Conor Matthews

Joined May 2021

213 stories

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Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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Cold Beds
Come to bed my love, And reintroduce me, To the man I married, All those years ago. Lie with your wife, Embrace our devotion,
By Conor Matthews12 months ago in Poets
Poppy
There are never enough seconds, Never enough kisses, Never enough love, To empty out the grief and pain of losing. Losing friendship,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
You Won!
Congratulations! You won a game, You’ll never play again; You must be so proud, So selfish. It must feel great, To win by damning;
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
The Devil Called John Brown. Top Story - March 2025.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is written from the perspective of a Southerner character. I don't condone their viewpoint. Yes, I do feel like I have to clarify this; this is the Internet and irony is dead, apparently. Enjoy.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
A Dress
A fraying thread, Presenting for notice, Hangs from the stitch, Woolly, fraught, and red. A dress of some age, Bought years ago,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Of Great Cities
There is a story of a cart, Shambling and rocking, Across a parched path, Outside the gates of a city; A once great city.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
The One Good Thing About Trump
He’s honest. It sounds like the punchline to a joke, doesn’t it? Yes, he might be a manipulative, exploitive, opportunistic liar and conman who’s made a living off a reputation he didn’t build, only to flip-flop, backtracked, minimise, and pitifully excuse ever miniscule attempt at a cohesive character with even a shred of dignity he’s ever tried, but at least he’s honest about it!
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in The Swamp
Lent
There are calls in the night, For women and men who’ve never existed, Not least in beds I’ve warmed, Yet there are yearnings,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Into Voids
Remember, You can not see, The fortune that awaits, No matter how laborious, You slave to secure. You are not to know,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Dictator Perpetuo
All hail Caesar, So mighty in all his glory. Bow and kneel, Before the hero of myth and story. Come and greet, The victor at the gates.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Take Your Place
You are a beauty not of love nor lust but yearning, But of those who deserved to be free, But needed to struggle for that given.
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Speech
What is the difference, Between you and the mad? How are your fears better, Than the desperate and sad? You have every right to speak,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets