http://slow.writerscafe.org/Brokenpoet The original writings of author Zane Mathias en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776141841 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Scattered thoughts Twisted wills Bound in hatred He writes with his quillWhen did it startWhere did it end The battered souls At loves endTorn by dutyWriped by guiltBound in familiarity Unhinged by different wills.The battlefield of loveAgainst the disabled hands of time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/2164602/ over 10 years ago a I found solice in the kindness of a member here and we lost touch. While many members here including MS Burn helped me through a tough time I found myself back 12 years ago strdf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/2145930/ After you lay in darkness and silence reflecting you realize that the silence knows you better than you know yourself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1953458/ With every fiber of my being I fear what I am about to write, For once written, immortalized forever through time.What these words shall meanTo my heart divided.No longer do I feel,No longer can I see,Life is but a fog As I walk through the forestThe trees, Trees dead from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1706568/ I have been away for some time now, and now i do not know who staires back at me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1701915/ first chapter of the main time stream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1248459/ Prelude 　Two Demons Released from hell,Released by two who had dwelled,Deep upon the Darkened circles,they Spewed there blood and Whored the Serpent,Their plot of revenge, their plot of Vengeance,Came to a halt whenRights of first born turned there penances,they ran and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1239937/ Vengeance Isle of Meloon By Zane Mathias     　　"And do not Fear he who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather Fear him who can destroy both the soul and body in hell."♱Matthew: 10:28♱ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1239914/ the offical first book in the Vengeance series. The story takes place in a place call Iris Point, a town cured by the lady Meloon. i will take you through this town to uncover its secrets and truths. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1239359/ Written after some unfortunate events! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1054201/ I hide behind this Quill-This Masquerade, with jade eyes, tethered wings- The blood stainedcharadeWith deviled games and marks of beauty,once lived a lie though now vanity overpurity-the line was drawn to now I've crossedover into loneliness's seclusion, with myjar of heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1039638/ a small verse from the story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1026925/ The year is 1696 in a town called Iris Point and it resided on the far contry sides of England. The town is ruled by three families Myers farming, Vander Brooks controles the lumber, Meloons Fishing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/1026890/ Back to Black My heart has sung,In & out my mind numbed from the malpractice of the sermans tongue there is no sin greater than another to their aim retracted when in need of funds,changing faces, cooking books to damn another, silver bullets to be slung,Back to Black Child.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/828448/ In & out, back to blackPassing time,these growing obsessionsengrossed from my past indulgence & aggression,Where am I my thoughts fly high as I disapate into the night, I am a doubting thomas the pinnicall of Dispise,for I once followed rosy lines of conviction and Saints.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/828186/ Insidious http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/788429/ This is apart of the Asylum Collection. part one and two have been combined. www.TheChthonicKigdom.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/781053/ More Than ThisWritten by: B.P.First love - a passionate fire The skies cried as the Gods did envy The humans ask why Why do they live in sin He burned a hole in the map along the way Lost in darkness will he ever be the same Is this all, all they ever wereCan he say he loved enough to hurt Is there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/734459/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/734458/ Forgive me father for I have sinnedIt has been a century since my last confessionI played the parts- my mind at war,The dope  show playingLike a broken record from Poes evermore,I just shot up I need this confession  I loved feeling filthy- filthy and whoredI sold myself-my soul-sold all m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/700413/ My blood flows From my heart to the tip of my so called unrighteous pen  Due to my hate and despise that has caused the Impending drought of my mind, Slow and steady I have made My way through the valley of shadow and death &I shall always fear for they invoke the Wraith of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/628467/ The Demon of lust and envey now journies into hell to face his punishment for showing Mercy on a sinner! will this be the dimise of our villinious hero or the rebirth? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/607455/ I called- no one’s there,Like God who crumples up and throws out my prays The list I run Thought numb the digital age The community at my fingers Still I wonder alone in pain. I called you weren’t there Unlike the drugs coursing in my veins You disown me The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/575098/ Chapter 9      Dear journal today is the fifth of June in the year of our lord fourteen hundred and fifty. I have kept on meet Jacques in the woods every night. Since then we did not speak, he just held me close to his heart. The rhythm of his heart always made me feel s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/569001/ Thus far all is going as planned, Tittuba seems to be a little problem but nothing that I can't just Iron out at a later time. All though it amazes me that she is such a powerful little witch at such a young age being able to vanquish me to another area and barley flinching amazed even me after al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/568999/ I arrived at Tittuba's quarters. She was sitting on her bed folding clothes, I circled above her chanting incantations that should have made her a puppet to my will. This harlot is unaffected by my powers. I wonder if she can... the all of a sudden she spoke "see you" yes I can and call me a harlo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/568998/ People of Salem we are living in Dark times. A middle aged man name Samuel Parris bellowed in the towns church. God said "Look to the heavens for answers" and my friends theses past weeks the heavens have been grim looking. The winds of chaos are upon us. I feel great evil at foot here in our town.