http://slow.writerscafe.org/EMG The original writings of author EMG en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776378613 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The night was growing older by the second and I was nothaving much fun. It was very dark out, a winter’s night dark; a cold andferocious wind was picking up, scooping the leaves of the cracked grey sidewalkand smashing them into my ankles as I walked. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1006886/ Like a bird she spread her evil wings and left me hereShe goes to settle down with another bird for nowHer last words still pierce my heart like a spearI was left in the nest wondering “how”?All I could manage was a single tear,That r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005391/ I dreamt I livedin a tree houseThat I had noworries, no knowledge of the worldOur wars werefought with water balloons Religion wassomething grown ups did on Sundays, And governmentwas some big house that had a round officeSchool had tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005390/ Sitting insilenceThe rev of theengine is my only music.My cabin is dark.An occasionalred tint slashes across my face.My hand is firmon the wheel The othercradles the stick.Both feet are inperfect harmony, clutch and gasMy eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005389/ Karma is toperfect a concept for the world we live inThe weak andpoor are crushed under the manicured toesThe beast of avarice rears its ugly headOnly to begreeted as a friend by those who seek the foul treasuresMoney is coalfor the fire of g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005388/ My room was dark. Good I thought. I like the dark. Theabsence of light stimulated my brain. My heart was heavy. I had another fallingdream. Same old s**t. O f**k my head started to pound. The hangover had creptup on me. Hammers struck my temples.  Agurg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005387/ I can draw youeye What? I said ina voice o’ so shy I can draw youreye;Let me spy intothat eyeAnd draw allthat I see go by So I sat uponthe stoolAnd let this oldfool gaze into my eye .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005386/  Like a bird shespreads her evil wings and leaves me hereShe goes tosettle down with another bird now.Her last wordsstill pierce my heart like a spear,I was left inthe nest wondering “how”?All I couldmanage was a single.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005385/ Thefowl stench of homeI blamemy upbringing for what I’ve doneOrhaven’t done.My dad,doesn’t know what a complaint is. The wardidn’t help.Putvoices in my headVividimages paint the back of my eyelid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005380/ I.A mountain approaches, Iknow we cannot passMy hand grips yours; tight,fingers interlocked Our steps crescendo up therocky faceWe have reached the summit!Yet, something is wrongOur hands slip, I turnYour face flashes to fearI see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005377/ Inhale,the ocean of smoke washes over meMy skin,my mind, all tingle with pure bliss.Sound,music light, all appear bright and free.Thegoddess of smoke gives me her kiss,Thendrifts up to the heavens with mute grace.Shebestows upon m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EMG/1005373/