http://slow.writerscafe.org/Traveling_Soul42 The original writings of author Kait en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776100465 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A little toned down from my last one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1325690/ I'm the victim of a partner with Sex Addiction. Love your comments, thanks for the support http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1322389/ Even the evergreens,tall and majestic; blushed out of existencebefore the empty-eyed public noticed;too busy walking + talking & driving and listeningto artificial music, blastingwhen one day all of the trees, down to the smallest weedsank through the cracked pavement, retreatingmiles beneath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1200758/ Of all the words that ring in my mind,'remedy' chimes the sweetest;Poetry helps my soul survive;prose, verse and rhymeseduce emotion across the neurological divide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1191890/ This is part of a larger work that is still being edited. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1182899/ Do you every think about the rain?Where has it been; it’s all recycled.Possibly dropped off Renaissance roof tops,streaked down the smooth surface of Ramsey’s pyramid,caressed the faces of innumerable royals anddynasties worth of empires.Now, fallen from some random cloud,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1178275/ (Red)emption http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1169161/ Killing with Kindness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1169154/ The Arrangement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1169142/ Remorse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1169115/ What's Love Got To Do With It? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1169095/ Juliette & April. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1169094/ Vampire Lesbian http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1169091/ Written after a dream I shared with my 14-16th century spirit guide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1152826/ 'Valentine's Day is a curious place' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1152823/ I wrote this in response to a picture of a forest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1152819/ For the Missing Piece of myAching Heart:In some distant dimension She is waiting,perhaps at this very moment we are happy,sinking into each other’s embrace &lingering in love, dismissing this lonelier time andplace; the present is then and the past is now, eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1126667/ What a time to be alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1088884/ I wish that I were simple minded.I wish that I could be satisfied with myself.I wish that I had some sense of calm,the acid has been eating at me for far too long,digesting my intestines over glances and sly remarks,a broken record .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1075728/ wish to crumple the paper and ring out the ink so to drain the words from the page for a chance to escapeto an earlier time, when history wasn't written, it was lived. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1072234/ Walking home from school on a cold November day in the autumn of my college life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1068700/ A plague affecting both men and women in our modern society. Anorexia, Bulimia, self-harm, etc. have proved to be demons in my life and I am on a mission to exploit them, for cathartic reasons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1056705/ non-fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1056698/ day 2, and I dont know how to stop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1046370/ Twitching to the tremors of realityFueling the fire with nuclear negativityDistinguishing day and night; it's all the sameMentally checking out, to watch the world in wonderYou are not a participant, only a cynical spectatorAgonizing numbness dissolves Polaroid memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1045785/ We are constantly dying,PreoccupyingOurselves with tasksAnd timeTo lose the scentOf rotting fleshAs it lazily wafts by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1045745/ "Make the reader sympathetic to the murderer." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1038783/ I awoke to the rusted sun shining through a 6 foot tall window. Myeye lids struggled to stay shut, but were shrinking away from each otheras neurons jumped and revived. A tall shadow crept in front of the rays melting away my catatonic state; a dark figure makes itself k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1038127/ Is there a particular person in your family whom you feel in conflict? write a poem in that person’s voice, describing the relationship between you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1034469/ As you walk into the open room you will see seats placed around small tables.Each table has a 5"x7" stationary index card and a pen. You can write a "good-bye note" or anything you wish. They will all be placed in an envelope and put at the foot of my casket.Music will be playing in the background t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1021983/ Tribute to William Blake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1021673/ "Why don't you write tonight?"'My head is full of grieffrom all the saddening tales for sure resent to speak'"Why don't you write tonight, maybe your head will clear?"'No matter how many clicks of the keysmy head will always be fill with 10 ton memoriesto densely rooted to cease'"Why don't you write.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1020228/ Seeing your long deceased lover at a funeral, would you remember? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1016810/ He’ll f**k you good, but I’ll f**k you better. Understandingthe need that you need, I believe we can make the most beautiful song ever. Breathing when you breathe and holding whenyou squeeze, maintain through and pull when it is near, you break down as thecrash comes, releasing th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1013880/ Edgar Allan Poe inspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1013195/ I love youBut I don't know what to doOf all the people in the worldWhy did my soul choose youTri-eyes widenScreaming with empathyAwaken all senses;To swim through the longest seaOr climb the tallest treeAll my energy would never ceaseUntil I found another of thee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1012955/ Lyrics that came to mind when I was driving one day. Feeling really reckless and upset "Bleed so you know you're alive", that's truly the only way we can know we are living. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1007691/ Tribute to Ray Bradbury 8-22-20~6/5/2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1003260/ An opaque beam of humming lighthovered in the darkness held in a mind numbingly silent and dreary room. The shell of a woman lay,broken in spiritas she stared at her descendant withpain.  I felt the sting in her tired eyes,the torture of her labored brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1002308/ “The most beautiful part of a woman is her eyes because they are the windows to her soul” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1002205/ souls finding their assumed 'missing forever' piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1002169/ Color-grapheme synesthesia is the most common type of Synesthesia, however, my colors are projected out onto the page. Take a look for yourself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1002153/ The wretchedness ofits kindKnown only because ofthose who speak their mind FLAUNTBy controlling thefaint of heart with literatureWe closet the banter fortheir benefit“Keep it to yourself”;for they have theirs and you have yours FAITHBombard the sen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1002151/ The nights’ air was just crispenough for a mind to wander into the depths of the subconscious withoutreservation. A girl, whose reality had turned upside down, was looking for apeaceful escape, a space between spaces.  When her eyes closed she would imagine walkingbackwards unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1002138/ Grandma- 11-29-11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Traveling_Soul42/1002118/