http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamithPich The original writings of author Samith Pich en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011591 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Enjoy your goals as well as your progress in attaining them. Enjoy the striving and the moment on the pinnacle.Enjoy letting them go like a friend who walked with you a while and must now go home.Enjoy looking back at them with fondness as if it was ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/2769418/ its about yearning http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/2766229/ i don't know where this came from, part performance part confession http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/2765723/ a work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/2765718/ It's been a very long while. A new poem, an old feeling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/2763978/ Without you -Where would I go in the city in which Iloved you?Summer, winter and spring would have nohope.Who would I turn to under the bridges ofour embrace?When the music of your fingers leaves notrace.The fabric of our lives lie like a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/802668/ as the day drew to a closean usher switches his capsstarts cleaning the aisles in an empty theatrebefore the wailing of sirenscrashing against the city wallsthe barbarians howlingtrembling jars clink like bellsthe fireflies inside themo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/786384/ In meIs a lakeIn a doveIn a cupIs a ringInside a ringIs a promiseIn a movementIn a scarIn a bowlIn the long winding pastIn a bookInside NoahIs an ArkAnd a laughAnd a colourInside greenIn a humungous treeIs a keyIn a lock.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/767781/ faded like the memory of springfaded like the crust on my heartfaded like a season of jeans,pay tv and take awaythe gloss on your fingersturning off the light duplicated like a week of breakfaststunned like a father’s speechwounded like love never l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/767070/ Sometimes you need a reminder that you're OK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/767065/ What would happen if men could not grow? Would it be a Peter pan fantasy land...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/767062/  1. declaration blue blue skyI have no worriesI have love! 2. look there is a sparklein your eyes, sparkling againsta sparkle in mine 3. smile your smile shineslike a  dazzling sunwarming me 4. kiss lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/342624/ For Iris. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/340608/ writing life from a bus is an interesting past time, between getting jobs and an eventual car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/310682/ pretty self explanatory lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/309864/ this was originally a different poem called 'the delicious dance' about the unexpected moment of reciprication. then in the editiing process it became harder, edgier and gutsier. how do u think they compare? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/304350/ I imagined my present feelings multiplied by hundred, and the actions of a man who felt helpless against them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/303830/  no one said we had to be perfectyet here I amwatching romantic indie filmswith no narrative, instrumental folk sound music, & fucked up endings.I’m drawing you againbefore the light goes& you’ve been crying & we’ve just made love& I heave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/291539/ we learn to live months like thisrooms kept/ unkempt & unused.hot & cold, luke warm & coollike a tapeworm. in the morningI wake up almost violently, a headachethe remnants of an unfinished argument.but you wake up peacefully   warmwith sex; always gently waking me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/281235/  evening was an open woundwe drank, the marrowdark like something elsefamiliar and violent.like I wish I could singa song for you like a smile across your neckand be fuller for it’s drinking (wishful thinking).I wish I had a poem for youfrom back when we werecarefu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/251502/ Another very very old poem lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/235482/ A very very old poem that wil be in my chap-book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/235481/ A quest for love, honour and all those things that can go horribly wrong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/233877/ I don't often do political poems but i while ago I was into them. This one is in response to the massacres in East Timor, by the Indonesians towards the East Timorese in their struggle for independance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/233835/ This poem is essentially a tale about a friend of mine who struggled to quit smoking, but in order to do that he had to change his life and the people who he associated with in order to finally quit. I guess it's trying to convey his loss and somehow how http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/233826/ be afraid... very afraid... lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/232823/  my body is a continentlulled into stuporalarmed with the sightthat over aeonswe have become separatedby the vastest of chasms–in essence, completely lost touch. what if the honeymoon hadnever ended –until now?what if eruptions & floodingboth benig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/232821/  Just like Pigsy, you bring out my gluttony,betray my desires for what they are -human and fragile, & yet not easily satisfied.Just like Sandy, you calm me.But all the while betray beneath my guise of superficial coolnessdeep currents no one dares swim;darker than a moonle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/232818/  lifting the muse writing into crowless morningsomething I have seldom done& only inappropriately so,suddenly swept away by rolling stoneslike unforseen rushing doorsopening to vast expanse of highway rocked by an amazing concoctionlike coke & dopepoetr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/215591/ the evening      terribly misplaced           under a drizzle of clouds           behind the Radisson Hotelsomehow make everything along King Williamless poetic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/215588/ Love is            a million small kindnesses rolled into oneLove is            still cherishing me when I’ve come all undoneLove is the cure, the antidote, the vaccinationLo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/215584/  recognition                       was a moth                flutteringby grey shutters,        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/215091/  bathing scene spun poetry like lightso many images of you alive with touchsteam diffuses sight  until there is only usme & you my gold watchwinks under our calves your fingers slicetranslucent waters hands like feet, fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamithPich/215090/