http://slow.writerscafe.org/firstfreeze The original writings of author Jason en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015456 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A short screen play I wrote for class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/1038675/ Frigid feelingsOssify then crumbleIn a snowfallPutrid before the bloom The spring trees swing bareAnd stripped branches stareFollow with hollow sounds of dry loveWhy……does one love this winter? Dreams wait to thawLike those that nightmares awakenAs o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/658144/ I wrote this stream of consciousness out in East Hampton; Long Island. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/592380/ free thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/582218/ after rains fall and drench the earthand landslides drag hearts astrayafter lakes frostand reflections freeze upon a stareand branches move a skeleton swayafter the birth of a roseand thawed rivers cleanse a memoryand breath vanishes from the banksafter thunder claps have softenedand lightning has n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/551400/ Dreams are when we meet. And it seems the line between sleep and awake are slowly fading. Please, do not wake me if I am dreaming, nor rock me back to sleep if it is night. For it is time that lines once blurred become lines that link two hearts. And it is only in dreams where these truths exis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/381167/  I remember it was the third consecutive Valentine's Day I spent alone. I remember just a week before; I was with a girl I met uptown a month earlier. She was...she was attractive, yes. I would be lying if I said she wasn't. And I was all right with this, for the time being. After ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/376896/    It wasn't easy growing up in a devout Christian household. Mary Mathers knew this. Her and her father struggled through the toughest times relying on her belief and trust in God, after all, Christ is the way.She was taught to place the bible under the mattress of her bed so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/355364/ How my heart aches at the loss of summer,and at the loss of day-sight and night life;clouds now colored (like the leaves),sharp and contrast to my breath;and how the angles of shadows ,shift farther than the growth of the grass. There is no more flight,of the finches agains.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/340001/ Autumn covered asphaltsways with scattering spraysof each passings-byof late afternoon drives. Landing a spiral drop at my feet;colors of dead leaves,and trickling winds skipping a tattering beat,as if footprints behind me sneak. And there stood she-Just beyond the ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/339998/ Harrowing laughter grows nigh Like the sound of broken wings aching to fly High above the cliffs of Dover stands he A man and his diminishing will to be  Breaths of poison from the salted breeze Calls upon his lips flown brisk from the sea A glance with little grief behi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/331971/   I am not about to justify what I do. God knows it's wrong. I know it's wrong. And I bury it in the dark corners of my mind. Yes, and I do love my wife. Been with her almost half of my life. Never wanted anyone else. I never will. Then I guess there's no clear reason why I would jeo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/320217/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/320215/  The silver above his ears shines like chrome fenders against the dark paint of a 57' Chevy. His finger circles his ear as if he was dialing the combination of a lock. He gazes out the double paned window with warm, but tired eyes as the plane banks to the west. Shafts of sun beam into the ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/320210/ The color is drab that is draped across their large frames. They stood over me, while I knelt. My hands, now bound behind me with my ankles. I stare, into a basket of blood, and make my silent peace with god. A prayer of strength makes my lips quiver as hope of the unknown lay before me, in a wicker.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/313274/      I had killed this day in accordance to any other day. Fighting thought, fighting fate. I sit on the foot of my lonely and still and somewhat haunting bed, complete with it's bleak green, single layer, half cotton half polyester sheet with matching pillowcase. My.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/295551/ Satisfy A Relishing Amongst Her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/294013/   The morning sunDeliberates its riseBut her breathingIn near syncWith the oceanCascadesWhile her hairFalls throughMy fingers Each strandEffortlessly-LandsLike the ebbOf the tideAnd then the sunCompletes its rise And she is aliveLying by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/287895/          I am trying to rest but they still continue to mumble outside my bedroom door. So much for the courtesy of your loved ones. With my eyes firmly shut I try to conjure up images in my head that would be pleasant prior to my sleep. There is a cool breeze.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/283112/   It is the smell of some foreign (French?) fragrance that really heightens my awareness of her.  And why would she wear such a lavish garment to such a mediocre occasion such as this? If it is not for attention, (a procession of the ‘spinning and tilting’ of heads .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/281150/  A realm of realismLeft me in a stateOf existentialism                 Why are we here?                Because we're here.