http://slow.writerscafe.org/neologistforfun The original writings of author The_Jabberwock en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985176 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dedicated to all my friends who smoke anything. Especially to those who have tried to quit or were told they need to quit when they didn't necessarily feel like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1257771/ Wrote this a while ago, haven't completely finished editing it. But hopefully people like it. Tell me what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1225002/ This is a short one, but it's one none the less. Hoping to get the rest of the stuff I've been working on out soon. Enjoy Inspired by Baudelaire's poem, Be Drunk. Also worth a read http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1193865/ In some aspects, I try to replicate Nobuhiro's style of writing. So this opening should be very straight forward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1105624/ This is fan fiction of the manga, Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Swordsman Romantic Story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1105613/ This was written about my girlfriend at the time. Its short for a story, but not necessarily a poem. More like an emotional prose, I suppose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1103490/ No one ever asks why the wind changes, or which way it will be going. It's not that people don't wonder, either. They just assume that the wind will take its course. They imagine it can decide what is right on its own. But what if the wind was lost? What .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1103481/ When I can't sleep, I have many thoughts and I like to put them down before I forget them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1058811/ A little experimenting. I know it's super short, but I wrote everything that came to mind in one sitting, so I didn't think too much about it. Tell me what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1057352/ this is the other part of the poem 'a.samurai' and this one is (as you can probably tell) in the third-person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1056015/ this is another poem that I wrote for class. it was part of a two-part assignment where I had to write a poem from a first-person point of view and another from the third-person point of view http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1056014/ Students from around the world come to a college that takes their sense of education and completely changes it. They learn how to think, how to learn, be mindful, healthy, and live fully. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1053567/ This is a poem from a little while about my girlfriend at the time. It's a little shaky and pretty amateur, but I still think it's a decent piece. Compliments and critiques are always welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1053475/ You are like the wind, I know you all too well. You do not move on your own, you are not self-sufficient. Your heart will not be tapered, because you have no sense. So do not heed to the selfish words of rationality. Be carried away by desire. The opportunity stands before you to become and fre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1052154/ The blank white powder reflects like a mirror, the blank white heart cultured from it.The mirror expands,swallowing buildings whole, and reflecting the empty streets. The wind is feltMoving vicariously,As the curbside squatter sings, To lethargic ears:The snowy city,The place whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1049135/ I once felt true love.The natural warmth, the hazy rush,Inspiring, and uplifting, and sweet. Or perhaps I had been dreaming.Living in a world where my bodyDid not move, but I moved.With closed eyes, I smiled,Free to sail on clouds,Accompanied by beautiful winds.Like Icarus,I knew no bounds;I ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1045109/ I see a mask.A plain veil, no less Matured than a child’s face.It takes the form ofMy own face, but isDevoid of expression.Features are carved from its surface,To resemble a life-like figure.But underneath the valleys and crevices,Hollow eyes depict a caricature of deceit.The more I look .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1045108/ The red sound of juiciness,With its soft, coarse echoAmasses into an alluring air,And creates a circle of joy.Water gushes from every pore,The crunch of pleasure reverberates,And one thinks to himself:How could so tasty a masterpieceWith all its rich blemishesSmell like only one color? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/neologistforfun/1044234/