http://slow.writerscafe.org/Haru329 The original writings of author Chris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984115 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He knew he was in there. He had seen him turn into the artroom, his gait firm with his hands clasping his backpack straps, as if he knewwho he was and didn’t have to prove that to anyone, already aware of hisstrengths because he had worked his way to the top of his own echelon, and hew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1487695/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1487694/ I was sleeping when it happened--It came bursting through the windowAnd startled me awake, the signOf my tormentor’s presence.I leapt from my bed and boltedBut beneath my hastened footfallsI could hear the flutteringOf my pursuer’s wings right behind me--He got closer and closerAs I went.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479378/ For a while I’ve existed inside my own four walls,Carrying this weight of solitude like a boulder, My only contacts living more than a stone’s throw away.Then you came along.You cracked my walls with each smile and shared laughterUntil at last, with a friendly hugYou made my brick e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479375/ I grasp this dandelion in my hands and hold it closeAs I travel down the path that stretches to the horizon.The shadow waltzes around the sundial,And I shed a tear for every time the windPicks away at the dandelion, carrying offThe seeds little by little until only two strandsRemain on the stem. I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479374/ I want to cut out this blasted heartAnd throw it to the vultures.I yearn for a day when I don’t spend my timeHearing your voice in my head,Picturing the way your eyesShimmer when you laugh,Or aching to be one of the privilegedTo meet their lips with yours.But this broken heart beats only for y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479373/ I am a prison with the wallsClosed tightly, my barbs brandishedTo ward off friend and foe,To confine this scarred and starved vagrant.But the song of the birds relaxes the barred windows,And the light of spring’s sun shines through.I battle between barricading the door and breaking it open. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479370/ Tonight, I look forward to the embrace of my dreamsWhere you exist in cloudy clarity, but to this weeping heartYou are vivid. I can hold your guiding hand again,Find the solace in your voice that you would volunteer.When I awaken, I can taste your breath on my lips,My body tingles with the ghost of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479368/ I plunge myself into this white spaceWhere my heart can escape its cage,The blankness is my friend,The one who listens without judgment.I purge myself of this blackened bloodIn the form of words so I can breathe.I want to feel whole again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479359/ I knock down my wallsTo build them back up again,Each recreation cracked and crateredSo that you slip through,And I’m back to ground zero.This is a merry-go-roundAnd I fear that you are always Several paces away.I wish I had the willpowerTo break from this cycle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479356/ Brick by brick I construct the fantasy of you.Your brilliant eyes. The contours of your body,Flowing seamlessly together. Every step you take,The ground turns gold. Perfection.But the core is hollow.You scream and scowlYou turned left when you were supposed to turn rightYou have a mole above your n*.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1479355/ Warning: this scene contains talk of dating/domestic abuse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1354718/ I hear the knock on the door, a smileFrom an acquaintance shines through the peephole,So I barricade the door with my bed and dresserAnd scurry to the corner farthest from the door.I stare, waiting for the insistent banging to subside,But it persists, and the acquaintance cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1227993/ I look away from my dresser,While the dust settles and thickens on the cherry surface.As days pass, the particles transform into clean clothesThat sit there, stacked atop of one another,And that pile grows as days turn into weeks,And weeks turn into months,And as the tabl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1227988/ I think our pieces fit but with all of our differentDips and curves and jagged edges and colorsThe way we belong to the bigger pictureIs unclear from down here, and I try to rearrange my pieceSo it can connect with yours but I can’t find the wayWe interline and no matte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183743/ The cross-crusaders call my loveFor other men an abomination,Students and teachers are obliviousTo how their jokes and wordsAre a cigarette burning me on the inside. I stitch my lips into a smile, because I fearSpeaking could make this little world a hostile plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183208/ When our eyes locked in that second,You sent the spark that reachedDeep inside me. It charged my slow-turning gearsAnd suddenly I have a fight in me to climb The mountain up to its peak and bask in the sun’s warmth. But you also injected your heroin.My lips.