http://slow.writerscafe.org/mathiasthom The original writings of author mathiasthom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006306 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Kill this lethargic feelingthat is always stealing Timerooted to the spotas the hours unwindEvery man's pain is always blamesome scarlet rose stainthat can never be containedtell me, what's in a name?Covered in warm breathfrom an uneventful birthjuxtapose supposed worth, to an untimely deathWe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2176007/ Just shout outsideI don't feel like myself tonightthe world is on autopilot lost in purple twilightAnd the exhaust trailsthat litter the skieslike arthritic, crippled fingers reflective in these eyesCalled in to worknot leaving the house, thenas the rain crashes downsliding down the walls .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2175253/ He pursued me for two yearsoffering rides and subsconscious bribesno money was ever exchangedjust pleasantries...how strangeHe could be my realtora one way ticket outside this doorto a new placeanything's better than the one beforeSo I gave in, because romance is deadall that is left are wordss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2162531/ Supposedly together,yet never felt further apartno conversations,nothing to initiate or startSo it's going to be like thistaking back every drunken wordall those nights on that broken couch memories that never quite occured Reformatted that sorry phonenow all those pictures just wiped away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2159213/ 2020 is here! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2158184/ I will use the chemicalssparingly, willinglysending a tingle down this spineinto feelings so divineNow I feel like a godor at least in control of myselfnever asking for anyone's helpnot showing concern for my well beingI will outwardly smilewhen I'm consumed by hatetrying to change these mood swings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2157262/ The 20-something boyshowing off his torsohairless,with the physique of a 14 year oldnot something I wish to viewbut this is all he has to offerFailing to entice,he returns to words that cutripping through feelingstrying to expose some downtrodden nervebut I concur,always getting in the last wordToo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2152195/ In your room, you can be anythingbut in that tomb, the darkness is frighteningwith stale air hot and confining,and all the lies slowly unwindingOpening the door, with the slightest of easeinto the world, to do what you pleasebut always with a  nagging sense of doubttraveling the least used rout.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2143453/ I was going to write something true to the word,not at all absurdspontaneous and hilariousWell things didn't go quite as plannedalways alone,never to understandwhy this is so?Don't expect reason and rhymethrown in the towelfor the thousandth timemediocrity so foulAll these plans fell throughwel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2128366/ Circle of Life dropping like fliesan air of melancholysuffocating skiesHow much longerwill this cyclesputter on?Please change thesceneryno more deadlysurprisesWake up and openthose eyesdrop the facade andrealizelife is cruel and sofinite,no time to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2119837/ "Come to me"no, I think I will notoffal humanitya complete cesspool of rotThis picture is coldtoxic masculinitybut the flip side is ridiculous,far as I can seeThere is no perfect fitshedding all these disguisesnobody realizes,it's all vinegar and spitGone to the dogs,but the clothes fit alrightwoode.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2116688/ Waiting for something beautifulnot ordinary in the barest of termsseeing this all around hereuniformed and uninformedcalamity since the day first appearedNever have much to saywhen the darkest mood swings come out to playcrossing the line, to blackness sublimehow this soul screams silent dismay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2102000/ DWI,no, not Iit was you,now avoiding me like the plagueNothing lasts foreverkind of glad it doesn'tthere should be a beautiful beginningto a half life's miserable endAll the stories toldtend to get real olda world of possibilitiesending with such disparityNow I will never sleep againchoking on remem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2076380/ Body shamingone to one blaminghell no, not perfectwe are all the sameraw, unfinished, untamedSo don't try to categorizebasing perception on the size of thighsor glossy unrealistic magazinesstarving to deathgoing to crazy extremesWhen last I looked,it was steadily rainingoh God, he's complaining agai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2072258/ Can't tell if it's realhow the world just falls apartwhere exactly is the appealwhen the good life never even startsCount your blessingsrosary beads flying through the airwant to screamsaturating these memories with thiswooden heartNo matter how it isit's never enoughsn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2070319/ She has mostly 3 months to livebut I have my misgivingsshe'll claw her way backinto the land of the livingSaid the obligatory prayerseven though I'm not therenot ever at her sidelife is truly not fairGave up on family reunionswith that finger pointing crowdwho act so morally proudminus countless ind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2066969/ There is this albatross between usgrowing silently, like a tumoror cancer,black and velveteen Unspoken thoughts and wordscircling inside this head,like sharks creeping closerto some sanctimonious bedHere I lieeven taken you insideyour silent unknown partnerharboring some dirty little secretLike.