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/280611/   The broken sun reflects on the lake as it sets on this late autumn night. I gaze at the lapping water at my feet, and see a broken reflection of myself. I know that the surface seems serene but this is somewhat illusory. The shallow bottom can be seen along the edges of the shore. On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/278865/  Leaves lie with perspirationDangling by a draft of deceptionAnd so,It goes with the wind… The autumn trees Have surely been weatheredBy a voice Of abrupt thunderWorn And tethered But diminished notIs a single featherBlows away from her heartCaug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/278086/  A SerenadedDanceSwayed my perfectloveTo thisSea of serenityOfSoft SoundsAnd of soft lightsOnce, long ago SanityAnd the outgoing tideSynchronizeAnd the final gazeStraysAnd her mind            &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/275731/ rant!! those '24' hour news stations are the enemy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/275382/ Submitted for the 'serenity' contest, based on the picture above.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/271867/  You had too much to drinkThat nightSo I took your keysDrove you homeAnd I carried you throughThe thresholdYou smiled at me with glazed eyesAnd to no one’s surpriseYou had trouble walkingAnd talking… “But it’s ok” she saidI’m l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/271125/  No one should  ever feelThis caving of the heartGlass shatters, scrapes the veinsThat bleed an internal pain No one should ever feelThe bluntness, the coldnessOff a dull blade that ripsA heart from a fantasy My eyes hemorrhageBy the thought of suffoc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/269882/ ...the ledge held my weight, my fate. The city looked so peaceful from the 45th floor. Wind rocked me and tested my will as I see birds accomplish what I wish not to (at least not now)...I used to wonder when I was a child, that if I stood tall enough on my tippy-toes I could touch the clouds; maybe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/269564/ In response to 'The curves of the couch' by Kara http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/269108/  “Don’t open your eyes” She whisperedAs the scent Of spring flowersHovers in the winter air “Don’t open your eyes” In the darknessHer voiceLike a beacon In a sea of sounds,Unfamiliar “Shhh ,sleep now&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/268529/ Kara is that inspiration... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/266970/ Some thoughts in response to Lilains story 'On Love' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/266890/  You can hear what he waits for. Along the coastline he sits as the waves crash and spray salt water into the spring air. Looking out, he sees the rolls of the ocean and nothing more than wide open space. Seagulls scour the more shallow water as a soft breeze blows from the east. He smells th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/266119/  She speaks with shortness of breath… And I stare into her eyesSeeing the love escapeFrom her soft, luscious thighs-She crieslike water fallingoff a lily pad She searches for the words… And her heart slows To a whisperAs it still glowsF.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/266114/ senryu #1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/265231/ senryu #2 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/265195/ Changing my tone a little, to stay sharp... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/260720/   The masonMounts a mile highMark of isolation, laying each lie one by oneBy one by one, brick by brick he closes in what Is not meant to be seenIs the world even waiting or willing for this unveiling, cement lined secrets thatSeal off her eyes (Her lies), kept away from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/260662/ Adult content... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/260341/  This dream of you-It never really existedIt was like a glare of sunlightIn a pane of glassAnd it just faded Behind the clouds Meteors had Held more lifeAnd held more beautyThan this reverie As memories burnLike vapor in the sky There is noWater to wash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/259700/ Very Graphic! Revised version, a little longer, a lot better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/259541/ not a haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/259064/  HERIntimacy drips within raindropsOn her cheekAnd runs the colorOf rose petalsFrom her skin Don’t cry-As the bloodIt does dryAnd the pain fallsFrom your eyes But yet it retainsThe green-colored stainsThat makes up the shadesOf the gaze in you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/256868/  Between the air ofThe blades of grassAnd the scattered starsLay our memoryThe memory of momentsOnce shared The lake is silent andGently wades with the dockThe ripples reflects broken imagesOf the sunAnd of the painOf when she was hereAnd her love remained&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/254822/                   The day I met                The little boy           &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/254805/  She dances with the moonlightThough she cannot see meMy eyes are fixedOn her flowing, swaying bodyLike the oceanOnly silentLike sand that fall from the dunesAnd flies with windI am a starGazing at herAs she dances with the moonlight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/254304/ This is just a vent that I made somewhat poetic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/254267/  Her dark forest blackens my dreamsWith the ‘Midnight Clouds’Interrupting the patterns Of the shadowsCast by the thin winter oaks When the lunar satellite Reflects the setted sunAnd the starsDim because of light-The dream of her isPut to sleep T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/254095/ Inspired by the film "Mulholland Drive" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/firstfreeze/253647/