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183205/ Robin eggs, clear skies, Eiffel 65, my childhood room,Blueberries, the keychain holding a memory with an old friend,The ocean, the biting cold, my teen years,An iris, the rain, his tears when the rose bloomed and when I killedit,Tranquility,my entire being, my soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183201/ Inside the grey, nothing is clearBeyond my outstretched hand, but I wander, Search in the silence for the oneWhose heartbeat melds with mine,Not knowing which who I find along the wayWill be the who that is waiting for me,But I hope to know it when our paths cross. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183198/ We’re a fence with nicks and scratches in our wood,And as the weather wears us down,Holes become craters and pieces break away.Repairs can be made, but we can never return to our original state.But still we stand like a rock.Wewon’t fade to dust until time will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183197/ My muse is the breath of sunriseThat brings the birds to sing and to play,It is the wind ushering the sailboat through the sea; My muse is a hyperactive childWho runs around and picks up new a toyAnd gets bored and runs around some more,It is the wife who leaves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183196/ You stalk among us,An invisible curse that enfeebles us on the insideUntil you grow your hideous purple flowersOn our ashen white skin. It’s a massacre�"One hundred in a year and doubled once and then twice,Our brothers’ blood.We raise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183192/ Discusses inspiration behind the arrangement of the poems and the title of the chapbook (in other words, yes, it can be ignored). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183191/ “Pouring your heartonto a page leaves you there, vulnerable, waiting for somebody to maybe evencare to read what you wrote. And then if they read it, do they really see it?And if they see it, do they relate? And is it comfortable for them? Or is it acrutch for them?”-Brad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183190/ The poetry chapbook I had to make for my final in poetry writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1183187/             “How do Ilook?” May asked as she stopped just inside the entranceway of the kitchen.  She held out her arms to show off her outfit.  It wasn’t anything too fancy: black dresspants and a matching swea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1079337/             “Alright,cool,” Michael said.  “Well, catch youlater, dude.”He turned back around, walking awayfrom Brayden and making his way down the hall. As good of a friend as Brayden was, Michael d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1079335/             “Damn, toolate,” Brayden mumbled to himself as he stopped in his tracks.  He had just come from around the corner tocheck for Ashley.  They were supposed tomeet at her locker before they went to eat lunc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1079332/             “I’m sorryI won’t be sitting with you at lunch today, babe.”            May Striderlooked over at the guy walking beside her, meeting his blue-g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1079329/ Brayden, May, and Michael were close friends growing up, but as senior year starts, relationships and plans go awry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1079328/ A scene for a novel I want to write in the future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/1000600/        Adam drummed his fingers on the table as heglanced back at the entrance of the library for the twentieth time in the pastfew minutes. There was still no sign of Scott. Adam was usually patient, but ithad been nearly fifteen minutes since fourth period stu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/984970/       It was anotherday and another lunch period, which meant it was time for Zach to have anotherlovely stroll around Pineview High. What kind of things would he come across inhis adventures? Probably nothing. There was never anything too wowing. Justmostly empt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/983477/       The clanking ofthe spoon against the ceramic bowl was rather loud in the Buckleys’ diningroom. Otherwise, everything was quiet. What other sounds found their way herecame from the living room. The TV was just loud enough for Adam to make out theweathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/982654/       “It was a busynight last night. We had a big crowd, and …”      Zach wassitting at the dinner table with the rest of the Turnbull family. 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His eyes moved in their sockets as if he was watchingsomeone, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/822690/ 100-word story for fiction writing class (the word limit includes the title). (Edited.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/788624/                 Danny didn’treally want to enter the classroom just yet. Brayden was already in there,sitting in his assigned seat in the back and talking to a nearby blonde. Dannyhad already tried killing time be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Haru329/762847/ Ever since Greg, Danny's former boyfriend, moved to a different state, Brayden has been picking on him. 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