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/568995/ Powder, powder threw my straw Who’s the highest of them all Molest my nose till it’s raw Mr. Mortar crush crush yummy yummy The tinge in my teeth the Grinch’s Smile  Makes my eyes glazed and senses Strung a relaxing sensation A sexual draw. The de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/560095/ A thought- A notion, A feeble existence,Broken my mind it’s never ending- A failure my flaws Are overwhelming,I love and hate them My bipolar aggression. Thoughts & notions Ways the scales, My mind barley functioning Failures running in my head, From work undon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/557402/ Chapter three     Little did Abigail know I watched over her every night but not for her sake but mine. She is my key- my goal, and maybe my last chance in this century to leave my mark on history. Time was against me in a fast progressive world. This age witchcraft and the hang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551675/ Chapter fiveDiary  Dear journal today is the twenty sixth of May in the year of our lord fourteen hundred and fifty. I have seen him once more. Under the pale lights of mother moon. He Laid there stroking at my hair ever so gently as my head rested on his chest. Though he was a demon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551670/ Chapter Four    Abigail now with doubt in mind is questioning my motives now and I can not have that happen. My plan is so close to making history- To leave my mark in history. I had to go to her once again. Abigail I whispered in her ear whilst she slept trying not to startle h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551668/ Quick breaths, hard beats in my chest, Nerves shot Used in vain, to be battered- Battered to soot and ash Broken into nothing, into an outcast Frozen are my breaths it’s harder to breathe Mental clarity gone &Now bleeding onto these pages. Heart Pounding, my anger .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551615/ Chapter two    Before I continue about the life and Death of Abigail Williams and the other twenty seven deaths that was caused by her weak willed treachery I feel that I must tell you how Witch Burnings came to be and how I the Demon of Lust and Envy is the soul cause the whisper in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551514/ Chapter one Our story begins in Salem with a young Girl named Abigail Williams. I am sure at this point in time every one has heard the stories of her treachery and how the acts that she committed ring through time and stand out in your history books of half truths. The story of Abigail Will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551513/               Prelude Innocence the moral fiber of their society in a time of conceded minds clouded with dilutions of emasculate conceptions and high depositions of resurrections; a time were different would get ones s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551511/ PreludeInnocence the moral fiber of their society in a time of conceded minds clouded with dilutions of emasculate conceptions and high depositions of resurrections; a time were different would get ones self killed "hanged or burned". At this point you mustn't have to wonder how easy it was fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/551510/ I cut out what was no longer working. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/543948/ ---I LET MY SELF DOWN- SOMETIMES I HATE MY OWN SKIN disapointment and shame i feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/542170/ I am the worst kind of man,I sin to feel filthy, my soul dank & dirty,yet full of pulchritude- the pope cries repent I do in my own way,I cut to drink the wine,I drink there for i am The right hand of the fallen man,          &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/535227/ Scars on the sleeves of your soul Of the bent and broken memories Your mind cannot console, Of a missing love a deep compassion Lingering year to year, Makes harder the passing. Scared soul on which has bled Of the faint yet potent memoriesYet nor ever to forget,  Benea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/521879/ Message from Zane Zane: And I loved himTruly with all my heart Till the end of his natural life.. (   )O O X http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/514908/ The Beautiful Suicide   So here I am looking over this city of my Birth, Death and rebirth with the sound or cars rushing by and the city lights cascading against the moon light waters, it is three am the few cars on the road have stopped at the peak of the bridge yelling meaningless l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/514906/ Good ByeDear Acquaintance:     To all I wish to thank you, everyone who is getting this message has influenced my life- changed each day. My heart morns for you all because you all are very shallow beings, I learned from you and in becoming shallow like you I lost apart o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/514905/ The Blackest of Nights What you need asked a man in the back allies of baltimore, two eight balls, XTC,Perc's, s**t man you trying to kill yourself, If I wanted to kill myself I would have months ago, Dude just be careful you my best customer. I went from drug to drug and in each courses .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/514903/   Shades of gray loomed my eyes, What the f**k is going on "knowing what damn well was going on.  How the f**k could you, I shouted as he stumbled to the ground, I tried to hold myself together but a dark veil covered my body like the slow motion that I felt the day I came out my words I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/514902/ On this night of the gypsies moonA death imbedded on the darkness of my soulAs the devils wine eludes my human mold Like a drug it picked me up Just to let me down Leaving me on the most auspicious of groundNever before lay a tear nor frownBut on this night both have manifested .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/514824/   That night I shared a bed with a man for the first time in 6 years, it felt so natural my heart for once in my life did not feel broken it not beat a broken beat, we talked for the better part of that morning.  We talked about our life and the good and bad of things. His name was Zane he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/504924/   The walls that surrounded me are blown down the truth that laid behind the masks that which is now shattered  is out in the open and my soul unleashed form its conformed state, the yelling and screaming I just could not handle, they loved me until it is not convent. I felt like life has .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/504918/ Walking to Suicide Written by: B.P.Beneath the masks The poet loomsWriting his gloom's The heart of a broken To be unleashed & Spread his doomThrough the walk of life Is his walk to suicide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenpoet/504900/