http://slow.writerscafe.org/ch3rryphr34k The original writings of author Tenten en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974859 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   i am writing for you, words folded into my back pocket, do you read them when out of sight?  figuring it for another writer, another lie way hands slip from holds,    here, is crooked wrists painting pages, a        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/539510/ to my muse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/539509/ rock concerts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/539508/ to a girl in my class that i've liked for too long http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/539507/ closest thing to a love poem i've ever written http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/539506/ ToJennie woman at my second Korn concert            blue bathroom stall open door chick from Summer Sanitarium 2003            heels on the floor girl with r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/539505/ I don't write love poems and this is the closests I get http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/539504/ Where’s that Pride and Prejudice creation?Where is every woman's Mr. Darcy?Or is Edmond more your taste?Where is that kiss that makes the world right?As words trail alongSpeaking for the soft of voiceIn loud tones and strong armsWhere is that Sense and Sensibility?That we seem .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351126/   the lost piece is now a shadowbut I remember subtle movementsflowing to blunt truthswords rising with the ariabreathing a tale of timid voices,the eyes I avoid are too kindto speakthe lost piece fades with each blinkbecoming only a desperately longedlonging desperat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351123/   Passion is in her very eyesThe way her lips move to that smirkThat inspires dreams and entices sinThe devils soul in her fleshAs she holds your hand and kisses softlyPromising more, for a wait…A week, a month, the haunting smileThe gleam in her eyes as she looks&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351122/ this doesn't flow so wonderfully, advice would be very much appreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351118/   Taking in that spicy smokeI inhale, then coughAs the harsh fumes leave meBrushed away by the windThe sky is blue in white cloudsCooled from the unseen sunBy rain storm windsApproachingShadows grow in strength and weakenAs white clouds pass aboveAnd I think of you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351116/   She grasps the hands of the deadPale, cold, unresponsive fingers and palmsTwined, joined with her own Place kisses on frigid knucklesWarm dried lips meeting cooled fleshShe grasps the hand of the deadTearful realizations as I stand by her sideWatching Death ruin, taint,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351114/   I can see it, the way her hand glidesOver used turntablesIn a room of old and new equipmentSeen better daysThe brush and paintAs black discs flip, from the backHe's moving keysI will never understandThe beat of their artFlooding this dingy apartment roomFilling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351111/ deals with death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351110/ for the dog Tachi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351109/   Stare down at me with loveLet your light pierce this heartGuiding not only fingertips on broken keyboardsBut spirit and soul toPaths once fearedTruths still running fromGuide these eyes to smilesAnd dreams once hidden to new lightShine down on me with love  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351107/   She raises a Goddess in the starsGlowing behind the murky cloudsOf indigo dye black in the nightShe shines above the rims of human lifeHalf hidden in shine and silhouetteIlluminating steps in darknessBreathing life to star hidden skiesShe raises, the GoddessThe Mother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351106/ This pure beauty rising, She demands the eyes of cold blue skiesHer light turning away from the Full kiss of lipsStill illuminating the worldBlocking out the glistening starsDaring to compete with herThe beauty that commands the skiesMother, Sister, Lover, BearerConstant companion .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351105/   I’m waiting for the beauty of life to kick inDancing in the illumination of moonlightAs she floods the world In the pureness of existenceI fear no shadow as these feetIn broken sandals covered in the grime of lifeDance down the dirty roads of less appealing walks&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351104/  Sensuality is the sight of the moonAs she rises in the skiesSurrounded by the rainstorm cloudsThis whispered wind of ghostsAcross water soaked fleshBreathing in the dreams of heated kissesBeneath her lightGlaring down on entwined bodies  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351102/  In the blessed drop of glazed eyesConversing over dead babiesAnd the ones covered in numbersCreate a creation of beautyIn fear momentsThe sound of red painted cement stairsBuried in thick soul footstepsBroken doors and standing half nudeHe's bleeding to death in a cold water .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351101/  It rains during the nightPurple clouds turned darkAs the sun sets behindBlocked mountain sky linesLittle drops of liquid lifeBeating against the treesDrizzling on unfortunate scenesBathing the world in a summer kissIt rains during the nightKeeping away nightmares with Sub.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351099/   Kiss Your lips to mine Our breaths mingled I think heatedly Of the days we spend parted  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351098/    § Times ticking too fast§ Its days to moment’s countdown§ Leaving a flat line breath§ For tired rhythm heartbeats§ Gone from sight meaning matter§ A diagnosis, fear§ Of life and movement w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351095/   DeplorableDemeaningDamagingDisfiguringDemoralizing        pain.