http://slow.writerscafe.org/bzzinga The original writings of author Matt M. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022567 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You got me addicted To a drug I’ve never seenIt sure as s**t abused the hell out of meIt made my heart flutter Sent tingles down my spine Made my pulse race And with my first tasteI soon wanted moreThis drug you askWell it’s love you seeIt’s fun at first But a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/2066768/ So what do you know about love?The feelings of longing,The feelings of betrayal,Free me from this ball and chainand whisk me away,Free me from this ball and chain,What do you know about depression?Bottled up feelings of regression,I drown my sorrowswith empty bottles,hoping of better tomorrows,Free .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/2045186/ I may not be a religious manI may not be the perfect man For I’m only humanI wear a cross necklace To remind me of my faith I learn from the pastThat’s full of strife and mistakesI may not be a religious man I may not be the perfect manFor I’m only humanI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/2036984/ I'm haunted I'm rotted I'm evil to the coreI'm such a sucker To ever take you for a w***eBut that's who I am Or at least who I wasIve changed I swear But you don't seem to careLook me in the eyes And tell me how that's fair? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/2036445/ I fail to see who I could beIn the eyes of others Who look at meI’m not sure who I am anymoreI’ve lost my faithMy inspiration My desireMy loveI have a longing for greatnessBut do not followFor I fail to see who I could be In the eyes of well....Me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/2036443/ Wow I’ve been off of here for too long. It’s time to get back to it and write again. Life just hits ya out of nowhere and time flies. If anyone is still following expect new writings weekly. Thank you againMatt M http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/2014526/ I've lost all passion for writing Writer block to be preciseBut when I look at youWhen I touch youAll the feelings come rushing backAnd I'm with pen againI write how beautiful your hair flows in the windHow crystal your smile is And how it's like the sunshineClearing my cloudy and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1672097/ For a friends who's gone through a lot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1656192/ An apology to a friend. That's all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1656191/ You cut me with a knifeIt went right through my heartAll I wanted was your attentionAnd you gave it to me allI stood there gaspingAt what had taken placeBut this whole timeIt was right in front of my faceyour beautyyour eleganceyour sweet personalityHave now all gone to wasteYou're nothing but a mon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1655415/ Wrote for a friend Toni Haler http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1655409/ For a close friend Dani Duffy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1655402/ I don't know whats real anymoreI lay awake most nightsWith pondering thoughtsAnd regrets from the pastThinking of things that will beOr things that may be onlyOf an uneventful futureOf a regretful past full of mistakesThe only thing to put them outAre the bottles of pillsIn my table side drawerThat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1655391/ A Hard Rock song I wrote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1654908/ Tribute to my Father who was always there for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1654896/ Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high. So I grabbed a rope and soon began to climb. Up I went into the sky and over the wall. As I climbed in descent, I looked down. In her secret garden flowers bloomed and the sun shone brightly. In the center of the garden, it only took one lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1589520/ His cold, hard gaze looks upon my eyes. A trickle of sweat beads down my head. For a second feels like an eternity. He's got pitch black eyes and no visible face, but I know that icy stare anywhere. I look up and soon greet. " Hello Darkness, my old friend." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1584573/ I'm standing still at the center of the world. Hundreds of people walk by and nobody stands out. They're like clones from a Sci-Fi movie. Walking in the same direction and doing the same motions. If I choose to walk with them, then I'd be one of them. However I'm not one of them. I chose to walk ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1584566/ MoonShe dances in the skyBeautiful as can beSometimes aloneSometimes for all to seeShe is so farBut yet, oh so closeWith one giant leap from manWe finally danced with herSide by side for eternity. This is for my best friend Dani Duffy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1584358/ It's funny how when I wrote this its about being loved whow there's always love. Yet the title itself is puzzling cause it's a thought of not being loved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1326882/ A Cookie for Me*Grumble, grumble*. My stomachs churns with a growl, like a dog howling at a full winters moon. I tried to remain calm but could not. I grabbed the cookie bag, with it crinkling at hand. Then dashed to the fridge to grab some milk we had. I poured a cup and set it down with deligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1277014/ NightmareI wake up dripping in sweat,twas a nightmare, no need to fret,Pitch black and unaware,I can no longer see anymore,I walk and open the door," TURN BACK BEWARE"I hear that gargling snareThen a pair of eyes with a nasty stare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1252375/ Background of Lucifer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1243721/ Just my thoughts and ideas in my head that are constantly raging on. Will there be another world war? Will i be part of it? or the cause of it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1243169/ Stubborn MeThere she goes through my handsLike at the beach grains of sandShe poured her heart out Tried to give me a shout out Yet there's me, stubborn meI ignored her signs of love for meThough I thought it was blasphemyFor who could love this atrocityPoor and stubborn me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1242541/ Where my personal life influences me on where it should take me. Where the wind goes is a metaphor for those influences. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1242514/ The day my father stopped talking to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1242449/ Its a Description poem made in my english class thought I'd share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1242271/ Sort of my life description dealing with family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bzzinga/1242261/