http://slow.writerscafe.org/Classic0074 The original writings of author Michael Knight en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055814 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I dread the feeling of cold steelYour roses smelled so fresh and amazingBlossoming into a dawn of beautyGrowing thorns to protect itselfIn the shadows of your true identity What rationale can explain your inexplicable?The enigma holds a domain in your placeOnly the mind can unlockThe eventual b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1076057/ This was an intense dream I had about my former love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1076056/ My view of corporate America http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075902/ About the former love I had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075900/ I wrote this after being moved my Michael Jackson's funeral, and Al Sharpton's speech/aside to his children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075837/ I can't get enough of thisThis feeling that makes me feel biologically stableand emotionally warm in someones handsDon't tease me pleasureYour the only thing I want in my lifeYour days never end, and your addicting aroma will forever bring me to you.I hope it's not possible for you to leaveWhat will.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075836/ Faith is but a dreamFact is a nightmareMeasuring it by feeling is the best referenceThe point of no return is long pastthe days of regret and sorrow come to us allToday, is not one of those daysYour have gone too farYour not selling shortYour not gonna give upFailure is not an optionSometimes we lac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075834/ My second short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075832/ My poem to the movie Dead Poets Society http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075830/ Frustrations with people in my life in 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075828/ I was upset over a miscommunication between myself and a date http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075827/ Berlin's 80's album "Pleasure Victim" and the respective song included contributed to this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075824/ Not the mightiest forces of the universeCan stop our love, It is the time for usOur time to prove it, and we both have something to loseIf God were to lose his love, He can sure count onasking you for your compassionThe Devil is envious of our fireit supercedes his power.Nobody on the boardwalk, Nob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075816/ Never will I find the right wordsWomen are suckers for the romanticsWords that awaken our pot which stirs the passionlove and pleasure. Sometimes the ingredients don't add upYou cant just add a bunch of good tasting spicesTogether and hope for the best more than likelyIt's the rejection of your crea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075815/ 80's song from Red Rider, and this is what came out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075813/ This day I wrote it, I was playing Max Payne and being very upset with people in my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075811/ Do you feel different? or have I changed?I feel the warmth in my heartA slow fire to consume meI love you, and you say it backIf only you cared..But our time is over my loverI see your friends with a new apple treeI touch your heart, I touch your handIt feels as if it were a hollow landGoodbye my lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075809/ Listening to the graduation song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075807/ Black Sabbath listening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075805/ You guessed it, my poem on Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075266/ My poem on the next life, after life, however you describe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075265/ Only one way to go from here,No celebrations, No victory dance,No appreciation, No respect. It's a long roadNo use in making stopsthey always tear your hopes awayIt's hard as hell, every new townIs lead on to a bad heartache Each step along the way, I feel I get close to my peaceeach new t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075264/ Just ahead, lies a place where I haven't been in such timeWho knows what to expect, I see them on the streetsI see them on cars, and even behind bars.It seemed like no-mans land, seems ridiculous even coming backOne of them reached out and took my hand, another followedMy lead, the other was really .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075260/ My poem on my city: Miami http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075258/ poem on Ledger's Joker performance (not one of my best) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075257/ The Scorching Sun, and the Soft Sand all herepresent as usual, coconuts for snacksfish for lunch, and fish coconut Sandwich for dinnerI have been here marooned for I don't know howlong now ill say it took time to learn how to manage.I can survive physically, I run on the Sand, I swim in thebeach. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075255/ I was told to come out, I said no, the retort was "Dude, it's Saturday night" to which prompted me to ponder on the meaning of the nature of time being "Saturday night" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075253/ Walking during the night, heading south of the border.And I knew there was no turning back My mind racedAnd I thought what could I do?My knees were shakin, raining hardflashes everywhere, the sounds of drumsMy beatin,' in my heart wants youbut I sure as hell don'tAnd I knew...There was no help, no h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075251/ State road 97 over by the 3 Castles is the gate,nobody has crossed this valley alone.Its a tough decision to do.Be a hero with a party or be aLegend alone.The lady of the village sees travelerswalking by, its the hottest day of the year,she has water to offer them, for they don'thave canteens, swea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075249/ This is the end. Walking around. Minding my own business.And there I see it. A hole. Maybe a cave of sorts?or just a burrow from a gopher?seems pretty small, I can fit down. I begin my descent, its dark, coldand the most creepiest thing: The sound of silenceyes, it does have a sound, its nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075248/ My poem on Life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075247/ Nobody knows. It's a mystery to the outside world.We seem to be alone, but I feel were not.We must accept it.Your smile is contagious, everyone is sickeven me, I got the worse of itI have a fever.You got me burning, but I feel so coldI long for your embrace.I try find you in my mind.It's futile, I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075246/ Another ode to The Wraith, underrated B-movie with Charlie Sheen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075245/ Driving on the highway late at night, had to rush to get home to write this as it came to me after watching The Wraith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075241/ One of my favorite words, and phases of the Moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075240/ My poem to John Lennon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075238/ Looking back on this, I guess it was an attempt on existentialism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075236/ Listened to this song for the first time and this is what came out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075235/ The cold and misty daysuch an unusual atmosphereEvergreens as far as the eye can see They don't complain, they solemnly standbut when the ol' wind blows bythey come back to lifethey swing, dance, touch, speakit seems to be they are best friendseach gives each purposeas night sets in, its a different.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075234/ Watched "The Warriors" and this is what came out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075233/ Listening to the Stand by Me song. Not John Lennon's version, King's version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075231/ Time, the ultimate villainIt is one of the few certain things that exist, it's flowTime, constant yet variable its speed is never known, it changes from person to personOne thing Time can't change, is the memories of youthReluctantly we move on, forward in timeWe yearn for what once was goodTime can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075230/ One of my personal favorites. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075229/ All I know how to be is a blacksmith, nothing moreThat smell and dirty hands all day and all night are forged into my mindI don't want to leave this world knowing my life was for nothingGod, is there anything you would have me do?I awoke finally one morning and had a vision, a revelationWas it God? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075228/ In the cave running as fast as I canthat sour smell tastes just like sandJumping, running left and rightIs this enough to prove my might?Yes, I thought about turning aroundbut i couldn't live without it being foundAnd there it is, right before my eyesNo traps just silence and tranquility, all liesWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075225/ My Pink Floyd stage http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075222/ My first ACTUAL poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075221/ My first poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075217/ My first short story. My first true whim of inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Classic0074/1075216/