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2061712/ The door is open, unlockedfreshly scrubbed and sobersubtle hintsof amber and lavenderMaybe you warrant thisand maybe you do notwhat exactly is my higher purpose?besides wallowing away on this cotAnd you can go rotif this is another ploy'you're my boy'high time to be annoyedSupposed to be budding par.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2043747/ He professes his lovein no uncertain termshow words will become twistedjust to watch him squirmSome people never learnsome people believe anythingfollowing action by exampleyet, he'd love a sampleAnd that beautiful chocolate cakesliding off this pristine platehas a date w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2038362/ Almost dating, yeah it almost came to passputting up a good frontbut it was bound to never lastSaying those sweetened wordshiding the teeth beneathnow emerging after hidingin this room for far too many weeksAlmost feeling Optimisticeven a song of cheerblasting from this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2031210/ Just another handsome facewith another selfish agendato get off on lifeslowly losing oneselfTake the pills and drink the winechanneling Dorothy Parkeras you slowly lose your mind,but write it all down this timeNow it will never slip awaythis defeatism having a field dayhaving the balls to actually s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/2027841/ If you can't get into this frame of mindstick with your own kindI'll stay with mine,so who is to say who is blind? Turning to face awayanything that disturbs you todaybut the sun is in these eyesand this heart is on this sleeve Wondering why everybody leaves?nothing ever stays the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/752886/ Setting one upwith subtle manipulationto cover upall those misgivings and frustration Forgetting all aboutthe concepts knownas free will teetering,imagination overblown This community of uniformitynever made much sense conformity is a sicknesswhich can only bring one down .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/751459/ I killed my motherwith misdirection,avoiding taboo subjectsby always changing course With the scotch whiskey fumespermeating in plastic cupshidden in every room,even beneath the cellar stairs I once stole a Valiumto see how it would feelto have the senses numbedso I would not care.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/751457/ Don't expect anyone to readanything penned,or typed from this hand Insecurities and self doubtalone and without,following a difficult route Learning from repetitive mistakesset in motionby a hypercritical world Maybe a fleeting wordreleased in fractured momentstransforms i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/748465/ Going off that wagonjumping shipsick of this shitwaiting for the infamous quipNo two people could ever hopeto react in the same waythe exact rants and linesfrom screaming to the sublimeSo thank you for your timesumming me up with a roll of the eyesmocking these habitual waysbut your the one wear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/747319/ Not a part of this lifeso get over this solitude,advice from some troubled wifefull of self righteous attitude Should I name namespoint the finger and blamecreate drama and strainrelease it all, never contained? As another empty lifegoes sliding down the draina rock bottom not so s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/746566/ What choices were they given?pushed to extremesbeyond their means lost all reasons for livingInto a narrow worldof cold slate grayknowing of their realitynever having the perfect momentHer ideal is not his own,all the conflicting languagesand claustrophobic barriers,filled with smoke and mirrors.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/746563/ Three neighborhood mentalking at a fence linenever once actually giving me the timemust be some characteristicthat I somehow lackwatching this backwaiting for an attackthis is a civilized societybut I've never seemed to bethe typical varietytreating me with kid gloves againdispense with the niceties.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/744319/ Someone posted on Facebookan ordinary picture of youbut my eyes were drawnto your skinny armsand some angry splotch of a tattoo Who knows what was going onin that head of yours?maybe too much whiskeyor a desperate need to stand outin some sailor dress again, on the corner Can't hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/742932/ Insubstantial,like some ghostdown to two meals a daytight skin over some rib cage Ash blond 80 dyefrom 2 months agoalready grown out gray reality crashes down First came 2 deathsknocked for a loopon some stoopcrumbling stone and decay Now it is in the 70'syellow sun burnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/742930/ If only I could fall asleepat the appointed time,Instead of this slumberous means,slipping between the cracks of another endless weekWhere the sun bares downwith sickly sweet shards,feeling the hair burn,on the surface of these armsWait for it,but it never arrives,blue exhaus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/286467/  Kind of funny how you wanted to talk to me,Now I'm all alone,and you are nowhere to be seenThere is this marvelous invention called a 'phone',Now leave me alone,Leave me alone...Sitting on this chair, surveying the smoky air how the decadent scent of nicotine,stains the air.