http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pinkjumpers The original writings of author Pinkjumpers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057386 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You promised meYour hand and the starsAnd with those words you heldMy heartBut not with yours. You spoke in rhyme,With a rhythm to matchMy ownBut all along youSpat a lieIn truth I was alone. I was just a game,And you cheated andPlayed meLike an instrumentOut of tune. But the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1254596/ There in my handsWas a shirtBelonging to you-A scrawny, dirty cloth.With a pen in my handAnd the power of a kingI left my mark-A shot of inkSpiked the cotton-Forever discoloured.A stain known unto God and never forgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1254595/ Our hearts are the handsOf a ticking clock-Together only in timeWith arms far apartAnd too precious to call mine.Behind your pristine face,Beyond that golden case,Thrives a complexityThe human eye cannot see.It's only a matter of timeUntil the clock strikes,And we will be togetherFor a mom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1254593/ I would compare you to a Summer’s day-The glorified glaze of mother nature’s pride,But those words- so easily- melt away,Like the leaves of a Winter’s tree denied.No. To me thou art an open window,Giving light to the darkest of corners,My heart- for one- is ruptured .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1130794/ This poem is about a childhood friend of mine and hints of my fears of ever becoming re-acquainted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1121761/ A poem dedicated to a decadent man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1121757/ You used love like a tool,A weapon that struck my heart.For you I was the fool,For that, you teared me apart.The first hello,To the final goodbyes.Just your fatal show,To shadow all your lies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1106481/ My smile; a frontwith no depth to bestow.Like a house fully builtbut no lights to aglow.Pulses turned muteinside a stale château.Those that askwhere did you go?I choke, and reply;I died long ago.Anna Ward-Gow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1091907/ Just a glance, butI’m left to question.What is this thing-your wild complexion?Too scared to look,Too afraid to feelIt’s all in my headyet your presence is real.To think of you is to ache,if you’re a seathen I’m a lake.My face can grasp a smilebut surely not foreverlife&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1024614/ the first chapter of my first attempt at the novel form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1024357/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1024356/ I'm writing in forgetof you and everything you are:the smile that could leadone thousand men to rosy death,to drown in your beauty and only needyou to speak so kindlylike you spoke to me;you'd say you had never meta girl like me,never intended was he,to be so true, so tactfullyhonest in solitarywher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1024350/ at best a working progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pinkjumpers/1024341/