http://slow.writerscafe.org/milleniumsamurai The original writings of author Arly Parent en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011732 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The thoughts that run through my mind when you do that...   I finally understand what primal emotion is   that feeling in the base of your skull   This woman is Mine...   Mine   I'd fight a war for her   keep her safe in my a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1953363/ I love like an angel with its wings torn offall dry and scabbedand once something beautiful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1644492/ It has been...3 years, 6 days, 23 hours, and 5 minutes since a finger lingered...on my skinsince a hand brushed unhurried through my hairsince someone took their timewith mefelt unhurried with meand just wanted to trace the patternsof meWe are at all times whorls and dips and raised edges and valley.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1619207/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1576748/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1576747/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1576746/ Based around the phrase "Reality gives no quarter to "principle" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1576743/ She tattooed my name across her innocencebranded herself with ink and steelironicbecause I'd come to be everything she ever hatedand the symbol of every guy she'd "never dated"And yet there exists (a piece of her flesh?) flesh that sings my nameThat names me ownerand whispers that it was minethat it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1556228/ I don't need muchJust to love and be loved backjust a little redamancyJust trust and honestyA girl who'll be open with meI won't have to solve all her problems and she won't have to solve mine...but when she wants more than an ear...I'm thereand she for meShe'll always have a home to come back toand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1544015/ Consider meJust...consider menot afternot becausenot sincebut before and be doneconsider menot with apologies or explanationsbut first and alwaysconsider me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1531175/ “The mind I love must have wild places.”                                                 --------- Katherine Mansfield (via feellng)     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1499323/ These...are the memories  watch them whip away  and dissipate  like leaves that have withered on the vine  in a world that makes no sense      These are the voyages  to the place I marked with smoke  to the place where bullets fly  cups run dry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1489562/ If I could take a selfie of my soulI wouldn't post it on facebookIt would burn out eyballs, computer screens, and make you replace the sockets...in your wallIt would be beautifulbut it would hurtIt'd be beautiful the way a bluejay with a broken wing is beautifulthe way a 3 legged dog playing is beau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1480389/ you don't need water to feel like you're drowningyou just need air and wordsyou don't need water to feel like you're drowningyou just need tests and numbers and inordinately large sums of money you'll need to pay off after 4 years...foreveryou don't need water to feel like you're drowningjust needy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1456102/ We had stars onceglittering, sparkling, shiny things that hung hopeful in the sky.We had stars once.You could follow two,drink from a drinking gourd, and find a road to better.They used to be right...therebut the lights blot them out nowCity LightsFlashing LightsGlowing bars---pyramidal---that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1453990/ 60 years agothe ghosts disappearedthey tore off their skin and faded into the darknessBut it's ok.Because crosses never did anything to stop them...and sometimes they brought their own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1442232/ I was screaminginto the canyonat the momentof my deathand it echoed with the screams of a thousand workmen/children/SOMETHING http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1440609/ yesterday upon the stairI Was the man who wasn't there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1439040/ It's been a long timeSince I could look at a picture of you and think you beautifulBut today I didIn a pile of picturesthere was a pile of pixels that showed youbeautifulIt was the only one in the setone moment where the old bruises were goneone moment where the bags under your eyes were not subtly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1418544/ Let justice be donethough the heavens falland angel wings litter the groundLet truth reignthough angelic blood beads crystalline white in the airand the terrified shrieks of men tear through the silenceLet flaming swords left alightthough cold beyond imaginingbe picked up to pierce the night--the da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1418313/ Why did the first couple hold hands?What's in a hand hold?What's in the way our hands fit?Do you like to be on the inside...or on the out?Is he too tall...or she too short?Is your elbow crooked...or stretched too far?What's in a hand hold?And why do I feel better when we do itwhen I was terrified th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1409709/ I look(ed) like dead boys death todayI rolled out of bed, yawned, realized I was late, and jumped in my car with the toothbrush still in my mouth, and a bottle of water in my hand.My hair was a disheveled mess.I thought I saw myself in the paper.I thought I saw myself on the news.I thought I sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1407478/ There's beauty in broken things,raspy whispers, and shattered ringscigarette butts and everything.I  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1405270/ Something strange happens at the Gate of No RetreatBlaring horns and stomping feetCold flamesand searing heatStalwart wallsand pounds of meatunhorse the rider from his seatHere comes the nightthe nightretreat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1386223/ I am every shudder you’ve ever madeevery whisper o’er every graveevery wail of every babeevery schnikt of every bladeI amThe flutter of every shadowThe flap of every wingThe other side of everything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1386206/ I used tolove and be lovedhug and be huggedkiss and be kissedBut...sometimes I remember half-truths and full liesand I was never really kissed or hugged backnever really loved and been loved backmaybe never loved http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1381391/ It was never meBut it will be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1375420/ asd http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1355184/ Sometimes I think we poets and writersare just nerds in this great big club that...well...thinks sorta highly of itself.Not us, though.But the Club, itself. Or maybe Society.We're just a bunch of nerds putting togetherflowery words, playing with meanings and structures and thingsas if they mattereda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1350755/ Hey, I'm jotting down more prose again! What?! