http://slow.writerscafe.org/caerspen The original writings of author Not Afraid of Bruises en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776339106 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This rock that bench thatempty trail through the woodswhere only I would walk I won't be going there again. It reeks of everything I gave to youthe things I handed over becausesomethings must be given if you ever expectto growand now I feel like my regret helps the briars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/404157/ The feel of your arms against my waist as we dance slowly inthe dark the park is silent and stilland the last dog walkers have left,leaving us the only people left in this little world.And there is so much I would doif only I knew that you'd be here when I came back thatwould would dance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/404152/ written during a hike at a local park in Feb. when there was still snow on the ground and the swampy areas were still frozen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/399762/ a poem about my absent grandmother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/394209/  There is a monster in meA greedy, hungry burning little thief who takesand grabs and wants to hold so much in her hands…she demands and cries at all hours of the night untilsomeone listens and she is relentless…always first to fight, last to loose, shewants you to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/329923/  Burning aDesire to be burningThey never teach you passion inSchools, insteadEveryone assumes their rolesFirmly believing in whatThey believe they must be. I was told violence            Was never an option. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/329921/  And if, only if I were a painter… To dip my brush in the creamy tans and orange reds     of the sunset sky.Hues which linger over the glass,      through which I watch you. And here is the end point of my day, for&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/329918/ simple wording on a very personal subject... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/329914/ "I never was..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/326873/ PLEASE DO NOT read politics into my poem. I am NOT looking for a debate. Thank You http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/319317/  If I had a dime for every line someone told meI’d be in the poor house. You know how some girls make it third base?I can’t even find home plateThere is no plate,No one pitching or batting. Hell, there are a thousand people trying toget to my field but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/315632/  Answer me.Damn it I asked you a question and nowYou are just going to sit there andNot answer me?  You were the one who cheated!You were the one who lied And you were the one who made all those promises to meAt night when we relaxed side by side and nowTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/315630/   I could hear the helicopters floating,Skimming over my head withTheir legs just barely touchingThe long stems of grass. And I couldn’t sleep at night, for all the noiseReminded me of us. Reminded me of the sounds of gunfire, the rapidSilence that fol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/311993/ the faeries are hungryAnd I was yelling at the faeries who rest inside my earsTo be quiet, to get out of my head and let thatOcean of tears go free,The pressure was building, it was just too much for me…And I guess you are wondering howFaeries became roosted in my head,They .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/311466/ inspired by Rives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/311437/ rough cut...hope you like it spoken word/poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/304523/ no doubt darker take on race in America - open mind required http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/299052/ darker then my other poems, I think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/299051/ venting... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/295472/ another newbie poem - let me know what you think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/295466/  First cup of the day and the sugar-lined bottomIs tasteless,No grains to suck with my broken straw,No heart to sense them. I am slowly drowning here, where you left me slowlyEating at my accomplishments because,In your opinion,I was too good for you,Too sweet. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/295464/ We could get passionate about something, hell,we could make history at this moment.Bending and breaking all the rules that define august,we could make something happen if we pretendedseptember wasn't tomorrow.And I don't wanna leave you,feel like I am abandoning somethingtoo great... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/294413/ An ache between us, the echo of the spacesWe never acknowledge, theLong halls and corridors that rest, ancient in age –They only stir when provoked.   Let's provoke them,Shake youth into their timbers andLife into their song,Let us fail brilliantly at everything and l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/283524/ any ideas for a title? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/281408/ another nameless poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/263398/ a short one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/263396/ a mixture of fantasy, supernatural, myth, etc http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/260243/ I knew him.I know that part of me a deep breathing,moving part inside meknew him too well... And I fed on the idea fo growing, of thingschanging and flowing an buildingoff the hope that maybe,things could be different. But I am statue, solid stonethat does not bend in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/258933/ Crippling, the way you look at me andgaze at me and tryto reach beyond me,into my head where I guard my secrets,deeply.  There is a darkness to mea reek the slowly penitrates every levelof who I am andI would not want you to see that,touch that or draw too close...it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/257437/ I am not a number, somefigure to be calculated and measured to meetyour image of a woman. Deliberately I cut these ties, break the linesbetween us and leave you speechless,tethers flapping in the wind.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/256407/ wrote for a class - please keep and open mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/254545/ wasting air, kind of like how some people waste their life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251153/ It's gunna be a long, long dayI can feel it now like I can feel rainand why can't I be sure of other thingshappy things, not this. Don't let it happen like this,not between us...keep the lineshumming, keep me reachingout for whatever it is that you givethat lets me live.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251149/ prove to me thatyou aren't worth everything I havebecause now,when the lines start to slip,it's time to prune time to trimback all the lies wetold each other... and I'm not sure how to beginwhere to start over again, with you. once things were simple, but that wasbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251136/ Almost funny,the idea of me and you andus.Together. And, since you are listening andthe world isotherwise occupiedI guess I can tell you that the idea of usand me and you, together,it really is hilariousin an almost kind of way because... well, why do you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251107/ The slow fizz of soda flowing out of a canonto the pavementand the background music - a child cryingkeeps me awake. I sometimes wonder why you left us here,all grouped together andstrung like kites,forced to play when the wind hits our cape and why you didn't take us wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251103/ just words- inspired by one of Fionn Regan's songs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251091/ just a shorty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251089/ serious thoughts over a silly inside joke that my friend and I share http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/251086/ inspired by Kahlil Gibran's words : "You and your enemy will be close friend when you both die" - or something like that... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/249916/ knowing it doesn't change a thingwriting it only makesme woderwhy I try     to change... and we are all pieces on a checker board,moved and skippeduntil we trip andfall off the edge of our world. crashing,failing to meet the demands of our minds,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247962/ I feel a pattern forming here.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247957/ Literally and figuratively :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247956/ Someoen at my school said he had respect for me - I got the feelign that this was because I stick by my ideals/morals and because I am 'different'. His assumption that I do not 'follow the crowd" really hit home for me, and I know that my actions do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247891/ wrote it about my ADHD/depression issues - and wanting to much not to rely on medication http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247460/ just a bit of honesty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247448/ something I wrote for my best friend and her boyfriend who live with about nine states in between them... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247446/ just something I pounded out a few hours ago - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/247445/ I wrote a lot last night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/243924/  chains limit my movementthough my feetareshackled lightly. but I would not be thehuman to takea portion andnot the whole.   do not offer me freedom ifit is half-felt and half-given. do not promise the worldand limit the boarders I see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caerspen/243922/