http://slow.writerscafe.org/Austin_Meehan The original writings of author Austin_Meehan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012897 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My First Chorus(Verse I)How do you express that you finally give a f**k?That you hope there’s more than half in your cupThat maybe it’s getting better, I’m talking ‘bout luckMaybe things are, maybe they’re looking upYour heart is being glued togetherShe’s the one,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2089832/ What Could’ve BeenI wanted to be a star sailor.I had dreams of riding comets,exploring strange blue planets,and watching diamonds rain.But now the sky is gray.The shower tastes like saltand I’m watching what I could have beenspiral down the drain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2088175/ Astronomy Unexplainedwhen does the night become us?at what moment is the soul raised to the sky? death, say someand some ask whythe stars are dead,and because we watch them miles and miles from where they restwe are still fascinated by these flames that hang in shapes and forms that make up our nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2088173/ I’m No Artist (I’m No Poet Pt. 2)artists are oftenbroken peopleusing the fragments of themselvesto create something newand althoughbeing healed feels so completesometimes i want to be broken againsometimes i want open woundsso i can use the bloodto paint sunsetsso i can use the torn off .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2088172/ Persistenceyour love runs dryit always rainsyou’re the reason for my worst daysthe blues I choosethe shades of grayyou paint the sky on my darkest days I hate you mostbut I hate the way you’re still the sunon my perfect days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2088171/ NaiveteI neverAsked for thisBrokenHeartBut I guess you tookMy open armsAnd blind faithAs an invitationTo do so.I neverWas who youWantedMeTo be but heyI can't be anybody elseI'm too niceToo compassionate toTell youNo.I neverThought that itWould comeTo thisEpic unfurling of dramaticEvents that lead to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2083904/ List(less) 1) Loving you was like taking a rusted knife down the skin of my hope,And slowly flaying it, approximately moving it only two inches every three minutes. 2) If I could’ve I would’ve broken your hands, into as many pieces as I possibly could,The moment you wouldn&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2081591/ Not Written In Stone i wrote youa letter every single dayletters to tell youjust how I feel written in neat, curvedwriting i told youjust how sweeti thought you werehow you made my heartglow letters in which i wrotewith various colors of inkpouring out my whole beingto you i wrot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2081589/ PerspectivePerched upon a corporate throne,We march into the great unknown,As wasted words of gossip drone,And steel replaces brick and stone,Soon you’ll find yourself,In crowded streets with a cellular phone,Doing a random strangers bidding.A means to an end they say,As poor men die while ric.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2079034/ IndecisiveQuiet whispers,And thoughtless imaginations,Fulfills the truth,That lies within the heart.The heart beats,And uncontrollable defeats,With anger,And other stuff that contrast,The fears,From damaging and preparing,Itself to one’s peers,That lies still,And speak quiet whispers,In one&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2078011/ Everyday Valorpetal of a withered floweryou dance with such gracethough the wind carried you away,away from your rootsfar from what you’ve traced.oh, how you do iti will never know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2078009/ BurnedWe were dueling with sparksNow we’re juggling with fireFlame still starves in the darkNever beaten or tiredDoesn’t dim with ageIt can’t be blown outStill alive with rageFeeding on your doubtIt doesn’t thinkAnd it can’t feelDriven to the brinkCraving it’s nex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2077169/ EdenAnger is a little boy in a ripped jacketWho plays tag with Stability too close to the edge of a cliff.Confusion is a child with tangled hair and a purple shirt,Who enjoys running circles around Content Turning her flower crowns into razor blades.Depression is a pale girl with the saddest of eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2077168/ Voided Heart So torn betweenTwo mouthsThat I almostWould ratherChoose neither. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2070768/ Suffocating Words are made of water,And memories of smoke.One will fade away with time,And one will make you choke. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2070767/ Wanting to Forget When that specific person calls your nameand you hope it’s not actually you,that’s what wanting to forget feels like. ‘Cause roses are red and violets are blue,I still have no clue why I bled and fell for you,all I know is that I want to forget. When the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2070765/ HushYou’re covering somethingHiding it so patientlyWaiting for the timeTo let it outPainfullyI can see it in your eyesI can sense it when you talkA really bad secretThat you could live without You mask it so wellUntil the blanket gets too hotThe feeling insideYou just want to get outBruis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2070738/ The Way It Is  I guessI’ll love youThe way the sunLoves the moonAnd you Will love me The way the grassLoves the treesPerfectly in syncBut just a little too differentTo ever trulyBe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2070737/ Distance “It’s okay.” I can still feel it,The way your lips touched mine.Without meaning.Without feelings.I missed them.Your kisses.Your attention. My heart. I saw it.The way your eyes drifted to others.Never straying to mine.Never filled with the same spark.Alw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2070736/ Missed (Opportunity)Cuts on my wristsHands curled into fistsWill I even be missed?Leaving a noteI wroteI love you and it wasn’t your fault.That’s a lieI want to die andIt’s partly your fault.But I can’t tell you that so ISit and cryWhy do ILive like this?Will I even be missed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2069663/ I'm No PoetI'm no poetBut I sure sound like one sometimesFrom my grammarTo the misused punctuationI can expressWhat I feelFrom my mindTo white paperPaper is my canvasBrain is the paintPen is my brushAnd the readerThe art criticGo aheadCritique meBut just like a paintingI don't plan on changingWhat y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2068593/ Andromeda Silent flattery’s kiss,Womb of lumens,A touch of images,Thighs of dark stars…Silver moon in a quarter dance,Splice of lifetimes,Back arches in the luminousGlow,Nebulous hair,Forest of galaxies,In a game of light,Backdrops like Aztec hair,Fluorescent serendipity,The words .