http://slow.writerscafe.org/chubzitruffle The original writings of author Matthew Smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775969710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sheis a supernova,Asearing lightBesidewhich the sun is soft shade,Anattention w***e failing to elbowItsway into the spotlight of her smile.Youstare like a surgeon evaluatingTheremains of his love life onamorgue table.“Inthe end, what could be done? I tried.”Yeah,you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/1994563/ On a perfect Earth,I pick tooth-splinters from my knucklesAnd breathe black my rage,Sending it chorusing down his throatWith every cracked, mad cackle,Splitting each hair on edge untilI fill his pores with my lustFor emptiness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/1943820/ Layer by layer, I want to fold inward,A maze of muscle and heartMade violent to navigate,My Gordian knot uncutAnd sheathed, blown awayFrom where you can't reach.Layer by layer,My star wrapped in snow,UndisturbedBut for the track-marksTracing my hide,My swirling core untouched,My substance a sec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/1938577/ It slashed my paper-reality,Leaving it billowingIn the fragrant windThat was her breath,Imagined or not,My walls crumbled before it,And with one simple questionShe stirred the dreamerFrom his long cold coma.From chilled ash flewFresh, free desire,A burn rekindledWhere I never thoughtTo feel such a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/1934630/ There's something inside you,It's right in there,Beating its vibrancyinto my goosebumps,Breathing deep the lifeit steals from my lungs.That beauty, it sucks my air,A formless innocence,Some brilliant purity,Radiant in the simplicityit lays before me,Stretched along the lengthof the sheets settled be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/1922704/ That hollow betweenmy eyes singsa whisper of shame,Of some better timethat heldmy soul transfixedAnd bound,mercifully, to the handsthat cradled it,baby-gentle,With softness andcare.Her voice wasinfected, but no diseasecould’ve beensweeterThan the one that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/1921167/ Relaxation is the pitter-patOf soft drums,The tremolo of strings and theVibrato of angel-beaks, wagglingIn tongues long lost to English ears--If God ever found home inThe rain, he would have long abandoned this place,Held, once, between aching fingersIn unsteady sacrifice,A lamb for our deprivations.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/981073/ P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }The light grew green-slick, neon,Like moss on a window's ledge--those slippery footfalls,Silent as feline dreams of soft mice--Those bars, like our zoo, they keep us from gettingClose to the monsters, but allplacateOur neighborly others by bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/976279/ The year's first tears have flown free now,But only for the moment they soak,In a spiraled free fall,The avalanche of dead leaves.That one last trophy of winter's Fading desolation, matted like kinked hairThat twist 'round the lonely pairOf emerald isles, lost,Just beyond the taiga's birth.I offer a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/949232/ I'm in love with the trees and bees,The wild things and the growingThings, the smells of Hidden Ohio,Lost in our mist-myths, beyondThe reach of palms that twitchAcross ancient, twisted hulks of bark;A bosom full of hollow Autumn songs,Hot summer winds.The corn, it hints atThe end of seasons and whis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/936607/ There are crocodile tearsSpoiling a sea of melodrama.It scrawls art along the edgesOf pincers, it murmurs "Revolution!"Under the waggling tonguesOf algae.  Sacred or not; Profane?Perhaps, but the coral crumblesAnd the vents rumbleTo motions of my devil waltzingWith your demon.The world may end .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/859349/ To some,Divinity is forty pounds of C-4,Strapped like daughters' armsTo an electric chair, wrapped inLove with a gift basket,Return to sender. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/840621/ My heathen heart beats its rhythm againstThe supermassive black hole at the centerOf my swirling masses, My soul's sinking warshipOf a home.Infinity has no grasp onThe lines that'll growIn a face witheredBy snow--Oblivion! It's one road to wonder,But with your starlit eyes Hungrily devouring all I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/809495/ My silence, a wordless murmur ofThe tongue-less, a lack of wordsWith a lack of revelation, swayingA rthymic dance of knives.I tell you this.My silence is violence.A superluminal barrage of Past's images,Flanking what remains of my dirge-boundConsiousness.A shock 'n awe bleatin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/782991/ A twenty-two year hop-scotch leapFeet first into Hell--feet f*****g first.It all started with one step, a single baby-thinStep on the path laid before theBastard son of alcoholic, war-lovin'Dickhead hicks.My yellow brick road wasPaved with good intent,Each cobblestone a dedication,Each step optimize.