http://slow.writerscafe.org/xtiebren The original writings of author Christie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015399 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Love cannot be quantified.It's not the number that came before,How many may come after,Not the hours that you spend,Or the money that you don't.Love is zen,It's the moment nothing else matters,It's scrambled eggs afterA long kiss on a long night,And it's the past quietly whisperingGoodbye.Love does .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xtiebren/1049275/ To make sense of what it means to be aliveYou've got to forget the equations you were taughtIn a school system that you watched fall apart,and it'll never be like it is in the movies--Love and sex are not meant to be.I've fell in love and never longed for a kiss,I've been naked while fully clothed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xtiebren/1031272/ It was the beginning of 2011, and news reports of mass animal die-offs, deaths without explanation, were everywhere. This poem happened shortly after. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xtiebren/1015811/ His skin, a canvas, painted in places he's lovedWhere he remembers the sun. Asks now,Where has it gone? He's cold.Could not, will notBreak the ice.Now, watching the sun,Rise like a warning,Washes over the town but the warmthDoes not, will notWash over him.Suburbia yellowed in morning light,He shuts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xtiebren/1014068/ My catharsis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xtiebren/1014062/