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2068405/ PoetsDo not listen to the hunting dogsbaying in dark woods, or the blackflies buzzing around in your headremembering long dead friends. Poets have done this beforeand they’ve wandered offalone and unheard of to burythe caul of their own stillborn. Every time I open a bottleof red win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2068404/ Living Like When I was,Just about fourteen years old,I started actually writing.So with that said…… I’m back at it again, mind do loops, I’m going through a bend, wading through a river of blood and all I need is a friend, feeling like I’m sinking, I’m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2067065/ A Broken Record I feel like I’m a broken record,Saying the same things I say everyday,Issuing warnings that they’ve already heard,Just on a constant loop, a constant loop, a constant loop…I wail my pain, trying to speak out to anyone who will listen to my mournful music,But w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2063312/ The Picture On a dusty shelf,is a picture that is tornIt stood out in pure darknessA picture to be bornHis and her face,and nothing moreIt made my face frown,and my own heart soreIf only they could,tell me whyWhy I felt the urge,to sit and cryA memory put to shame?Or something far worse?A pictu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2061558/ The Rose of Days Passed Budding and docile, so it remained,Innocent and radiant,It soaked up the sun and enjoyed the showers of the clouds,The world was so full of life,There were no worries in the world,Until the soil became corrupt,The ground from which it grew suddenly betrayed the rose,From.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2028662/ Pale Style, Mad Pills, and a Hammer  Everything goes from great to mad, like an episode of Breaking BadI think I caught a case of better face the factsThe pace at which I run is a race, but it's like I'm running in placeI just ate a plate of fate, but all I taste is hashThat’s weird,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2028657/ Without Warning You left without warning,Gone to the world in a peaceful needle coma,I didn’t get the call this morning,I got it last night,That way it wouldn’t ruin a brand new day, but a whole damn week,This month, I want it to be over,This year, I need it to go quicker,Today, tod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2027461/ I Don’t Mind The Rain Anymore The simple things like the rain,Don’t bug me anymore,I embrace it now,Cause they all remain the same,The pain, I see the parade beneath those clouds,Getting rained on, Carry on and sing the same songs,Commit to the past and make the same wrongs,I rememb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2023378/ Intro To Pain This is the intro to pain,Why love the past when you can hate the present,Just borrow tomorrow because yesterday is dead,But you still see it, it’s all in your head,It’s the reason your in your bed for 14 hours everyday,Can’t open your eyes, can’t walk away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2020223/ Ti Amo Tossicamente I love you poisonouslyYou’re a drugNot because you’re addictiveBut because I can only have a doseI can only take so muchYou hate me but you love meNeed me because you want me. Our love is painful pleasureWhat we used to call love and hopeAre now simply lust .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2017055/ Mr. Bad Habits  When will the alcohol not be enough,Enough to drown me,Me, afraid of water and of drowning,Drowning, as in losing air, not breathing, sinking,Sinking as in falling,Falling into bad habits or old ways,Old ways bring new habits,New habits means something stronger,Stronger, I wish .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2017034/ Grave Robber Or Soul Protector?  I received a warning one day,If I couldn’t find who I was,I would never control my mind,And I would never be able to erase the bloody mud from my hands,But I could swear when I looked there,Nothing.Clean, there was no blood, no mud, no violence upon my han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2017031/ Let’s Talk Let’s talk,Talk about the time you and I first met,Our eyes locked,Our minds went blank.Speaking into the future,Let’s talk of the times we would lay under the stars,Thinking about our future,Talking about when and whether,The time your air was mine,The time our fla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2017028/ Schatten und Helden  Refuse the breadRefuse the wineAll the flesh and evening’s rushYou will find nothing divineIt’s strange tendencies towards excessCaught in it’s swoonQuite alive and doomedA strange life in the making.Ein seltsames Leben in der Herstellung,verstreut üb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2017027/ Floral Nightmares The flower trees wilting, filling me with the chilling cold eyes of the old dead bodies in the mold, the anxiety’s building, a killing of ourselves, festering molesting me, caressing what’s left of me, on shelves of body parts, life’s no longer blessing me,bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2017025/ Trump hate poem. Enjoy. If ya don't, well, apologies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/2002872/ There is a pattern within the poem and it should be easy to pick up on (the reason for naming it 5-10-5). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/1998933/ Wachet Auf!An ignorant grasp is something like,A disapproving glance,A feeling of being under a sickening trance.Wachet auf!Before you can run off,But they reach out, With that ignorant grasp,That sweet soothing rasp.They have you in such a tight clasp,That your lungs are squeezed and there is no ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/1988096/ A Parnassian PoemMany can be called zoilists,But how many are realists?Idealists? Artists?The dreamers and believers?The optimists and pessimists?Or have we all become senseless?Have we realized,That we don’t need to quomodocunquize so much,That we no longer lead a life?That now materialism wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/1988094/ What Money Can’t BuyIs life the delicate balance of keeping yourself alive?Or is it the difference between a shuffle and a strive?If you understand the likeness,Between vices and a crisis,Can you also believe in the similarity,Between abuse and alcoholism?Foolishness and wisdom?Can you hear wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/1988093/ The bodies of war get thrown together and mashed,All lives, separated and slashed,The floor littered with flesh, casings, and ash. The screams of men, of mortars, of rifles and hand guns.You forget, these are our American sons. The gunshots that silence all thoughts,Sound almost like a thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Austin_Meehan/1969298/