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1347019/ I learned to use my powerthe first time pain came my wayand I wasn't ready.I can becomeimpervious.I make iron of my heart,thick scales of my skin,and turn my soul into dust-covered diamond.I take invisible claws to the tiesthat bind us all togetherand I cut myself.I cut myself off from the ebb and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1346453/ It's a strange thing mourning the loss of someone you never knewLamenting the loss of something that never grewBidding farewell and adieu and saying GOD bless you to  every achoo <-----??? that they never had"He touched my life a bit, as lightly as a feather. But sometimes gentle touche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1345138/ Apologies spill from your lipseverysecondof the daylike dead butterfliesor living mothslike the dusty crumbles of burnt diary pageslike the act of cringing made all too familiar and distilled into spoken wordEvery time you slip and speak your mindyou cringe verbally,coughing up dried moth husks, old.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1343218/ I think you hide words under your skinlike sour-mouthed girls hide rocks in their gutssharp and painful and heavylike hurt girls hide razor bladeslike ___ girls hide scarsI think they http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1343200/ Early Early Rough Draft- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1340925/ For you,I learned the world.Every bushand flowerand tree.Every flowing riverand rolling sea.Every birdand fishand beast.Every sunrise aboveand sunset beneath.For you,I learned to see.To be in every moment.I became your eyeswhen yours couldn't be.When white hospital wallsbecame grey-white spotted fle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1340566/ I am made of stitched together notes and chordsI am less man than musician than ideaFor why else would the right notes hurt me so?It must be a long lost part of mea small piece of skin tugged away by the lifting of a melody brought far away only to come backand combinepainfullyThe skin of my kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1339985/ The almsman travels 'round the worldin his coat of many pocketssearching for a few thingsand the places that will stock it"Let me love you", he saidAnd I will care for youI will kiss your lips every day anewrefill your vessel of strength with the coming of the morning dewwhen it flags and fails and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1339514/ Shadows played across the street that night And ice warm neon lights arced in between The sound of fading notes filled the air in the jazz district Intermingled with the sounds of newborn melodies and cacophonous joyAnd that's where I met him In the shadows of a lit street,Smelli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1339326/ I have a sixth sensethat tells me when something's wrong...with someone else.I have a sixth sense that tells me when something bad is coming my way.I only believe one.But neither are ever wrong.One is a parent,telling me my duty.The other is a doctor, bearing bad news.And the latter,I never bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1339305/ Sometimes the light catches me just the right way andI am...a wafer thin facsimile of myself.Sometimes I see it.And find myself feeling the lightness where I was shaved away.Phantom limb syndrome fails sometimes.And I becomeaware.I am as thin as a newspaper clipping in the shape of a man,held up by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1339301/ There are certain scars on your skin.I can't tell how deeply they run,how much you notice them,or if you even know they're there.And it worries me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1333771/ I'm working on an idea I have about how pain is a crucible that people leave on, thinking it's doing them good but forgetting that they then need to let themselves out once the process is over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1332941/ A man picked up a skulland wondered if this was all we were http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1331971/ I borrowed the idea & the style for this from a friend. This was based on the original poem "Hoarse Honesty": http://autumnsprings.wordpress.com/2014/03/17/hoarse-honesty-31714/ Mine pales but here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1331591/ There's a void where I used to be--a sense of lacking that screams to be noticedand defies being explainedan absence of somethingI wish there was a dull ache where I used to beOr something good on the horizon to see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1328008/ There are worlds of earthen men, deep sea den-izens, and stone giantsFrost beasts and sylphs, ancient truths in hieroglyphsadventure where adventure springsthe waiting lands of reborn kingsand (in?) the dreams of babes,no sufferingin Avalon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1328001/ How can one be warm steel and wrought ironall at once made of flesh and soul scarsand the silence just before the death of old stars?...And there Are scarssmall and varied,long and thin,and deep--pale reminders, leaving ghost-silver traces up the back of her hands to the tips of her fingers.and with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1327985/ I'd written this a long time ago but I've found it disappeared from the site (which is actually pretty worrisome). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1323643/ I Remember "Our"I…rememberThe smoothness of your skinThe warmth of your mouthAnd the closeness of our hearts as we hold each otherAlone in a sea of possibilitiesA still spot in an ocean of pain and fighting and waste and…It doesn't matterTogether I have to go I know Me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milleniumsamurai/1323625/