http://slow.writerscafe.org/Matt416 The original writings of author Matt Shriver en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028463 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Made this for a friend of mine. We are both Wiccans and talking about the Goddess. This came to mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/800331/ Music is my life and passion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/683239/ Music is life to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/682782/ First off let me state that I am in no way suicidal. Never have and never will be. I started a series of poems based on each way to kill yourself. This is the fourth of the series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/682354/ First off let me state that I am in no way suicidal. Never have and never will be. I started a series of poems based on each way to kill yourself. This is the third of the series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/682352/ First off let me state that I am in no way suicidal. Never have and never will be. I started a series of poems based on each way to kill yourself. This is the second of the series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/682350/ First off let me state that I am in no way suicidal. Never have and never will be. I started a series of poems based on each way to kill yourself. This is the first of the series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/682338/ Pain has taught me That I am not made of glassTimes heals allA lesson I want to share with youThis is not the endRise upLook aheadYour future is endlessSo don’t give upAnd never look backYou’ve left the pain behindDon’t bring it with you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/682331/ I am drowningIn this flood of thoughts, heartbreak, and tearsPushed under by the weight of your absenceWhy aren’t you here to help me?To pull me out and save me?I reached up for your handTo fight against the current, but you’re nowhere to be foundAs my lungs burn with their last breathMy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/682330/ It’s you I loveYou’ve always been thereI’ve always loved youIn more ways than you knowAnd you love meBut our love is forbiddenIt’s tabooLooked down onBut I don’t careBecause all that matters is usOur new loveOur friendshipThough we are miles apartYou are still with meIn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/679726/ Do not disturb the DeadThey need peaceQuietTo concentrateThey need to find their wayWe can not help themA journey they must accomplish aloneFor everyone dies aloneAll we can do is hopeHope their journey is shortSo be quiet nowLet them rest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/679725/ Sometimes inspiration strikes from the most random of places. Driving home one day, there was a buffalo in a field. This was the result of that buffalo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/679724/ I wrote this when I was attempting to kick a few habits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/670648/ For her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/670642/ Wrote this about a friend of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/670622/ It's amazing how time heals all. I never thought I'd get over my 6 year relationship. The girl I almost married that one day decided for a reason unknown she was done. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/658535/ When you’re goneRemember mePlease don’t forgetAnd when you’re feeling downAnd everyone is against youAlways rememberThey don’t love you like I love you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/655970/ I hate drama with such a passion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/654833/ My heart fellDeep within my chestI can still feel it tumblingMaking my stomach ache as it eternally fallsThe truth in my assumption has caused it to give up and let loose its gripI bid it farewellI feel that I now longer need itI thought it would always be thereFunny thing is, when you’re sure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/654498/ No idea where this came from. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/654494/ I had a friend tell me that losing her love was like drowning. This is what came to mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/654492/ When I think of people with mental health problems, This is what I think about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/654490/ Welcome to PurgatoryMake yourself at homeYou’ll be here awhileI know it’s coldThe clouds hide the SunI’ve been trying for years To light a fireIt doesn’t seem to work hereTo pass the timeI suggest you thinkThink of why you are hereYou were sent here for a reasonKnown to no on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/653724/ Met a girl here last summer. She was only here for two weeks on vacation. I can say that those were some of the happiest times of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/653718/ I've always pictured Death as a beautiful women that comes to take you with her. To love her forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/653716/ This one always seems to be everyone's favorite. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/653714/ My muse is mineMine onlyI will not share herI keep her prisonerHere against her willStrapped to the bedShe is a slave for my inspirationAnd sometimes For human desiresShe cannot leaveEverTo be used by someone elseSomeone not worthyTo strike ideasIn their meager mindsShe begs and criesBut that is exa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/653422/ Was inspired to write this after listening to a song. The song just lit up my mind and I had to start writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/653419/ Wrote this poem for an old girlfriend of mine. Just may have been the first poem I ever wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Matt416/653407/