http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tymon The original writings of author Ryan Falzon - Tymon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962405 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Read some of my old poems, came back to write this :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/1264052/ If you do this...IF you do this there wont be a chance to run awayIF you do this you will never enjoy life's play.It's the same doubtThe same old routineyou know what it is aboutIt's all the same that you've seen.You're flawed,You're broken,A lost soul with no voice to sing.Alone with nothing to off.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/1139269/ A poem on how to make a choice in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/768022/ This is a simple little storyThat I would like to share.A simple little lessonabout how not to care.Say you're a stranger, just walking by.When you spot a girl, alone in her cry.The girl would be a hard thing to see.For she would be inside a large S.E.P.A simple little story is now being told,Adding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/723418/ Flame erupts in our heartsTearing our souls apart.Let the strings of fate danceAs they adjust our daily stance.Let the blue flame chill our soulLet the strings of fate make us whole.Let the breath of nature calm our mindLet the ignorance of youth make us blind.Each day we rush to reach success,Not s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/704032/ Tears fall, with the splashing rain,Each one filled with broken pain.Deja-vu, I've been here before,Why is my life such a huge chore?Tears fall, with the splashing rain,No real reason to feel actual pain,Deja-vu, I've been here before,Why is my life such a huge chore?Tears fall, with the splashing r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/689061/ An experiment I'm making, and I'll need your help. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/659290/ A corruption lives in this world.Turning life to death, and death to life.A plague with no cure, that's for sure.Spreading by land, sea and air, as it doesn't care.No mercy on the victims, as greed runs through its veins.A great mouth speaks of glory, but it is never what it claims.Manifesting g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/657118/ A bunch of random scribblings put together, I separated them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/654831/ Nothing is my favorite word. For each word has it's meaning, and when weaved by the poet's heart, together they become an incaration of his heart. A word by itself is worthless, a writer without words is worthless. Together, they will form a sentance, sentances will form stories, stories will form d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/650924/ Poem about the hidden and ignored opinions of the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/638403/ A thousand different pairs of eyes,All watching the same treasured prize.Swords raised, ready to compete!Like the largest battle fleet!Some sank instantly, some stood afloot.Some are stratagist, some are cut throats!Some spilled blood, some saved lives,Yet have no doubt, all keep to strive!The winne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/634236/ A poem written in the form of a guide on how to write a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/633552/ A new write, I like this =). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/628926/ A rhyme-less poem inspired by the book of the same name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/626233/ A poem about the beauty of imagination http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/624107/ Haven't written for a while, would LOVE some opinions please! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/617820/ A poem about keeping your mind focused. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/611681/ A poem about temptation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/610266/ A poem about how it is possible to fight death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/606837/ A poem about a famous bible phrase. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/605236/ A poem about a girl who made a mistake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/604722/ A poem on how we should never let the small child within us die, no matter how old we truly are. As a child has a heart of stone that rarely breaks.(read explanation) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/603065/ One question to all of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/601966/ Caught in the sickness wave,Dragging me back into my cave.I cough and sneeze with heavy sound,Slamming my feet into the solid ground.A weak smile makes it's presence known,A little more rest on the bear's throne.I steal away a few more hours of sleep,As I continue to count the coughing&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/601827/ A story that is more then beneath the eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/601125/ The clock spins in awide circle of life,I wish to stop it in its dead wake.We all do, this is nothing new.The same words come out each time.The same lines, the same rhymes,Reused and Recycled over and over.Trying to gain a little more closure,Yet stuck in dead tracks, I stay.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/601111/ WARNING HIGHLY OFFENCIVEE MATERIAL!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/600674/ Living in this windowless world,as I listen to what has already been heard.The birds chirping in the sky,Making me want to get up, and try.Try, try to reach the highest star!As I rise, rise and grow afar.The wingless butterfly can still flap,as there is always a little gap.The bottomless pit has an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/600431/ These are the words I wish to write,I can no longer act sadness or delight.Please, do not give in to the rusty pen,As I wish to be free of my holding pen. Ink turns dry, Blood turns cold.My heart slows and gathers mold.As the old saying of a writer's mind,Sometimes it is wise, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/599526/ It's good to be alone =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/599523/ I stay on my knees,and see the busy bees.Zipping around like darts,with tiny little hearts. I sometimes try to stand up,but the bees sting at me.So I often just sit and watch,and wondering what am I not to see? At nightfall, they return to the hive,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/599480/ Poem not about what is the meaning of life, but rather why do we need one, anyway? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/599082/ Keybored, pencil or even a pen of feather.Nothing makes a difference, Nothing matters.For the ink fails to flow through my handsas I try to summon the blackend dead sands.I try write the sevean seas.I fall down on my weak knees,begging for the creative breeze.Wondering. Why did it just seize?On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/598122/ Flowingup and down with the waves,striking with might that could open caves.I float alone, on my little small craft.I face the deadly storm and laugh.Thunder strikes a few paces away.I step backwards and begin to pray.If my tiny little thing is to survive,I beg to the gods to keep me alive.I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/597897/ This poem shows how to keep an open mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/597622/ Please read the poem, read my note, then read the poem again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/597614/ Walking down theweathered path,eying an omen in thedemon sky.A single drop of bloodfrom up above.He knows, today is theday he shall die. So he rose, rose up, upinto the devilish sky!No man shall keep himdown from his final moments!Even if it will sen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/596844/ And the voices screamed "Abomination!"as we begin the ultimate Invasion!They prey and beg for eternal Salvation!but we'll make sure to send them to Damnation!Dark wings spread in an angry grace.As the angles screamed and flew in haste.All whom die do not wish to stay.All whom live want the othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/595958/ A poem about enjoying the little things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/595550/ I was locked in a small room.A pitiful flower waiting to bloom.There was a figure torn from light.I shook from this dreadful sight.The shadow walked up to me.Smoother then the calmest sea.He hovered around me like a fly.Calmly he said,"Dance or die".At that time I was oblivious.I thought it was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/595022/ Another poem about the sun and the moon. Such fascinating things aren't they? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/594694/ Same concept as ink, only in my opinion is far better =). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/594409/ A bit random and quick, but I think it's good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/594405/ If fire can swim and still burn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/594049/ Poem about someone in a coma. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/593768/ A poem about how laughter can save lives. Probably the most ridicules thing I've ever written, ever. So it's a must read, especially if you want to make fun of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/593639/ “This is your pilot speaking, we are about to land, soplease strap on your seatbelts” A voice echoed in the airplane. Scorpion wassitting on the back of his chair, the same way a teenager would sit to makehimself look cool and rebellious, refusing to use the chair as it is designed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/593052/ This target was not going to be easy. He was in a hospital,and is going to stay there for a couple of months. Contract says this guy needsto be dead by tomorrow. It also specifies that guards would probably bepresent, since he’s kind of a big head, but nobody should be expecting us. Of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/593051/ Hewas hiding inside a beautiful large chocolate stripper cake. Disgusting.Scorpion hated chocolate, he’d prefer something more lemony or coconuty, ifthat’s even a word. The stripper, or in this case prostitute, was long gone.Beaten to death by her own high-heeled, extremely expen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tymon/593050/