http://slow.writerscafe.org/teachushowtolive The original writings of author Matthew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016740 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 always waking up with the sun too many ghosts chasing you down so you run always going where you've never gone before too many faces from places unknown you never really know what life holds in store for you, can't you see for me, what has to be always making up new worlds to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/398101/ just waiting for june light growing quietly dark etched on the pavement      some gone cough syrup      fucked us up and made us die      now we fear so much hush be your whisper you calm this steady spring wind and i kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/397604/ mind misplaced on yourstonight when we dancedbroken down and floweringon the floor covered withlight flashing music crashingsmoke dashing from lung to lungdabbling in laughs as wedig the earth for fresh soil"grow here" you tell methe moon has stolen my voiceand dance .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/397602/ this is like a homage to my 20's. if you're there, hopefully you can relate to it. if you're younger, you can prolly relate to it as well. sometimes its good to remind ourselves that we're part of a bigger picture no matter how down we get at times and th http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/397600/ straight connectover fuzzy wiresmeeting where you leftand i could never understandthis silence crawlingall over the nightleaving its touch on everyman, woman and childdoubt is stripped awaywhen i see your smilepurged from this sadnesson which it had taken rootthis infinite sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/388460/ inspired by Leonard Cohen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/387358/ i imagined myself as a wave rollin in the ocean and wrote about it. pic was taken by me of qui d'anjou, the seine, in paris. favorite place to relax. jim morrison and charles baudelaire use to read, write and chill there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/384826/ this really isnt a poem, its more like a pissed off rant. i wrote it out in like one long paragraph but decided to break it up into random lines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/383600/ shuffling from the light of that night drenched in after glow you pushed open the window that next morning while I snapped a hidden photo from bed I captured that moment forever now lost vanished back into the nothingness from which it was born even when we're together do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/380944/ since discovering new life growing in my chest i've given up on everything else i sit alone at night by myself thinking about whatever i get mad sometimes but i never stray from the light i nurture this new life growing softly within me i feed it Federico Garcia Lorca poems a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/380923/ arriving at steady delay of plane rides sent from whirling wet lands retracing this innocence back to a pay phone in Dublin a bottle of bubbly water and a piece of gum to help combat the nicotine cravings some fu*king delirious creature was born on that flight to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teachushowtolive/380921/