http://slow.writerscafe.org/redhors The original writings of author redhors en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065892 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 FrankBluntHonestCuttingKnives into people’s everything Harsh criticismsTurned into witty comments for likesWho are we impressing hereIs Facebook a reflection of what your mind looks likeinside?Is it a way for me to act.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/2116485/ blog entry, existential experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/2085241/ i crave vulnerability, but I despise it  i long for complexityandcloudy nuances-but the ambiguity  is insecure  my raging current of rebellion overpowers my need for feminine healing  vulnerability is restraint,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/2084892/ He had an old soulBut was born into the new and mystifying age of narcissus. A terrifying age of temperamental delicacy,Where, All the mortals competeFor who can win the most treasured accolade-A dead, but still beating heart.  Because his own heart was deemed pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/2005209/ Iwake up in a white roomButa lady in blue tells me it’s okay.Ifade in and outAsthey do things to me. Mymind cannot moveMynaked body.Mylips cannot express Myfear in desperate screams.Ican’t even move my fingers while they dig thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1823597/ My attempt at a Steinian style work for creative writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1821382/ Little starlingRemove your precious wing from this trap;It keeps you from the freedom of the skies.Danger is hiding and waiting for you If you don’t succeed. A cat’s paw could easily swipeAnd your shimmering feathers would be scatteredAcross the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1821380/ Crankopen my mouthDropin your white pill-I’vegiven up. Somany expectationsFrommyselfFriendsLoversAndfamily. Noone told meWhathappens to you Whenevery time you fight,Youlose. Youdon’t just los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1821378/ Sometimes I forgetI’m not alone.I don’t feel God orThe angels Or spirits ofancestors past Who guide me in mylife. Sometimes I don’tfeel anything. Then you give me asignYou show me you’realways here.Often it&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1818537/ There’s a fire burning deep inside my heart. It’s an aching, dull pain that doesn’t ever want toleaveUnless I’m with you. The embers flutter to life when I think of your name,Your touch awakens the flames like a blacksmith’s bellows.They l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1807723/ I was born to fight.My veins course with singing wildfireMy hands are rough like my fathers who worked the landMy eyes are sharp and made of silver stoneI see everything. I have never taken a bridleI have never felt a brandSome men have tried to break me,They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1790422/ accidental mishap of universalcosmic forces.that is why we are herein this pointless glob of thoughtinventions. wake up, people of this "earth"i want to go home. i want to be nothingness that issomething againi dont want to know where i amgoing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1785278/ White dog paws leave white wolf tracksIn the camel colored sand of my dirt road.He will follow me anywhere, SmilingTail high-A proud badge of friendship And solid loyalty.He is a certified raccoon killerGarbage getterCounter surfer and Couch jumper.His amb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1785277/  The man thatmorphs into a wolfStalks thenight of the full moon.His midnightcoatBlends inwith the lulling branchesOf thepsychotic forest If you catcha glimpse Into hisbloodshot eyesThen maybeyou can seeAll who hehas killed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1785275/ The horse is Beauty in motion, A loyal partner,An honest friend. A portrait in disguise.Manes like cascading waterTails proud, silky bannersCoats shimmer in the morning sunMuscles ripple beneath slick pelts. I catch my breath As their shadows d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1785273/ Often without a sign,Life changes course;Your soul’s ship can take you intouncharted territory,While Scylla rips at your human plansand beliefs. We get comfortable in our cocoonsWarm, soft and cushioned,Until the force of the universeSteers us towards u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1785269/ A rusted chainSunk deep Into the granite cliffOverlooking the seaHolds her from the astral planes Tethered by a bleeding ankleShe writhes against the rockHer blonde hair And delicate features too beautifulAnd  tenderFor this ferocious helplessnes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redhors/1785266/