http://slow.writerscafe.org/Matthius The original writings of author Matt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776178070 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem of my current feelings about my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1685170/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1532625/ Look up to the starsSome shine brightOthers dimLook closerSome are giantsOthers dwarvesLooking from another viewpointThey are not starsBut other stars shineAs bright as thoseFor someone elseLook at yourselfYou may not see itBut someone elseWill see a star http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1499671/ This may be terribly written and not at all entertaining but I have to write it down because of the situation and the way things are going in the UK. A voice for rights and freedom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1496944/ Go ahead and be so cruelIf I like I'll break your rulesTry to make me crackI'll just snap right backTreat me like a foolBut I'm not a toolBeen a good guyBut it doesn't flyHowever hard I tryDay after dayIt's just the wayBest times I sayAre when I playBeing the bad guyFat cat go get a jobOpening your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1493083/ If we were books thenwhen we read each otherwe would find new thingsin each other every day.New pages and changesand as we get oldernext to each otherwe would enjoy each othermore and more.Because although a new booklooks fresh and clean.The more it is read and agesthe pages crease and crinkle,the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1473253/ You distract meI'll distract youThen we'll seeBefore we knewWhat was to beOur feelings grew http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1471125/ James felt the warm sunlight on his face and slowly his eyelids opened.His body ached all over.He didn't have a clue where he was.He didn't know how he got here.He was walking along a gravelly track.He saw his school in the distance.But it's been years since, and it shouldn't be here. I'm supposed t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1469036/ I like sunshine in sandwichesand raindrops in ??but there is nothing I like morethan spending time with youIt's always a surreal timeNever flows in real timeHope that you will be mineCause I feel like I am yours http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1469025/ Things that thread throughmany minuteThe thread that tethers tumbling terrapins to threadbare tents though their thankless theremins thrash tunes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1465129/ When I woke up in the morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1464855/ Being a born leader I take it upon myself to demonstrate the inherent hazards in any situation to others to assist them in raising above the general folk. They of course naturally learn a great deal from my leadership and look upon me with great awe and I alleviate them from the mundane melancholy o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1464154/ Act One: Set Up 2/4 Hero is unhappy with his life dreams of adventureSeth remembers the time his father was taken away and hearing or seeing his death.His father being punished and executed while he was a teenager causes him to lose any trust in the castle / city authorities and it demonstrates the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1300000/ When the knights (and the wizard that brought the message back) go out Seth follows them to the site in the hopes of finding good tech. Jack also follows behind both the city expedition group knights and Seth.Seth follows the group to the fissure because if there is ancient tech in there then he cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1248859/ When going to trade tech at the Castle (City) gates Seth overhears conversations about knights going on an expedition by decree of the Empress and Castle (city) authorities to investigate the fissure that was discovered within the forest during the recent earthquakes and recover any ancient tech art.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1248855/ Earthquakes have been increasing in force and frequency though they haven’t killed anyone yet as the local life, witches and fairies managed to avoid the worst.A castle / city wizard (Chip, Spark or a different wizard) was based in his observation tower near the forest fissure site measuring e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1248854/ (As Seth trudged back)Trudging back towards his shack in the dust landers shantytown known as Bucket...Seth trudged back...Two shadowy figures appear, one leaps down from atop a shack, the other crawls up from under rubble.(jump out and ambush him.)The twins (two tech addicts / tech heads / tech jam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1248853/ As Seth trudged back home for the night, his mind drifted off to another time.A young boy pats at his pockets and looks around at the floor and then with a confused face up at his father. "I lost it dad, I musta dropped it. It was in my pocket.""Remember, if someone can spy it you may as well say go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1248852/ First part of Chapter 1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1235035/ A fantasy sci-fi adventure story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1235033/ A simply written piece on how I felt today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1203734/ Let’s agree to disagreeIt’s the way it has to beAfter all we’re just frienemiesFrienemies. Frienemies. FrienemiesAfter all the things we’ve saidWe may want each other deadSo we’ll just stay frienemiesFrienemies. Frienemies. FrienemiesSpent so much time with youThat I do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1201623/ Plastic people with their little feetStand around on the plastic streetAll as happy as the day they're bornJust the same as the day beforeBut with extra dust upon them all...... where we/they used to meetNo one plays there anymorePlastic bricks scattered on the floor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1195821/ They were faithfulYou had a faithful oneHe was a faithful manYou had a faithful manBut that's not what you wantedMarried for 40 yearsSome of those years counted (And some of those years counted)If any counteddullmundanesame / seemed the sameadventuredifferentasked what you wanted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1194460/ Like sunshine in the eyesIt came as no surpriseNow you're all I seem to seeLike a ghostly memoryBut you left meWith less than I hadNow everything seems/ And everything else seemslike a foggy memorylike a faded memorylike a worn out memorylike a faded photoa dull /dullerpale in comparison http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1194456/ Fear or hate meCall or bring meRun or hide from meIgnore me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1193252/ A short poem about the personification that we all eventually meet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1193250/ Cybernetic stamenBlack hole tornado / Tornado of a black holeDrowning in a deadly silenceClinging to an air wave / Walking on an air wave / Riding on an air waveChewing on a sunbeamSwimming in a solid / Swimming up a rock face / Swimming in the sea of tranquility / Dive into the sea of tranquilitySe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1192014/ Based on my real experiences. I feel like I can add much more to this and may expand it further in future. I went for a lack of emotions but would prefer to end it with more emotion for the contrast. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1191212/ sometimes it seemsthe whole world is madwe used to have dreamsall that's left makes us sadwith crimes and warwhat's there to live forforget what's all gone wrongso I sing this songto make me feel gladAre you feeling sad and kinda blueThen I know just whatyou should doooooo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1189495/ Try to tell me I have a soulOr that in life I have no goalJust because I'm not like youBut saying doesn't make it trueNot all is true that you've been taughtSo question more is what you oughtSome people lie and deceiveTo make sure that you will believeBut truth remains for all to findExcept to those.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1188893/ A tale of a man who doesn't know who he is finds himself in a place where there are some people. Unknown to him they are other versions of himself during his lifetime. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1188460/ An experiment in horror poetry where lines lead onto the next. This was the first draft, the mp3 was me reading it out and merging the words across the lines into one in a haunting voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182593/ Interpret this one as you want. It has a specific meaning to me that still holds true today many years after I first wrote it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182583/ A simple little poem I wrote for a work colleague who happened to see this mysterious animal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182561/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182543/ I have recently been corresponding with a woman whom I presumed to be a fan of my work though she would not say of how she knew of me. She would only state that someone had suggested to her the importance of my role in future events. I informed her that the only events I have planned in the near fut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182529/ I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Thomas J Edmonds, an author of fantasy stories. Though perhaps little known as such. In any case I hope you will enjoy reading about my experiences both past and present. If anyone should wish to contact me I will welcome any correspondence regarding my work.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182392/ The continuing experiences of Mr Edmonds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182390/ A man ends up in a strange place and discovers that he died and is now in a kind of afterlife or test/trial but it is all a computer world like matrix / the invisibles. Perhaps the life was also. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182127/ An experimental story about a consciousness discovering the strange world around it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182120/ A series of letters/journal entries http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1182029/ A test in dreaming to open creativity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1181592/ A man discovers a forgotten history underground. Strange magical artefacts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matthius/1181536/