http://slow.writerscafe.org/Spoken The original writings of author Spoken en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776184645 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the world stopped tonight as you lay in rest peacefully, so to does he when he chose to pick up his heavenly wings our hearts dropped it was just too heavy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/1134646/ I know what's missingThe WordsThe WordsThey need to be heardQuiet!Can you hear the whisper?Of course not.You're silent.Defiant of what defines soundbecause paper cant speakno matter how profoundyour words may be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/809101/ thoughts appreciated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/555046/ Couldn't think of a good title. suggestions appreciated. Don't want it to be a cliche title.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/522291/ The trees are taller than infinity and their leaves extend like an abundant canapy above me. The sky is spinning and I imagine it to be as unsure about direction as I happento be.  There's a bright blue light streaming through tiny crackshigh above mewarmth beam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/490599/ my son http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/431289/ when things start to go well sometimes i wonder how long it will last http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/429259/  All the times I spent with youlaying on the floor breathing in your fumesso intoxicatingour relationship begins and ends with menot relatingnot relating you'd take me places I never knewI gave up everything for youreality includedwe fell from grace hand in handroma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/390779/  Use your word sounds cause they have powertake your cue from Erika BadooAlicia KeysMaya Angeloo introduce the flow of your voicecarried through echoes bouncing off wallsblow the speakers out their audio mind boxand drop it like a curtain on the truths they thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/389838/ all in fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/389618/ for poetry incorporated contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/389572/  Knives eerily flow in the current of sweet whispersquiet killers place their camouflage overcoats on a racklike hats that slip on with easewithin the smoke and mirrors of gentle overtones and loving praisethey penetrate all barriers and call to arms the trumpeterI’ve been att.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/389229/  You’re just another m**********r under coverdressing your mess with make-up and pumpsstiletto crescendo to your innuendoscreaming fake and crying realbleeding lines from blackened eyes reveal the true colors you concealkind of like me pretending I don’t carebut look a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/388986/  The swamp down in the bayoububbling steaming brewmystic riverfog filled coverlisten to those hairs on the back of your neckwhen they stand erect be alert it lurks herewhatever deepest darkest fear you hide fromunder blankets at nightcowering inner childyou have no power to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/388969/  evil walks with two legs and arms a head and torsobeside me she takes a two faced approachto innocencetwisting lies and feelings to take my willingnessthere’s desires good cannot denythe bad hand in hand- I dragged she commandsa body of biddinga war wagingone fights wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/388725/ the answer is inside us all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/387153/ oh to be free, there will come a day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/386122/  She puts on her face like makeup to hide the mascara linesdripping from a crack in the mask that separatesskin from plastic.every time she blurs the line-storm clouds roll and the thunder strikes.feel the power in her eyes.salt water and acid tears,smoke and mirrors.can you b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/385204/ for picture poem this contest. i know nothing of this picture except it looks anime. I don't know if it already has a story behind it. so this is purely what was inspired within me from looking at the image. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/384769/ inspired by Seether "rise above this" written with that Rock style in mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/383563/  Stuck in a river of thoughttears stream down and the water risesall the voices rumble at once and you’re humbled by the noisethere’s no sense to be made of the emptiness you feelbut you feel it anywayplastic happinessan artificial patchthat only satisfies the surfac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/383080/ inspired by coldplay "fix you" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/383048/ Through pain and triumph, even if it not be our own, strength within can be found in the will of another. May we all rise above the Nazi's in our lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/382706/  splatter on the wallsprayed spectrum vomit caught in concretethought materializedcreative juices suck on eyelidslicking mind c***svisual stimulusvivacious, vivid, voluptuouscurves of colororgasmic passionsex up imaginationand possibilitywith pleasure’s hot breath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/381730/ Can you trust the nature of human beings? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/379669/  I am the Darwin experiencein my infinite animalistic aggressivenessto lay rest the casualties and shed the flaky casingsthat threaten strength and harmony withininstinct monopolies, beyond thought and reasontoo quick for contemplationbecoming nothing more than a gut reactionI a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/379347/ just some old dust stirred up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/378097/ I don't regret having known this image. I loath the existence of it. This is an attempt to process how i feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/376741/  When you start looking at living and dieing as“Do I want a hotdog or a hamburger for lunch?”Death is always an option  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/373342/  I, merely the vessel that mediates the poet Fashioned to mold like a painter’s strokeI embrace my ability to tell their storyThough they are gone amidst the many columnsThat bridge our world from theirsI am that hammer, fist, and shieldFighting so long as they are willing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/372816/ some people have a fear of settling into one life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/371394/ addiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/370507/  mistakes aren’t smart, nor their resulttrue genius is obtained in the ability to seethe lesson behind the faultand then living life having neverrepeated the error so we’ll never knowhow wise we wereuntil our number’s upand we begin to calculate-&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/363726/  Wisdom whistles in the kettle of your voice boiling soul overflows from the essence of your tonethe words you choose to call your own- stolen from the catacombs of my webbing thought silkened coils spin a net to catch what I love of you and place it within me craft a song hymn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/362999/  The sun bakes on an egg with no shadeRolling along it cracks but never breaksIf a hole in the road awaitsIt falls with the kinetic force of hope Just enough momentumTo deny gravityrolling up in deviancethis little warrior will never besupper for the kingthe soft underbell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/362974/  Hands so tensebones crack and moanas you force them tightly closedinto ravenous ballsFrom the core of hell’s firemanifests Pater's malletfused from once gentle arms swinging in pendulum at anythingthat dare exist without pain The solid str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/361742/  The little birdies sang to metold me- "you better catch those dreams you can fly but you don’t have wings"  I thought wouldn’t it be nice ifI just ate ideas like sticks and leavesand cocooned from the branch of a knowledge treecatepi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/359030/  in a 4x4x4 roomno light, no tv, no tables or chairsor other solid comfortsfound in material things..just youin the middle of a cold floor- biting your skinto remind you how unwanted you arethe walls seem sound proof- starring blankly back at youthe darkness- so empty your eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/357988/ for my parents.. they may not be superheros, but they did all they could. and one way or another, they taught me to be the person i am today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/355873/ lighthearted fun for the parents http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/355768/ Could you tellby the flames that burn your wayI don’t wish you well I spite the ground that holds you down You’re so heavyYou don’t deserve to be carried I’ve never been one to caste bad spells, butI made a voodoo doll the other day&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/355714/  Bombs are falling like spit from their lipsAnd though I lay amidst the rubbleStill I breath With every gasp I defy themFists clenched tight for my rightTo exist Towers may crumbleWar machines may rumbleIn the distant hills But I exhale And blow them d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/355376/ lighthearted fun -an ode to the little things that make life sweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/353369/ Someone special i used to work with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/350649/ inspired by Rock and Roll Cowboy's "Speak of the Devil" ...go read it! oh and since your here.. read mine too! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/350394/   Oh Mother! I am but a letter in a crowd of lettersthat huddle in lineto form your poetryJust a pixel in your painting if I were to turn white,it may not be much,but that emptiness would never fulfill you If every drop of the ocean .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/350082/  It started as a letterAnd grewTo a million lettersflowing in emptinessTheir purpose- only to exist A finger reachesto scratch that itchof curiousitya letter is pluckedfrom the coloquey tree then twothen three soon leaves shake violentlyby the wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/350079/ for color purple contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/343923/  The sun cracks it's lid and a brilliant eyeopens the shape of day with a blanket of light and I stir awake with a smile to match the magic of this world and I wonder if the intonation of my glow could compare to the frost glistening over sidewalk puddles I humble in conten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/339391/ to dream... such a sweet escape... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spoken/337926/