http://slow.writerscafe.org/tiefightersunite The original writings of author tiefightersunite en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016777 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Red eyelids, blue worldWhat is concrete but rocks and stone?What am I but marrow and bone?Tiny flowers poke up through the grassSpringtime’s glory will not last Red eyelids, blue worldWhat is the sky but blue glass?What are you but burnished bent brass?Rain lit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/992540/ I am but a wave in the midst of fearsome vast water;I can no more change the pattern of the seaThan man can count the countless stars.Here and now I am small, insignificant,A minute blip in the torrent of a stormMy fate is not my own, my life is not to be steeredThrough the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/992538/ This is surely not(as I had thought)The winter night Of my lifeOut comes the moon,To keep company the starsAnd feel them smile,Comfort, ‘this is your spring,Rejoice for you are Young and vibrant’My eyes are open, My ears tuned to songI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/992537/ parody of lord byron's 'she walks in beauty' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/644037/ I am the shadow behind trees,The whisper between the branchesThat you cannot account for in the still night.Green are my eyes like my children in the soil,And silver is my hair, silver like the ages of men I havelived.I sleep not, but lie in rest between the boughsBreat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/644036/ Hush, whisper hush; our sounds cannot escape the confines ofthese walls,A small sanctuary of blankets and the ever present buzz of afanEmpty clothes abandoned on the floor in favor of warm skin,warm touch and warm breath.Our eyes are never far apart on the pillow, our eyelashes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/644034/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/539070/ ....workshop short story drawing on some repressed memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/518688/ Crowded streets blaring with the city’s breath, a chokingsmog full of neon dreams, Sidewalks paved with dead ambition, littered with cigarettebutts and failed expectations.Mother Nature cringes at the fires of industry as she stalksthe streets, Her glassy brow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/510241/ Empty words.Light fading slowly across the walls, an entire day wasted.Crumpled remains of failed art projects littering the floor,And stains on the carpet.Jeans that have occupied the same stretch of floor days now,wrinkles setting in to stay. Cluttered boxes of penc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/508419/ work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/503086/ a distant glowing light blurred by snowfall, my destination beckons. each dragging foot slides over ice and leaves me tumbling into the hard ground,my numb hands useful still at least to catch me before my face makes contact. above me the clouds lit from within by the snow and its reflection of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/497783/ today is a silver lined day, the cold pressing in on my skin like fabric.the scarf around my neck pulls tight like a noose and i feel tired,i turn my eyes to the darkening sky with a sigh and pull my sleeves downovermy dry hands. trees clothed in tinfoil and silver spangles encircle me, small pile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/497779/ /rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/497778/ long drive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/494525/ ...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/485350/ ...i'll make it more of a poem later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/483658/ tear holes in me. i am nothing. take what you can and dont think of giving it back. wear what you will and despise me for liking it. half of me wants to never see your face again, the other half pines for it desperately. those memories of freedom haunt me in my prison cell, taunting me, the smell of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/479970/ 4 amNo traffic.Lights are scarce, but the darkness is lifting slightly.The clouds lighten the sky, a fluffy blanket masking the meteors.It’s not quite cold enough for breath to turn to vapor,But hands are still numb.Hot coffee burns throat, thaws hands, scents t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/478799/ Sitting at a red light. He watches the girl in the car next to his,Singing her heart out. Her old ford is green, its bumper peppered with colorful stickers.As he watches, her face changes from carefree to utter sadness with one drawn out note;She continues to sing, her face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/478798/ chain reaction. itty bitty stories all connected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/478793/ alcohol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/474736/ class prompt. working on turning a few into actual pieces. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/473424/ another assignment, just to write out dreams that we could remember, without really going into a lot of detail. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/473260/ work from class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/470880/ In the dream I am playing baseball. I hate baseball. I’m in the outfield, tugging at my striped collar impatiently. Every time the ball comes my way I blink and it’s gone, before I can even raise my glove. I’m forever anticipating the catch. None of the other pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/470159/ another prompt from class, endless questions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/467889/ just a silly prompt from creative writing class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/467882/ ranting a bit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/466149/ started as a one-liner for class, but i took it and elaborated (maybe too much) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/464994/ work in progress scrap from creative writing class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/464992/ i took the end part of 'the night mare' and focused on the imagery in the end, slowing it down and zooming in to the specifics of that scene in my bedroom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/457910/ the sky is pink at 11:56 pm, the time i was born. the walk from car to door seems eternal, each step a lifetime of man.swiftly descending raindrops swirling in the air around me through my breath’s hot vapor,and i let them fall. one lands on my forehead and rolls down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/454777/ feeling nostalgic... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/309049/ badoom, badoom.i feel my heart, feel my chest convulse,beating out the drumbeat of my lifebackground music, my soundtrackthis heaving mass of muscle lodged in the very core of my body and my beingmy heart,of literal or figurative sense;love, feelings, passionmyself, my fleshy vess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306625/ (cringe)a blast of paincousing through my brainmy eyes closeas i try to concentratetheres a thorny whirlwindripping holes in my memorythe blood clotting and congealingcolors dance behind my eyelidsshoots of neon branching outshot with blood redgasping, chokinga sob escapes my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306621/ I was the war, the conflict, the triumphI was in every action they madeEvery shot, every stumble, every fall,I was the dust beneath their feetThe bullets in their guns, the knives in their handsI was the blood on the ground, in the dirt,And the screams ripping through the airI was in e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306620/ To exist, or not exist, that is the mind’s greatest conflict.Is it better to live through strife,To suffer attacks body and soul,Or to fight back against fateAnd finish yourself first? To die-Never sleep, and with eternal sleep we endThe troubles and misfortunesThat come with bei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306618/ volume up, over ears, close eyes.the world falls away with the first notelifting me from gravity’s hold,takes me spinning above the rooftops.it fills me up, music, from top to bottom,a gold substance that erases all else,all troubled thought is removed from my brain.this tremblin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306616/ fill me. fill me from head to toe,fill my thoughts with your consciousness,fill me with thoughts, any thoughts,pour yourself into my skullgush out my ears to the floor;be the air flooding my lungs,the blood racing through my skipping heart.you enter my mind with every stray moment,ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306615/ i am the only one,the only one in the world aware of timetime that i grasped for a blink of spacebefore it trickled through my fingers, lost forever.where will we be at it's end?when all the laughter and tears have grinded to a halt,leaving space empty, emptier than before,leaving a gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306611/ just one moment, one second,one heartbeat, one blinkone glance and one small stuttering eye contact.if i dare to spin some fantastic fantasy,could i make it real?If you fly away i wont come after you.its one second of life that,in my mind, becomes years upon years that could be.its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306609/ its always there,lurking in the back of my mindthat thought that i love to ponderwhen i close my eyes, lay my head down,its there,waiting to start up again, playing on the inside of my eyelidsthis endless movie i've made 'dream' is too light a word for it,its more than that, simply.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tiefightersunite/306607/