http://slow.writerscafe.org/butifl_smile The original writings of author Rayne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776086430 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tongue tied andTwisted into somethingIncoherently, insubstantial;Yet I continue to listen.Ear piqued for a moment,To hear what I know I never will. A woodpeckers’ nose you haveTo bore straight through andCreate an impeccable disguise.My psyche tries to overrule meWit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/785841/ ~My Own Creation~I hold my own self worthIn the small curvature of myUpturned handMixed within the lifeAnd love lines  That branch out,Each,On an endless search;Predestined life?I think not!I’m the creator of my own story;Only I,Pen the pages within.It’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/785840/ I’m tearing in two;Being pulledTo and fro,Up and down,‘Round about,In a circle of unending thoughtsAnd emotionsOf what to do’s andRights and wrongs;Red Flags, cease your incessant wave!For once, I’ve no wishTo see or hear yourAdmonitions as your toll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/661145/ Peal back that exterior mask that hides your true beauty Oh so well. Let me see the real You! The identity of your character you ply charmingly. Don't be afraid of what you'll show; the fluttering of your heart gives it away. The untrusting, Cerulean eye, wavering to and fro. Seeking something... un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/649504/ My heart breaks with your sadness.That hurt look upon your face;Those blue eyes gazing back at meWith, “why weren’t you there for me?Why did you allow it?Am I unimportant?”I wish with all I amThat I could go back and do it again.To stand there with you,For you!T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/649498/ Unable to see into or past the next Incoming wave of life and emotion I sit in contemplation of things to come. Trying to wrap my brain around all The possibilities, The what ifs And whys Of the past, present and future Only to stare upon my Broken bricks of the now. Plucking malleable petals One by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/648526/ My treeOf life,Blood,SweatAnd tears;Help me find the words I seek.The beat of my heart;The words I’mUnable to utter aloud; Papers scatter in frustrationSearching for the perfect thingTo pen in hopes of a releaseA purge of sorts, to end my day; Jumbled th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/648489/ A hooker for the Moon;I dress exclusivelyFor his silver beamsThat compel me… …A beacon to the night,My heart dominated,My secrets bequeathed.Tears exposed to escapeIn liquid diamondRivulets that gather upon my chin.The man in the moonAllures me… …W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/648482/ My head held highThese badges worn proudI stand looking ahead, never back.I’ll not accept anything lessThen what I know I’m worth.It’s my values and morals seen fromInside out as if beacons flashingTowards those who may come close,To take at will,Things they have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/648480/ An easel of rouge; sunset of sky.Grey before orange; unfit city line.Two views; forced into one. An artist and child; buildings and sun.~ Havoc was wreaked; the child’s brush played.Sharp harsh lines; a fork, ran through paint.Dull pink and grey; soft translucent city s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/291541/  See that?You’re the one with the knife,Cutting tiny slices wherever it pleases;Wherever it causes the most pain.Is this your pleasure?Take the blame!Stop laying it at another’s feet.Be a man for once;Stand up and do the right thing.Leave if you must!My love is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/281179/ There;A glint of hope shiftswith the sway of silverwith one blowfrom Natures sweet breath.~ His Celtic, engraved sword lay among the dead screams in ambushes wake.Images flash like a photo bookof men, young and oldbeing struck as if Zeus himselfhad a part in the battle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/280468/ Pen scribbled ink blotsMar and seep into wizenedHands in a flurry to produceSustenance for the mindLacking enlightenmentSeeking otherworldlyProtestations of simply….Anything of worthValued like tomes of oldCrisp sheets lift and swayWith wanting‘Touch me Fill me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/279715/ I was given this picture and challenged to write something for it :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/276475/  I’m sickened by you.The embodiment ofSomething andSomeoneI never intendedAs a companion.An antagonistic,Contradictory,Obtuse counterpartOf me.An unabridgedOppositeFully capable ofAn affaire de Coeur. Where’s my confidante,Partner,Kindred s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/276474/  I sat;With the tides of tomorrow and yesterdaylapping  softly against my feet.Sunset to my back,narrowing my view through a single window pane. I watched;destructionwe've caused for ourselves,pawned off forour children to fixthe wrongs we've caused.A b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/276470/   You played it commendably my friend,Bravo!You’ve fooled me well.Easily done to oneLike me.The epitome Of an open book.Discreetly,You plucked my Violin strings.Led me to believe in theImpossible.Faith in the All MightyWith prayers of happiness and e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/276453/   A lone silhouette emblazoned in red.Long Black tendrils, fighting not wind.Sea spray wetted bangs, obstructing her view.Upon the craggy cliff of seagull born waves.~Rhythmic drums beat, awaiting her descent.Single step forward will bring her doom.A swivel of foot, back .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/276450/ This was a challenge to write something about whatever it was that this specific picture envoked. Given by SacredSong's Space...a 360 friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/276448/   Skillfully proficient he is Plying my strings like a marionette There for the taking, manipulating Every stroke of the unseen floss Compelling me to move unbidden. ~Is anyone watching …. ~For an audience of one A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/butifl_smile/276447/