http://slow.writerscafe.org/mattt The original writings of author elephant en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776105093 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 People are important to me, and being honest and loving towards them.I'm looking a for fulfilling life. 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godwashing light gummy dropstoo one side my spring,they are imbruedcatch em' shout cut em' away for a frozen milk,charmingly.restict this fist,lark a swainrestrian the rule within his control,violently. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/682383/ open in the northover the ridge and past all but the barbed wire grids of cherokee territoryfollow the pollen southwhich the stead enhalesand snorts downhis rider runsruns to his gallows  pull up the ragweed rootwipe clean the soot andarise to the moon as managape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/682361/ This key board has weird pertruding keys that i peck like a type writer in stead of play over like a piano.its swell though nothing cant stop me from telling my story or rather relinguishing my the noose artound my throat.its been to long and now its time for it fall gracefully to the dirt like a wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/681976/ I left in the winterI'm gone till fallthis is a little melody for the far goneblue in my mindsalt in my eyesno blue skiesaye aye ayeaye aye ayeClose the hatchover my heartsecure the watchI got to gono love for usI left in the summerwont be back till springI had to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/573963/ blinking into the computer monitortip tapping on the plastic H I'semitcons of smiles and tearsdating and masturbating over the electricwaves of binary  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/571384/ Idealist poet grabbing at the limelight Twirling on the floor and ceilingLike disco ball dreamsHe yells into your mouthEat my strawberry heartSink the in me those nailsPokadotted in with blueWrap your tounge round throatI;m the idealist poet dancing in the limelightThe red light of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/509055/ My lifes like the paint peeling off the wallMy skin is a black moldI got to leave this picture frame  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/502428/ the pink balloons of pastdrift higher and popfalling to their 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winterThey said something was wrongInside my head obsessive tendencyManic delusions or somethingThat what they said over and over .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/501712/ Taken to a summer camp in the winter coldSigned my days away to judges and fiends like meTo work the yard to break the cedar trees and to dig the ditchesIn the dark before the dawn and into the hours before the sunsetI'm somtimes hired by the rich old widows of Greenleaves forPulling thous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/501702/ a history http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/501616/ A muscle from the depth of a wholeTwisted in choatic spiralsOn the floor of the chapelIn front of god naked on the TA muscle from the depth of a wholeRithed and jostled for blood for trustThe devote didn't stop pause in verseThe parish sung unto his wholeEcho echo muscle na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/501606/ Riding my funnyBlack bicycle to the cornerTo fetchSome more milkSome more eggsIn the sky aBlueish kindof grey andThe north brings me a chillSo it may rain orIt might drizzle in a coupleOf tocs but stillThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/500414/ 3156389 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/499639/ This was inspired by the bird and the band http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/499538/ You and I swallowed oceans of the cheapest wineLiving and dieing in the city we swept together Together we cross their dirty avenuesSreaming our envy at the decadense andSobbing for all of its decayAnd laughing as we played games in the city playgroundsWe ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/499046/ Theres a crisis I cant see through the gleamBut I can smell their song and taste the screamsBlue dust circles the dieingRed flowers for the gravesWhite is the tastecity beast please gocity beast please goOr we'll pull you up like dandolions Or we'll cook you up like a turkeyOn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/498774/ experiment with a scene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/497926/ my attempt at an Italian sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/497820/ On the lonely seaMy gaze is to the golden LunaI gasp for her and plead  Out a  agapeI cough up the seaI choak on her saltI hear her reply it comes in her yellow shineIt screams just lie!Adrift too long I take in the brown spirit of the seaMy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/497610/ Steeped, I'm this sunbeamGradually believing in Light casts of blue           http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/496776/ I was young http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495745/ Just i dont know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495744/ An angel bating barbed desireA treata tastea thousand heart breaksTo take?A silent debateFor fate is my doomMy love I swoonA chanceA whimsical danceA hook so deep I must die to get freeI trust that the barbs will cut smoothAnd the pain will be burning but temporaryI am wary of angels too angelicFor .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495743/ Adorned by ordinary formsHuman kind is silent but sublimeHideous creatures smelling flowersAnd bouncing babiesThis race of hate can bring war to your doorBut when the sin of men grows stillA booming whisper of congenial humans one can surely hear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495742/ By me is nice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495740/ Elephant faces appear amid cracked placesA wall’s shallow pits spit pictures perfectTwisting trees and magic spacesSquirt out dimensions unmentionedStar light tinge and angry hens border wrinkled facesConstant design of morbid timesFind rest under and between these unseen cracks of cosmic trac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495739/ About a barista I met once. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495736/ Red Cup! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495735/ sometimes I'm very happy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495734/ a girl http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495732/ Quaint silent confidencePaints her face heavyLike a clown maskBut I don’t laughI just keep quiteAnd stareIn a corner over there isA false face in her false graceA princess of antsAnd young boys who pranceA lovely loser that covers cuts and bruisesIn pathetic ways so you see and don’t say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495731/ Ordinary adornedBeauty gently tornBreaks dark shadows into danceBeauty gently tornSends sun beams bouncing around moody spaceBeauty gently tornIs a thorned sphere wary to nearA thorn worth flesh tornBeauty gently torn reveals extraordinary forms http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495729/ Raven babies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mattt/495728/ A Turret’s symphonic thump ripples out to oblivionWhile the sins of men repeat againCrimson floods finally merge with soil pinkedWhile the sins of few breathe anewAfter time collides and divides bleached bonesA new vicious seed is sewn 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