds turned inside outBut the years still pass me without.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1032198/ There's little space leftSo many abstracts fly aroundBut only a few can be caughtWritten onto little pieces of paperThen fed back to the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1032192/ Breathing in used airThis place is alive, yetThere is no one hereNew ideas float around Like snowflakesAbsorbing the feelingThe one about attachmentTo something bigger thanOneselfOf course, eventually,Snowflakes melt awayThe question is what do they leave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1032191/ There is an eye hovering over meNo ears, no nose, no mouthJust an eye, a left eye to be exactI've been making listsAnd crossing off notionsThat I find ridiculous and superfluous"It's not God," I've been told"Because He doesn't work like that."A perfectly reasonable explanation, I thinkOnly the cats .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1029483/ See! There are philosophersFilling the entire factory warehouseEach scribbling at his own deskAnd the air is fraughtWith escaped pages and small birdsMaking nests in the rafters.On every ream are written quips like;God is GodMan is ManWhere they are and where they meetMay be nearMay be distantThe tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1029478/ The scarecrow stands aloneLonging for the parlorSinging songs to the windAnd I,standing on a world adjacentFind that same songSeeping through the seams of invisible space http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1026709/ Lights!Televisions speaking their best speeches,With the faint sound of robotic music.Everything smells of smokeEverything tastes of loneliness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1026707/ Love is the broken vanity mirrorHanging up on the apartment's wallOr, at least it was until you took it down,And, in a moment of creative geniusThought it would look nicer resting against the bedposts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1026704/ The Silent world that lies beyond the seaWaiting and watching their silent historyUnderstanding nothing, but prone to laughAt the other silent worlds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1026703/              “There stands man’s limit.” I said, gazing upat half moon, glowing in the nighttime sky over the city skyline. “That’s asfar as we’ve gone,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1025608/ Many years agoOn a bright summer's daylived a moose named Roywho went out to play.The games he playedare not like your's or mine.They involved goring hikersand random passer-bys.Now Roy spent his morningrunning and having fun.He slew a hiker or two or threeand then lay out in the sun.After all that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1025588/             But I love you, read the computerscreen, I have loved you since I firstlaid my eyes on you.            “But youcan’t! You can’t love!&rd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1025286/  “Your mind is broken”“What?”“Your test results are in. The official diagnosis is thatyour mind is dysfunctional, Mr….”“Denning. What are you talking about, my brain is…”“Your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IAmtheMotive/1025284/