http://slow.writerscafe.org/ahem The original writings of author <3 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776080158 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a song I wrote (although I haven't written songs in a long time), and I added the musical aspect as well. You don't have to listen, but you can. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iJPf38pxt0 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/809193/ I'm really looking for any quick reviews on this, to be handed in for a class tomorrow. The more help, the better, and the more I love you :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/686585/ My cardinal rule flew away andsomething in the fluttering wingsmade me feel okay.  Just like thattime my mother took my brother'srubber band gun away, and said"It's too dangerous for you kids to play with anyway."  Stones andtwigs, earth, ice-balls, scooters-they were all okay.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/681643/ If the blind led the blind at least we wouldn't be so biasedwe'd follow those who sounded right rather than those who looked the nicestaverage is never good enough is it?right is never quite enough is it?Expectations are the default of manlove is the only thing unplannedand yet  I can't seem to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617407/ The idea of securityWith haunting thoughts of purityNow I stand aloneTo dethroneMy own kings and queens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617405/ The fool is the man who went out on the limbDove off the platform not knowing how to swimHe's gasping for airPeople marvel and stareAs more dive inTo the same fate as himFor the rest or themselvesThey want to bring helpThey want to be herosThey want to be gods in the eyes of the worldThey fulfi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617367/ The idea of securityWith haunting thoughts of purityNow I stand aloneTo dethroneMy own kings and queens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617364/ If the blind led the blind at least we wouldn't be so biasedwe'd follow those who sounded right rather than those who looked the nicestaverage is never good enough is it?right is never quite enough is it?Expectations are the default of manlove is the only thing unplannedand yet  I can't seem to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617212/ It all started with the letterIt all ended with the dawnMy heart was just a martyrMy aim was never onIt all started with the letterIt all ended with the nightYou took me in so lightlyThrew me out without a fightIt all ends with a letterPost scripted I love youThough it's crooked in it's meaningIt st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617207/ Since I can not write you a verse on lovethen it must be I do not love you;and yet your very presencebrings a permanent shade of blue:depression of love, or lack?There is no meaning in your lust,and yet it has taken my meaning.Parasitic need for attention?Like metal covered in rust,though I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617206/ I sat with love in a dimly lit venuepassed his grace on a crowded streetsaid his name in a small conversationheld him close to slow songs beattook his words like a martyr the biblefelt his meaning as trees feel the windcaught myself before I felt the waves crashyet I'm still drowning in wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617203/ I'd shoot down the sun if it would blind the whole worldjust so I wouldn't have to see you one more timeI'd cross every ocean, land on every shoreRun to the devil and sign on the dotted line Memories are like tattoos that stick onto the cerebrumand the past is like the present missing a hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617202/ If you were the moon I'd gladly be a star,shine by your side to a lower degree.I'd be the sun and give you all of my light.I'd be the sky and let your glow fulfill me. But you want someone who will put you out.You'll come running back again when you're doused. If you were the sea I'd happi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617198/ We bloom so gracefully like roses in the fieldTo be left without water! Oh, and the empty aching I always feel!It’s only a simple bother.But how can you say I went away?My roots where so deeply plantedI doubt I could have swayed,Take for granted strayed!I always dreamed of being blue,But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617197/ I hope you’re heartless because then at least there would be some consolationEach of your breaths is just a space in desolation But smile for me babyI need a little romance,Dance with me, swing with me?Love doesn’t deserve a chance!Not when it’s so hopeless. I really hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617193/ Revenge is the coldest act a dead man can commitIt seeps into the soul like a dagger in the backSlowly but surely killing its host with cruel realizationThough at first it may seem indeterminateOver time it will leave its deep trackSlowly misdirecting all the target’s navigation There is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617191/ An entire city lies at my feetBut you are everything, everywhereI take stroll down crowded streetsOh, there! You are there. A shadow graced my lipsAnd I called your nameI reach with the edge of my fingertipsJust nicking the old shameThe feeling of emptinessThe one you left for me to rememb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617189/ I can't find the strength to get up anymoremy days are just spent sulking in my bedI placed a bet because I felt so sureSure enough I lost my headbetter off dead, better off dead My heart hasn't skipped a beat in so longThe butterflies haven't even flown in monthsI once used.