http://slow.writerscafe.org/MarkPhilip The original writings of author MARK my Word en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011719 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Moving pens, they blot and dancePrinting history with master's handTrouble in the silence still there's masterpieceThis work of art, not all people can pleaseDraining hours like clothes in the sunor marathon during the fun runspeak the truth, make it simpleExpress the word, touching people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1305260/ My flesh looks for youtriggering lust to arisetouching yours against mineyour lips moistened mineheaven it may be:grinning and groaningnicotine in meafter, regret I've felt he fleelove, I cannot see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1235971/ The clouds crydarkness stayswind blowssorrow growstemperature staysand weather remainslike these past few daysstorm, this heart contains http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1235584/ Tick tock tick tockrunning to the place of nowherechased by the Big Benand wanting to escape from the illusionlooking into the senses of human eyescreaming heart bothered mindaccepting the present though it seems to be hardOne step towards your future:leaving yesterday for a closer tomorrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1233174/ Memories cannot be separatedin the mind and human heartlike flesh and in its souland the words that are untoldthe morning has risenthe sun's beauty has been revealedroutine in everyday be twistedwhen legacy is laid on the waybetter is to sing a happy song alonethan to live the day with yesterday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1233164/ remenBER the firstleaves monument in mindsettling the pastwalking in the presentcrossing towards futureBEaRing two on youexcited and happy, truelike roosters and lizardswho sings happy songswhen two hands become onein a six for twothings has changed on threewhen one cold septemBERgave me chance to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1232965/ This pounding heartcraves for the desireto pursuing destiny,to escaping reality.covering the uncoveredfinishing the undonehuge rock i can't carryit is yours my heavenly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1232962/ As the morning sun warms the freezing sky,So as the clouds are away from the land.One pre-summer amidst the lady dawn,In a boat which was anchored, I rode.Looked at the sunlight and sky's color thought,though different they mixedand even blind can comprehend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1174917/ 300-Word Flash Fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarkPhilip/1057260/