http://slow.writerscafe.org/inkblackwriting The original writings of author InkBlack en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776058286 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My first attempt at Satire. Hope it doesn't fail. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/731745/ a poem about being LGBTQ as a teenager. Mostly about a friend of mine and my own experience with questioning whether I'm bi or straight for 5 years now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/692710/ Your presence hangs over my writingLike an incessant London fog,Just as every other love before you. But I have discarded those pages long ago,When my interests shifted,And I found a new obsession. Am I wasting my time writing about you?Are you another personal fad?Or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/669611/ I had this idea while bored and not wanting to study for finals http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/669610/ I decided to just leave it at this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/662392/ The pain of another has found me,It has entered my mind,And it’s possessing me. Your tears transfer to my own eyes,And fall,Soaking my blankets. I read your scrolls,Words of anguish, abuse and death fill my eyes,And it enrages me as it saddens me. Your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/657018/ I wrote this poem as a warm up for my school's writing club, it was supposed to be about a hero in our lives. I picked the leaves for whatever reason. The picture with this is one of mine :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/619802/ I was going to elaborate on this, but then I decided not to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/600894/ about a guy I'm 90-95% sure has a crush on me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/587736/ I sit on the front porch,In my cutoff jeans,Drinking peach tea,And listening to soft rock playing in the background. Bees fly around me,Pollinating the multitude of flowers.Kids run around the grass and concrete,As they play their childhood games.The sun bakes my skin,And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/587281/ about a friend who recently passed away, and the scene at her funeral. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/583564/ The snow falls to the ground,The plants wither into skeletons,The trees are stripped of their leaves,And left naked in the frigid air. I stand alone in this room,Watching the ravens fly around the furnace.The yard littered with summer's waste,Becomes blanketed with grey.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/583302/ A poem about a friend I met on a mission trip with a lot of issues. If you read this and know who you are friend, that's cool :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/579917/ Pasty cold skinWith blue undertonesTired eyes that never stay openThrough the crevasses of her lidsLie yellowed eyesHer body lies limpNumb and paralyzedShe cannot moveShe does not want to moveShe craves the taste of meatJuicy succulent meatThose green leaves are not enoughT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/554557/ The huge monstrous spiderWent down State StreetUp came the busAnd swooped the spider upAnd then it crashedAnd blew up into flamesAnd the huge monstrous spiderHad its funeral in the rain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/548311/ I decided to write a rhyming poem just for the heck of it, and to make my writing club's advisor mad ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/534009/ polaroids rule!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/528145/ I wrote this when I was a Christian, and a lot of it still reigns true to me and my current lifestyle and beliefs. I think we should all believe this, Christian or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/454511/ This is basically a poem about being inspired about being uninspired http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/404920/ Just so you know, "Der Spiegel" is German for "The Mirror", but the story will not be written entirely in German. This is prose poem/short story about a girl risen from the dead walking through her town reminising her past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/390124/ This is a poem about the darker side of Christmas and kind of how the real reason for the season has been lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/354630/ This is a poem I wrote in Spanish then translated into English. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/290823/ This is one of the first real poems I wrote. It will turn 1 on July 14th http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkblackwriting/285417/