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/285609/   The time is ripefor a midlife crisisI guess this is a rite of passage...No stable homeor loving husband/wife,whatever the latest labelssadly, this is your lifeCan I not findsome peace of mindto keep these naysayers at bay,stubbornly doing things the wrong way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/251565/ What is this fear that holds people back?Staring eyes,unwavering and judgmental,so certain members of societycan jump for the chanceto be put on a pedestal?This is their chancea moment to danceDim the lights,sparkle and fadeSink to incredible depthsfrom such majestic heightsJus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/247987/ These April foolswho wallow awaythe other eleven months,just as shallow as alwaysNever to find a single instance of honestynot wrapped up in insecuritiesLooking for a simple puritythat shriveled up and diedon some foreign shore...This sand is an abrasionto the latest declarat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/243502/ It may be Spring,but the clutchesof a most horrific winter,ravage my insidesWhere branches break,with a sickening crackbroken limbs,scattered around the silent tracksWhere the roadis quite obliteratedcovered by an unyielding, ivory downspreading all over the frozen ground.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/241984/  Beneath street lights,moralistic battles, perspiring windows,motionless cars, fleeting invitationsup in the heavens,the scent of fading,cherry blossomsA gentle reminder of beautycovering up this spreading taint,taking a child-like innocence,and throwing it to the wolves..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/241515/  Milk curdled, left in a chipped saucer,kicked out of the way,lost in a corner,on the dirty floorextinguished wick,Yellow colored driblets,frozen in place,lost a race to the peeling paint,curling off the wallsshadows recede and fade,into the awakening lightso gracefu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/240302/   Watching this happenfeeling replaced,history erased,as if one never existed...Such a revisionist,Change is hard to resist,The first cutalways seems to be the deepestA picnic basket,overrun with antsBottle of wine,changed into vinegarWrinkles embedded dee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/237789/   Empathy scented, Hear the echo reverberating, ricocheting off the walls, settling beneath the skin Lips crusted with thrush, A rush of moving bodies Sea of gray faces, exiting the thoroughfare Into the streets, garbage strewn walking this self destructive, r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/237699/  Fisherman drowning at seawhere every catch,is a potential feastBut souls are pure,untainted,the ways of this world,quite jaded,emotionally astern,at least for the moment...Mathiasthomwritten 3/21/0830 wordsprompt:"and I'm nothing more than a line in your bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/237248/ Encased in a plastic shell,bought from a local bakeryLeft on a bed,Dealing with feelings, quite irrationalThirty-nine unlit candles,matchbook discarded,chocolate cake,still untouched...    Mathiasthomwritten 3/18/08 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/235641/ Slip on this overcoatof brazen mockery,See this man falterunder lines of questioningFalsehoods and lies,rumors and alibis,crowned with bramble and thorns,spit upon, mocked and scornedIn this day and ageall charlatans known,entertaining with, sleight of hand tricksto con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/233507/ Windows rattling,foundations cracking,cup of tea spills to the floor,bassinet rolling backwards,awakened newborn,screaming... Mathiasthomwritten 3/14/08  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/233323/ Playground herochosen last,every contest of supposed skill...For once,I would squint these eyes tightly,erase it all awaylike a smudge,wiped clean off a window... Mathiasthomwritten 3/13/08 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/233191/ Another sad epiphany,what is this emptiness doing to me?Take me back to a caring worldIt certainly could be better...Anything is preferableto the graynessof these cracked wallsTrapped in a square,not getting anywhere at all...You look at mewith evident self pitynot doing to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/232946/ New dawn fadingor the end of an age,Nature must find a way,ending this stalematewith an indifferent humanityadrift upon a placid sea,polarizing shores,'head in the sand' mores,the unborn generations catastrophe... Mathiasthomwritten 3/12/08 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/232379/ Starting not to love youfrom way deep inside,a smothered spark has died,don't exactly knowthe reasons why...Could it be the way you insinuate?that look in your eyes,just resonates with hate...All this weary lifehave had to deal with judgmental fools,double standards, shallow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/230604/ Spineless little jellyfishabsolutely no rapport,or loving support,who is watching your back ?spray painted obscenities,displayed on the side of your pickupphantom callers on your cell phone,'don't come home'...One lie too many,stories traveled around the neighborhoodA rock th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mathiasthom/230560/