http://slow.writerscafe.org/rath_of_an_angry_spirit The original writings of author C.L. Wilson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776074801 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  It started with a noteIt always doesThe path that always forks To the left or to the rightDo I go with lust or love? Where do I balance being a gentlemanAnd get what I want?When can chivalry obtain loveWhen all a lover wants is to be dirtyAnd ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/764649/ It started with a gift. It always doesThis feeling that I get Some where between thankfulness And selfishness  The two clash with one anotherInside my soulStruggling as it does in all of usThe struggle that truly defines Who we truly we are A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/764647/ Hate being himThat guy with no bestNo friend to call  But who can i call?When my words are uselessUncomprehensible me My tongue so tiedI barely can say a wordWho could know me?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/577500/ U figure it out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/565330/ On a note, I don't write about loveI speak merely as a prophetOr maybe more as a calculator Go to him Fall for him againBut don't say i didn't warnDon't say I didn't tell you what would happen He is man He want's only passionLove is rare and I don't see itI don't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/539205/  I stand in my gardenOf black rosesSurrounded by statuesOf myself in different poses In one I stand in joyIn one I bend in sorrowIn one I scream in angerIn one I lay in agony The soil is litteredWith the bonesOf all those whoSpawned my groans&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/483578/  My museYou shape-shifting tease Come and go as you may but know That I will always find you. Cello soloAging painting Leafless TreeTempting Temptress  Rather you be sound, art, nature, or herYou will be translated through my words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/470918/  I have to decide But this feeling makes me woozyLike slow poison. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/469863/  What is this feelingThat sinks into my stomachAnd stirs it so? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/469861/  “Oh brother, here are we now standing before a dragon door.Do we dare to open it and unleash what ever hell might lie beyond?If behind this door lays the future than we must press on.For is this hall of hell not the way humanity has pushed down for all its time?And here we are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/462684/ This is dedicated to my sister whose been dancing since she was 4. She's almost 13 and yesterday she was diagnosed with Ehlers-danlos syndrom, a type of musscle disorder that will affect her for the rest of her life. She loves to dance but is going to hav http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/462560/ I'm reading shakesphear and felt like writing a good old fashioned poem. Don't know why I chose to write about a surfer girl. I live in louisiana. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/449817/ Wrote this after I walked through the music department on campus and i could hear at least ten different instruments, each playing different songs. It was magical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/448265/ Metaphor for how we must let go of things from our past that hold us back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/419821/ written for the page master's challenge 12. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/405437/ I was in a dark mood today so I wrote this up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/384202/ She sat in the pew In front of a stain glass muralOf the blessed Virgin Mother  Glowing with a golden dawn.                       In her arms is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/381148/ This for my homies on the Page Masters Challenge 11. Inspired by Shakespearean quote "love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/380707/ I step into the spot lightIt’s warmI could hear the whisper of eager listeners “People,” I call out.“hear my words.We don’t have to live like this.Just hear me out!” “There is so much morethat we could we do.We.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/376551/ My name is Aven Derrice. I'm sixteen and I am writing this journal because with the life style that I am now living, these could be my last words. To my parents: I love you. I’ve never realized how lucky I was to have parents like you, especially after seeing how bad some paren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/364023/ It's summer. Aven should be enjoying his break from school but there's one problem, Daniel. She's a girl staying next door for the summer and she's-well- odd. She dresses in only black and every where she goes she seems to make odd things happen. Soon mor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/364021/ I wrote this for the Page Masters challenge 10, but I was wanting to write this one anyway so it worked out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/352414/ I nside my headLies a thoughtLevitating in thereFinding a wayTo esapeAll to remind meEveryoneDies  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/339735/ Another poem which I wrote after reading an american poet. I can't remeber who it was but I remember one of her poems was about a woman whose lover just died. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/339731/ This is my first haiku. I'm absolutely horrible with syllabyles and dread having to follow a certain formula, eseacially the kind that have been around for centuries. