http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ohhhwillow The original writings of author Ohhhwillow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173075 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I ran purple in the shampooHair,Bruised,I ranIt was blue this time,The overdue reinvention of my maskAnd will be fortified soon for some other,Faceless thingRock bands do it betterDisguising distress with death to defyThe conditioned, combed locks ofCommon peopleI ranTo be common all at once and all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1721755/ For my best friend, Sarah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1721750/ The lavender whispersThat relief is long overdue,And listens to the fears that fester in my fingertipsIlluminating,In their ill disposition,A denial of the dreams that sit within the willow trees.Tickled by the sorrow, only,Of our weeping limbs,The plant supposesAll of us that make sights with pensW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1642826/ I evacuate the tracesOf a self-contained plagueFrom the places a thousand faces know well;They think,A lot, too,About the dust that gathers upon the coversWe treat as transparent truths -Where the intricate importances hideNeedless to say,I am searching in the spaces between everythingAnd emptinessF.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1615399/ Rhymes are for the remains of menThat sometimes sift through vices callously;The reporters and contributors to a so-called cultural decayIn the places where pretty faces are cast in chrome,And monuments are melted to the form of fragile things -Like Willows, and Ferns -The clowns of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1611204/ accidentally dropping our illusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1544629/ The truth is hard to tell, in all honesty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1544610/ A bunch of thoughts that my fingers arranged on the screen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1500056/ A poem, about pieces of things that get all smushed up together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1487627/ There is something like a misty blanket between here and there, beyond our shells http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1465667/ The hourglass breaks and sets our souls into the unknown, mending itself for the next day - we remain within it, lessons for the learning, roses in our loved ones gardens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1404879/ I forgot the significance of forgotten places in a much missed wardrobe, of faces in the lines of books that created spaces in my consciousness. I remember now, the cool of quietness in a busy room http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1305201/ We become who we are by extracting parts of those around us, through love and hate and wisdom. Until we are one and other, for better and worse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1260371/ This time, I want to hear everyone else's interpretations! Thanks for reading! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1248654/ Live in the moment, let go of the past. Feel the stars upon your cheeks, taste the tears while they last. Hear the clock in the distance, absorb the moment, and forget everything remote http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1231707/ 21/7/13 You cannot see the world in its entirety, until you have tasted its little miracles; felt its real gifts, the unnoticed sublimities of the earth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1210079/ 21/6/13 To fall with wings of freedom is to succeed; it is that bird whom flies with stained feathers that meets failure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1195966/ The truth hurts - a honest understatement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1180836/ 27/4/13 I wrote this with the thought in mind of our split spirit, with intent to explore our broken and beautiful layers, that create an uncertain future. An untameable snake buried within us all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1172100/ 1112/4/13 This was written to represent an idea I continue to have about beauty. I see it in everything. On broken bones and petals, on floorboards and in coffins. Each see it elsewhere, I suppose... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1157477/ 22/3/13 There are no words to match the complexities of the mind, the heart.. The beauty and ugliness that exist in the world. We can only attempt to convey our reality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1146805/ 7/3/13 We cannot help suffocate the people that we love, to our own detriment, often we love so much the colour drains from our loved ones. Perhaps poison would be a gift to many http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1143774/ 27/2/13 I based this on the idea of leaving the world behind like a flower that didn't rise in spring to blossom again.. Our fragility gives us every day uncertainty surrounding death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1133140/ 9/2/13 Brought into a world of greed what more is there to do than love. When all around is burning down I want him to hold me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1123153/ 28/1/13 Time is deceiving, gone before you know it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1116755/ 12/1/13 One person can save you from the world, unfortunately, only you can save you from yourself and others lose faith when you lose control. No matter how much you love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1105942/ 21/12/12 I wrote this based on the idea that those before us have subscribed to a life of caged ambition because so many of their dreams have met a bitter end, one I never want to meet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1096109/ 4/12/12 How do we know who others truly are, if they are falsifying themselves, their thoughts or feelings? We wear a mask for each of the people we meet, sometimes there is no expressing ourselves" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1080057/ 23/11/12 I find writing within myself, can you see me within the writing? Language is beautiful, but it will never really reflect what's in our heads even when used by the most careful tongues http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1075214/ 14/11/12 Nothimg hurts more than being left behind, drowning in your own enclosed puddle of plans and perfect times. I'll never be alone with him as my friend but I'll always crave his kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1068521/ 8/11/12 This is about reminiscing of times you cherish with people you love and have loved, about the lack of time we have and how much of it our kind waste on greedy power and facades http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1065440/ 29/8/12 The ideas we hold are recycled even when they seem our own, I think it's important to consider all possibilities put in front of us, even if society seems to have rejected them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1063779/ 25/7/12 The people in our lives come and go and it's hard to know where intentions lie, sometimes you have to let them go like fallen flowers in the wind, sometimes they stick around http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1063757/ 11/9/12 This is of war, killing and compassion. The people we know can turn to arms for the wrong reasons and leave what they love behind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1063415/ 21/9/12 inspired by the ideas of Platos republic, by false religion and a young love to be liberal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1063403/ 31/10/12 I fear the future, though the choices I make every day decide it. This is recent and not great, I've been out of touch with my writing lately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1063383/ 29/3/12 Do we make choices or are they made by the world around us? By coincidence and compromise? I hate the idea of being controlled by the fear of becoming what society taught us we shouldn't be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1063336/ Written 12th March 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ohhhwillow/1063323/