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617188/ Another man wearing his father's clothesUncomfortably awkward on the edge of his lifeLike the tallest tree he continually growsthough he only grows more dead insideWith the loss of all his hopes and dreamsthe shoes his father left get heavyHe'll go home and in sillence screamTell himself this time h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617187/ Kinda always knewAs pessimists usually doThat the world is cruelThat my plans were falling throughBlue skies come and goBlue hearts tend to showWhen all you ever knowIs how to die and grow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617184/ There was a funeral; nobody came,The arrangements donated by the grace of the church.Though he hadn't believed in what they preachedThey came to his aid all the same.Then again, He never shall never know, can't by what they say,That someone, they as  a whole beseachedTheir own wanderi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617183/ My heart is tender in this calloused world,rolling over stones as it owns the pavementhaving been there so many times before;travelling those same paths.Blooming with the days and pacing through the nights.As if rhythm is all it may contain, metaphorically though.Because that same, cold world, even .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617182/ Knowing myself to be the bane of his existence fills me,not with pleasure, or pain, but pure emotion.A watery substance only defined by what it contains,in its cleanest form, nothing, it is nothing, is filled with nothing;Yet it is there.How can something fake be defined?Even in the definition it mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617181/ Everything about the morning drives me homein your simple picture of the common drone, andI wish you wouldn't the say the things that hurtmy feelings, left me burning photos buried in the dirtthat holds the hands of so many lovers come and gowhat we have to show we cannot seewhat is coming from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617179/ Words are hollowso I can hide insideas our actionscontrol the nightdancing sweetlysipping slowtaking it inso we can let it go Arms embracing necksshoulders feeling warmthplease let me forgetthe day this night was bornbecause up until this momentI have not been aliveWhat I saw as realitywas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617178/ The noise is growing distantAs the current makes its wayThe atmospheres resistantAs we head for better daysBut there are shadows in the waterAnd it is ripping at the seamsAll the sons and daughtersLetting free their stifled screamsCrying for resistanceBuilding an empireOf popsicle sticks and chewing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617177/ When it's cold you wrap around me like the softest tapestryretaining heat like water in a glass warmth pouring slowly too my feetseconds bleed to hours, days, and lifetimes pass awaythen you unwind against the hour glasses time forsaken game When it's warm you take the sunshine and disgrace it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617175/ What an artist the world loses in meI don't want to trade my song for goldThis city is my love, but I'll burn it to the groundI don't want to be the one to burn Rome I'm a paradox, everything that I am notI don't want to keep the audience captiveThere is such a fine line between humane and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617173/ The men with the powder get the sky as their canvasBut one day only our chimneys will be standingAnd the men with the power get the sky as their canvasBut one day only their chimneys will be standing So I sit and watch smokey, smokeySilent killer on the second palmwar time shots, war time shots.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617172/ Last night, I awoke.No one else had even made the attempt.And the morning light, my eyes choke.Fluttering lashes, hair unkept.I breathe in the freedom.It tastes like lonliness.Exhale the seclusion.It escapes like homliness.I twist and turn.Try to sleep again.But we never seem to learn.Once life chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617166/ Searching for God in a bowl of water,no one seems to know my name.Just like his little lambs flock to the slaughter,my heart longs to be saved and waits to be slain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617159/ You do not exist in my spiderweb.A snap shot of a drawing I once traced.The contours blending, fading, eroding;I cannot follow the rigid face.You grew a beard but quickly cut it.Blue eyes shining in purple lights,dancing with glowsticks and girls with green hair.Aqua bubbles and torn tights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/617157/ Blue back fly fightTaking time to realignHear hollow fear followMy sweet winged weapon sister of the swallowBeak breaks teeth missingSing a song wrongBlack bearing lung tearingBreak the paneled panesThe friar faringWings wade thick thoughtsShadowing shrouds, cloudsblock break create chaossit on that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/528674/ Dear _____, Oh those big brown eyes staring down the arch of your nose, bedroom gaze and smooth glaze of fog between us.  