http://slow.writerscafe.org/NeathTheBalcony The original writings of author Andy Hackett en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038574 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A figure sits atop a stooping rusted crane overhanging a neverending plane of blood and concrete under a dark quilt of infinity.The sky twinkles back through the ages.The figure, its limbs sprawled over the icy giant, regards the space above it and wonders if there's any place up there in the endles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/780354/ Life is the ultimate of repetitions. All other aspects of existence seem trivial in its shadow. A game can be entertaining, but then the glee dissipates and what you're left with is emptiness. A song can be encapsulating, and then eventually, as with everything, the feeling of something new and exci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/780351/ We all know the type of people in school who just went out to intentionally bully everyone they saw as weaker. This is about confronting them, because they're really just cowards anyway. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268113/ This one is kind of embarrassing, just because it's so soppy and amateur-sounding, but I said I'd put it up anyway because I like some of the turns of phrase at the start and stuff. The theme is straightforward enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268111/ Not sure what I was on about here. I remember it being about some guy whose committed some horrible crime and doesn't know why he's doing it, but he can't stop it. Kinda like Ted Bundy or something I don't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268110/ As an agnostic (one who does not necessarily say god does not exist, but is not willing to believe without evidence), I am always wondering how I will raise my children if I have them. This is a poem pondering these thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268105/ About my relationship with my mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268102/ About me keeping my real feelings from my loved ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268101/ Written about a girl I was once in love with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268099/ About a friend who constantly used me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268097/ The narrator is a man who does not realise he has passed away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268096/ One day I was wondering what it would be like if some extremist person from another religion bombed St. Peter's Basilica. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268094/ More thoughts on whether or not I should tell someone I like them when they're a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268089/ Thoughts on what the consequences would be if I told a friend I liked her as more than a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268087/ Written for people who are alone, that nobody reaches out to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268085/ Views on religion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268081/ About a girl I liked but was struggling to say anything to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268080/ Probably my best description of myself. It's about my life and how I've developed about a person. It's also about how I felt at times towards myself and how people made me feel about myself. It's also about how in life goals or achievements among other th http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268079/ About a person who was one of my best friends, and we shared musical tastes which served as a part inspiration for this song, Coheed And Cambria being one of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268077/ A poem about being left alone with everyone I love gone or dead, and waiting for death to take me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268075/ About a girl whose name is hidden in the title (B.R.I.O.N.Y.). She is gone now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268073/ A girl, my best friend. I told her I loved her, she rejected me and said she didn't see me that way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268072/ This was, obviously enough, about a friend I lost. I only realised I'd lost him after the damage had already been inflicted. Haven't been the same since. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268071/ This was about a dream I had about a girl I liked. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268070/ The road is life and the poem talks about the choices you make in life and possible consequences, that nothing is certain and you have to take chances. Sometimes, however, these chances you take are enough to crush you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268067/ Kind of inspired by things like the stories about Alexander The Great etc. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268065/ I think this had something to do with the Jeff Buckley song "Last Goodbye", but I'm not sure because it was so long ago and I can't remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268060/ One of my oldest poems. Inspired by the Rage Against The Machine song "Born Of A Broken Man", it is about how a man spirals out of control without the person he loves being there to protect him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268058/ Part of it is a dream, part of it is what I wished was a dream. Talks about the line between illusion and reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NeathTheBalcony/268049/