http://slow.writerscafe.org/brex0101 The original writings of author John B. Bolling en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333561 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Imagined despair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/1073990/ 11/15/11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/829696/ 11/07/11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/829687/ 10-29-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/638958/ 11-11-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/638951/ 11-16-10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/638948/ 11-17-10 There is a point where our ideas must become something tangible if they are ever to mean anything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/638946/ 11-24-2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/638944/ Sometimes we let the worst events in life define who we are and choose for us who we become. This is a reflection on one such event in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/607506/ A very short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/598819/ 10/30/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/593615/ 08/05/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/589473/ 04/14/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/574694/ 05/09/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/574691/ 04/12/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/574688/ 04/03/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/574686/ 02/24/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/536124/ 03/01/10. A reminder that there is a fine line between control and despair. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/536123/ 02/26/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/536122/ 03/29/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/536119/ 04/02/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/536118/ 04/14/10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/536116/ The tyranny of hope Political campaignThe unstable elopeA partisan last stand Forget promisesPoliticos renege Dire circumstancesPoor shiver and beg Lost democracyPower is consumingBlind eye fantasyCorruption booming The tyranny of rotMagnate of the rott.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/511317/ August 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/494608/ Pain rages inside of meTeeth gnawing at my soulRiddled with holesA sharp-edge poker raked through coals ignites meThe burning festersSmoldering ash and tinderI'm a blenderA concoction of crushed dreams and lukewarm nightmaresThey are never that badNot enough to wake me up, anyway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/492582/ 10/15/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/475506/ 10/26/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/475503/ 06/06/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/464764/ 07/24/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/464723/ 10/10/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/464701/ 07/07/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/464695/ 07/04/09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/464694/ 06-26-09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/464690/ So many promises I could hardly contain,Bright light left a sunburn like a stain.Every day the light of hope slowly wanes,Chances, I took many, with so much to gain.The next letdown may be the one I can't sustain,The last cloud to form before the rain.All efforts have resulted in a defea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461352/ Where life shimmered is now dim and cold,The loss of senses that once provided balance,Have brought this dilapidated mind crashing,An epic collapse into the endless abyss,One more story never told.My mind in collapse,My heart went cold.My soul now trapped,My body to erode.Where tid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461351/ My hand turns the knob as my foot slips past the door,A trumpeted creak flashes through the shadowed hall.The path to escape is mired in a tired retribution,An army of roaches emanates from cracks in the wall.Between the lines of concubines and sinners I stand,Unsure if either could embrac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461350/ You might think living is a kind of wish,The sun shining brightly upon pale skin.Another's hand and mine so gently entwined,Hair blowing like ocean waves in the wind.But inside of me burns a desire inescapable,A demonic possession of fire burns all cognition.While I may be more than capa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461349/ Melancholy springs forth into a fortnight massacre,A common disaster for those whose minds misfire.Summer doldrums turn into fierce hurricanes,The insane are dreamers with nothing to aspire.Fortuitousness begets desire insipid,Perverse enchantment and speculation.Inquisition can only cre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461347/ I found the solution that quenches the fires,The imaginary ideations and foolish desires.It is a substance that needs no glass to conform,Its shape is round and solid is its form.They soothe my mind and calm my nerves,They take away the feelings I don't deserve.They bring me comfort on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461346/ Days turn to weeks and months into years,But time cannot make the impenetrable clear.Surely it can ease the intensity of guilt,But it cannot revive the flower that wilts.Memories forgotten are not seminal,In fact they never were memories at all.Memories exist as long as we remember,Onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461344/ Today began with the possibility of sunlight,A new opportunity to create my magnum opus.The dawn is breaking, breathtaking and steady,A presence as calming as the ocean breeze.Then clouds roll through like a battalion,Ready to bombard the soil with bombs of water.All of a sudden my oppor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461343/ Cried for the sun when the clouds brought rain, even though I never wanted to see the sun again.I never understood my own mass confusion, the thoughts of a maniac bordering delusion.Asleep at the wheel with a cliff straight ahead, awaken in a cold sweat in the comfort of my bed.Came look.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461342/ May deep waters carry you home,May the heavens surround you in the moon's crescent gaze.Let not tumultuous seas burden you,Nor permit shooting stars set your vessel into a fiery blaze.Always remember the pleasant breeze,It came in the summer to relieve you from the humid haze.The hand th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461340/ The lump of dirt connecting root and the flower,Surely such power has ne'er been wielded by something so miniscule.Is it cruel to force disconnect from a unified being?To diverge a working force into unsustainable components?It is an unfortunate circumstance of existence;We live as brillia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/461338/ Once upon a timeThere was a room where I would goHoping to forget myself for a little whileI wanted to mask the colors that showWhy I was never able to hold a smileThen I heard footstepsI closed the door and turned off the lightsTrying to disguise myself until it ceasedBut I felt c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/407596/ Fortified memories in a brilliant enclaveA field of roses surrounds a barren grave Romance whirlwind and full of promiseOnly to disappear in a solvent abyss A rectangle composed of oak and pineThe path of least resistance is serpentineAvoid challenges and faulty assumptionsIgnorance is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/402823/ Optimism has always betrayed meAllowing fear to breach my defensesFalse hopes and desires played meNow floating in a state of suspenseI could never understand happinessIf I knew it existed I would panicMy fear of failing ever more intenseBordering delusion until I turn manicSo open u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/402822/ Every year I start to wonderIf there is an end to this charadeSo many comical blundersA clumsy confetti-filled paradeReady to cross the thresholdProceed into the great unknownReady to do what I’m toldUntil I master the art of being alone These hands have held loversMy arms ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/399198/ While there is a discrepancyBetween right and realityIt is no reason to be worriedNo justification to fearFor the day will soon comeWhen I disappear Way beneath the gallowsSwathed in a ghoulish glowIt is not a source of alarm No reason for frightFor death greets everyone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/389487/ Stars hide in clouds as I drift off to dreamThese days nothing is ever as it seemsEntwined with another but still aloneHappiness will never be mine to ownI may watch it stream across the night sky See it twinkle inside a lover’s eyeLike time it will vanish without a traceA vapori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brex0101/366979/