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/764729/ This and that. A relatively random flow of words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/739108/ The wind-breath murmurs silent,Gasping sincere lullabies, calculated and cruel,The primordial heartbeat a constant tuneOn the eardrums of a manToo far from home.With "Welcome!" floor mats, silver-polishedRefrigerator handles, perhaps a woman,Perhaps a man, but always someone,Somewhere, awaiting the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/734016/ "The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." - John Milton http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/721639/ Rant, rantity, rant-rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/720155/ Exaequo Exequo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/720082/ Her venomous words lick the innocentShells of strangersAs we sit as stone, simply stoned,Like eggs melting on the pavementOf a good Friday-fry-fest.Her snake's tongue flicks at the innocentShells of strangers, with anUnrelenting aggression against theGod that made her so ugly,So f****n' ugly--Spawne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/713517/ Hello, old friend, it's been a long time,Though that mountain I've declined to climb,Noting only the passage of foot tapsAnd the clock's chime.Paths of clouds, I'm sad to say, formThe baths of rainWhich ease the dull grayPolluting my soul's play.And so, you see, I have not forgotten, The hand rememb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/711198/ You say that I am a wreck,Only living to be living,A train-wreck, no purpose or place,A burden to all I fall upon,Bruising immaculate shoulders,Ruining your lovely lives and lies."Grow up," you tell me, "grow up,Spread your wingsAnd get the f**k out of Dodge,"Our vulgar, Appalachian homeSmothered by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/709568/ A small poem I wrote the other day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/705129/ I mixed up three older poems of mine into one. They had similar themes so I figured it'd work out, but, well, it's mostly nonsense now. =P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/703564/ The weather freaking sucks outside. So...I figured I'd write a poem on it. =P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/702071/ The void can be defined in my barcode soulBy the Big Man behind the desk, all-smiles,With an eye for personalityAnd a mind for curiosity--a shark's pocketFilled by the money of the repressed,Depressed, and the not-so-blessed.We children name everything we see,From life, to trees, to that whichDwells.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/700056/ Like children we laugh, our voicesLike rusty motes through slitted light-beams.We laugh as Nero laughed,Each guffaw a tribute, eachStrum and note a dedication.As Rome falls, we giggle,Huddling together, hiding together,Naked before older eyes andAncient tongues that waggle and berate.We graffiti our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/696588/ I woke up in the full-swing of a hangover around 6:00 AM. This is apparently what I wrote. And so...I post it here. xD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/693381/ The heart has a mind of its own,And can yearn as the sandyearns for the tide,A crash, sublime, ferocious.Clockwork.Like fingerless hands searchingFor hand-holds in another's.The light without the dark,An illumination of sweet souls thatWhimper and swayUnder the distant coldThat murmur their silenceI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/692542/ Just a random poem for today. Had a loose aim at the beginning, but as it continued it lost any semblance of form and focus and wound up concerning a situation my father went through in Baghdad, Iraq. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/691899/ Somewhat of a hippie poem, if taken the right way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/691489/ Still is the empty grave,Now that I have gone.Purest was what I gave,To see my flesh undone.The worms will dally long,Eager for another love.That is where I belong,But I am set above.The walls smelled of musk,With arms of morbid lust.Pale faces that wait for duskRaise prayers to gods of dust.The cof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/685717/ An inspired poem, a tribute...of sorts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/683294/ Around the bushes we race,Laughing and chasing those last glimmers of hope.Sweet little innocents, unaware, stupidly unaware.Living life to the fullest, and fullest is finest.To children,To whom these things never matter.And as night creeps ever on,Nearing gentle borders of felicity,We grow, sprouti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/682738/ My life is disgusting.The words I speak are phantasmal,They are tremors in a gentle breeze.Ideas and machinations doomed to fail,As soon as they abandon me.Simple things.Things that fade and flutter,A heart-line peaking it's last rise,Gently rolling to an end.Ever so softly, as that last gleam aband.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/682737/ Deem my doom,A deviance among plotted courses,Detrimental decay,Holiest of homes,House in hives of humanity.-Sight without eyes,Piercing meandering blues,You can't walking through mirrors,But you can kiss them.-Our days of divinity,They sway like lost men,Before it came to me,Whispered in lost wind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/682735/ In a week,The long road goes ever on,It's the curvature I dread.But as far as I have gone,Still I recall the words said.I cannot remember,While I cannot forgetThe precise cause for that exit,I know there is something,Something, somewhere,That made me ugly or unfit.In two,The track turns to the next .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/682724/ This is about the sort of "false" promises that modern American society, culture, and life makes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chubzitruffle/682721/