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/339726/ this is being put on here for the Pagemaster's Challenge #7 but I wrote this before summer this year. I just found it again this last week and haven't had time to post it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/339720/ I am blessedWith an abundance of melancholy My thoughtsHave never been so clear in my life This soul is tenderAnd burns with the smallest of comments But it’s okayIt only gives me more bitter words to write  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/334375/ the name comes from a couple I know who share the same myspace name and than i thought about the campaign http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/330445/   “Sorry about your grave. Thought it was deep enough.I must have been thinking about………...other thingsYou make the funniest faces, especially when you die.This is the first you’ve ever made me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/328041/ This was written for the Challenge 3 of the De Gustibus Non Est Disputandum group. So I had to use three words and they were elan, sanctum, and sibylline. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/325260/ Yeah I'm a little angry with the values of our country so I wrote this as vent. It might sound ridiculous but oh well.... It's a vent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/321972/ I don't have a specific lesson for this poem. It's how ever you see it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/321969/ A poem I just sort wrote for no reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/319386/ I am nothingto fearI am only meTwo of me to be exact There is the comedianand there is the thinkerI am both I crave the laughterof otherslike a chilling windon a summer noon I stay deep in thoughtof the big picturehoping for ideasand i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/317222/ one of my older poems I found lying around. It was my best reviewed before everthing got erased. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/316092/ This is a poem that I thought would make a good riddle. I wont post the actual name of the poem (which gives the answer) until somone figures it out or when I just feel like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/316091/  I hope in which ever world this might turn up in, you'll be able to read this. This journal is spelled to make it readable to anyone, even though I'm not sure about blind people. No one from this world will be able to read this soon so I have to send it to another world.I'm supposed to wri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/303718/ Aven Orphix is a happy teenage boy. Everyone loves him, he has a great family, an awsome girlfriend, but that all changes when he becomes a witness of a murder that involves a govenment conspiracy, magic-weilding mages and him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/303711/  In the dark alley, hell had broken loose. The rain was pouring harder than ever, leaving thick puddles of water and muck. Not a single thing in the alley still stood, save for maybe the trembling young, woman in the yellow raincoat, holding her groceries, but she wasn't going to be standing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/299165/ It stands for Paranormal Creature Control http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/299163/                              The sun was setting on the sparkling city of Ramanadrid, capitol of Zintha Empire. The tall silver-blue tower that stretched over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/299160/ Natorich is an Imperious. An Imperious: artificially made, raised as royalty, and turn into the ultimate warriors. He is considered a defect. He has no power. All that he can cling on to is his gift of strategy. When he becomes a bargaining chip for a dem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/299158/ I criedand my tears droppedfrom the night skyand fell upona crying planet It criedand its miserable moans echoedthrough the cosmosand it hada fairly good reason to The inhabitants criedand since they had no hopethere goals and dreams did not existand they vani.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/233929/ The snow fellupon the ground My eyes could seeevery single flakeAnd as far as I could tellI was home But I wasn’tI was in the streetsof a cold and filthy cityThis was not home At home snow didn’t mix with the muckthat covered everything concrete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/233928/ I can smell it in the airevery time they enter a roomThe stench of pride and sinof lust and sex I gag upon their airhoping not to become infectedwith what ever demon crawleddown their throats God save those peoplebefore they become avatarsof sin itselfGOD SAVE US .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/233926/ "You’re dead"the stranger whisperedfrom acrossthe roomHis voice wassoftand yetso loudIt was darkand yet he was inplain sightbut there was nolight emittingfrom anywhereHis clotheswere blackbut they didn’tblend "Who are you?".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/233244/ 12 year-old Jacob Forker was at the end of the curve of the busy Broadway street in New York City, holding a bag that held his PS2 and all his games for it in it and was waiting for a taxi to take him to JFK. The morning sky was grey and rather depressing. A light, warm drizzle gentl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/208061/ The very narrow secret passage that the head of the Tow house showed Pin-pan wasn’t lit and no source of light was allowed there so that no light would leak from the peeping holes. She was dressed in a simple shirt with her green, leather, traveling dress still on. Her black hair was barely fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rath_of_an_angry_spirit/151426/