Anything, Anywhere; I was yours forever after that.  So many other moments would come, yet they were all tainted.  She ruined everything. We.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/496203/ You say let it be but you don't know what it is,Show a side a day, and then say difference is blissIgnorance is the fruit by which men growWhen all we want is what we never know. You say seven days is about eight days a weekWant to build up your prospects before hitting your pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/491051/  Let's sail away, across distant seasCandle light against the glooming treesTonight we'll sleep on satin grassA chirping orchestra, drumming overpassbarking dog, crying childA summer wind blowing rampant, wildLotus floating on the blue lagoonGive me the stars, I brought you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/491047/ Long ago, like a book back on the shelfI left you sitting with people like your self.I thought you'd find a way to fly. Half a year later and your still waitingfor anyone to come back and flip through the pagesCould we be so blind? Dare me to begin againI been waiting, wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/490930/ I drink; for there I can.That little house with the yellow shingles.Sun shining down on the hollowed town.I know your name, you know mine.Beyond that you don't exist.Everthing of the past months,thrown down for five bucks and a red plastic cup.I drink; for there I can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/489317/ 1,2,3,4,letters.I feel as though I know you,but I dont.1, 2, 3, 4,moments.Spread thin like the last of the summer stores,starving.1,  2,  3,  4,breaths.I can taste the empty pale draft,infecting.1,   2,   3,   4,letters.Do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/489316/ You do not exist in my spiderweb.A snap shot of a drawing I once traced.The contours blending, fading, eroding;I cannot follow the rigid face.You grew a beard but quickly cut it.Blue eyes shining in purple lights,dancing with glowsticks and girls with green hair.Aqua bubbles and torn t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/489314/ His hands are my door,Opening wide, warm, yellowfalling upon my cheek comfortablyFingers bend forming a maskhot red blood flows beneath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/488009/ Suicide accepts naturewhen we all fight;the meaning of life is hostility.A weariness in your bones,cry me your thunder.I'll stomach any storm.My slow deathmalnutrition;if I survive to be what I need.Burning the flesh,burning the sin.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/480390/      He said he liked girls with blonde hair.  My eyes glanced over my honey-wheat strands that hung over my shoulder, then back to his dark gaze.  I left the library, skipping two steps at a time, settled into my single bed at the dorm, and slept until the next mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/479241/ Searching for God in a bowl of water,no one seems to know my name.Just like his little lambs flock to the slaughter,my heart longs to be saved and slain. The sky is dark, the moon is high;stars are far beyond the sky.People ask me why, oh why?Can I, can't I?Father my brot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/477510/ Playing the Joker's wild.  His hand low on his knee.Lift a glass to lips, red lipstick;three cards down, jazz melody.Gray fog under yellow light, a trick;like a sun in the darkened room.A twist of fingers, they all fall down.Her auburn hair; scrawny tomb.Another night in this lone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/477506/ As your hand traced my spineI thought maybe this timeMaybe this time you'll love meMy car driving fasterpast plastic and plasterTo a world of red concrete Oh, you could be my saviorBeen nailed to the cross beforeWith releasing razorsSliced by spite down to the coreMaybe th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/477504/      A man's life isn't measured by what he's done or where he's been; how many creased-sleeved-desk-jockeys know his name.  What model car her drives.  How about what brand stapler he uses to press those post modern busniess memos into a collections of soon to b recycl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/476403/ I was born in the sunbut I'll die in the shadeso the wrongs that I've donein the end will be savedfrom the eyes of man kindbehind martyrdom of photonsI'll steal away towards the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/471203/      I woke up alone, and now I'm going to sleep alone.  If the story of a lifetime was contained in a single day, and it ended as it had begun, then could ever story continue untill the end of time; on through death?  In comparison, the living and dead begin and end th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/466517/ The gibbus over headlike a candle, like a mold,We swore a solid oathto never tell they told.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahem/466147/