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351089/   Tired eyesDried lipsPallor to our skinThe hurtin’ movementThis is proof                                 &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351088/   In a week I won’t mind youIn a week I won’t be dyingIn a week life will changeIn a week....there is so much  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351086/   It’s a dayIt’s a momentThat’s unclear        unrealWhere dreamsbirth realitythat nightmarescannot exist onAnd only the purestform of love to soulmoves freelybeyond boarders     walls&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351085/   She's doing it againSpeaking for himUsing his wordsHis thoughtsHis beliefsAs her ownBecause he's the manHe's the one in charge But he doesn't pay the billsIsn't allowed near a childUnder 18 for the rest of eternityCan't see my brotherCan't see my younge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351083/   You ever wonder ifThe heat of a street lightUnder blossoming treesWill catch the world on fireSlowly warming, heating, sparkingFlame in green lifeMoving through the streetsTo homes and empty carsBurning/birthing a new world viewFrom a street lightAnd low grown lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351080/   He hurt meI never said those words out loudHe hurt meMy first woundBled long, went deepThis painful to close soreAnd I'd still take him backOh the painIn a woe is us statementHe hurt me And it'll take the remainder of eternityTo get over heart break pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351079/   By candle lightI dictateHer beautyThe crickets song my guidanceScents of dew, candle wax                the burning wick            &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/351076/ 4 sets of dishesA testament to the livesThe men, the housesThe expectations Black and blue stainsFor welcome homeSentiments in a thin wall apartmentChristmas plates breakingApple picturesTo give that new New life feelTo striking redIn sizes, cups, bowlsCelebrating a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/334691/   when he dreamed of demons i imagined the man next doorwhen he stood on park way benches preaching of gods and glory through his eyesi thought of the moon, her glow in starlit nights, i thought of cricket songs and pen inkwhen he vanished from sight i dictated life by clicks of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/334690/ short story in peom format, it flows better this way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/334689/   It’s become a disease,Festering inside the living puppetA sickness the bends and breaks existencePain echoes in crooked bonesThe flaw a body can be, left decayingOpen wounds of demon’s clawsDriving through muscle and fleshBurning out the dregs of lifeLeavi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/334688/   I've got to write this sickness out of mePhantom pains assaulting the failing bodyDemon claws piercing flesh and muscleScraping out the beating lifeThe taste of abandoned night sour on copper tonguesReleasing lips to live sanctioned guilt on crowded streets  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/334687/    In the midst of this stormTorrents of rain and cold wind zephyrsI recall being a childWaiting for the fair to comeAnticipating rides, booths,Bad for you, great tasting, over priced snacksAs the thunder beats overheadUn-matching images still holdThe same joy of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332977/ As the storm pushes closerCold wind knocking on summer warmed fleshScents of rain and lake waterHeavy in the skyAs purple skies nearShaking; thunder and lightning danceOverheadMy joy rises insideTurning brown eyes heatedAs the wind whips at un-brushed standsthis, Such Beauty&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332976/   Because it is lateI fall asleep easyIn flickering candlelightIlluminating the roomWith dancing shadowA gentle ‘welcome home’ embraceIllusions that fade intoThe exhausted’s dream  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332975/   late summer rain storms                bring an early fallturning the world flushwith green heightsblooming flowers, climbing vinesstarring into midnight skies      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332971/ for my baby brother and our shared enjoyments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332970/   the memory of himstigmatizes every wordtopic regardlessalways recalling movement of his penin this moment I come to realizethe end of an eternityrealization of romanticized blinkand I still want….long towalk home town railroad trackswith him, just once, not l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332969/   I know the view from this second story windowAs winter moves to springSummer gives to fallThe trees spinning greenSoon to be set by looks of flameBarren gray arms reaching To the passerby’s on gravel pathsLittle white stones and green grassHow the scene gives in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332966/   But the world was so much bigger thanNew places, unknown faces, those never heard languagesLands untouched by steal and machinePeople living beyond the point of breathingThe world was so much more thanAs our knowledge grows she seems to become much smaller  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332965/  Blood stained sheetsAnd she says you are a womanBut he won’t look you in the eyesHis little girl ran away last nightStranger with her face, in her bedAnd the shower water flows down redTook so much strength to moveIt was easier when there was no gift of life  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332964/ I’m fond of this bedCurled above a squeaky mattressSometimes I steal the sheetsCurled, my back to the wallEyes to youSometimes my hands move to touchFlesh to flesh, I still fearThis pillow is mine but yoursA faded gray savana is mine but yoursI've been here so longThere wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332962/   we pass it back and forthinhaling deepexhale slowfingers brush fingersof known flesh to minefirst breath, taken insecond catchas the scent of smoke floodsburnt outstill the feeling of content  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332960/  We all dream of our own NarniaMan and BeastPlaying knight in wild daysA war that ends to bring peaceDreams are more than sleep time wishesDiscoveryTime goes too slowShe moves too fastBefore the alarm clock screamsWe all dream our own Narnia  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ch3rryphr34k/332956/