http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tyberg1717 The original writings of author Tyler Berg en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016651 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 freeverse poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/364454/ Today marks the day, you came to beyears down the road, you fell in love with me Beauty of ages and a soul to matchlove like yours was a bountiful catch But now we are apart, much to my distainfull of sadness and my heart full of pain Your picture, a knife in my hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/342098/ They say that stars determine fatedetermine love, determine hateamong the tales that stars entalea doomed love, is what I regale I watch the pattern, watch the paththe stars took, to show the wrathof words not said and words too latethe words of angels from heavens gate&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/308482/ Collapse in denialand fake that smile Collapse in tearsthroughout the years Collapse in solitudenightmares intrude Collapse and shoutfor all the souls in doubt Collapse in Rageand escape your cage Collapse like beforeon some distant shore&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298564/ What have I done?What have I become?A former shell of myselfI put my soul on the shelfand became this The space between the tearsmake room for all the fearsI turned my back on youstill regret it today and continue Hate me , for everything I ampull back the curtain, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298560/ Under the hot light of the theatre stage is the one place you can act differently than you normally are, you forget who you are and you become someone else in that glow under the hot light. The troubles of the world melt away when you become another person, you adapt to their life and under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298555/ My fingers stained from my nicotineI smoke three, four packs a dayit doesnt matter what you sayNo smoking sections, I'll start a scene Between my fingers, you'll see a cigarettea lighter in my jeansand a pack between the seemsI inhale every day without regret You wont s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298526/ (we open on a guy driving down a dirt road, its very bumpy and the camera shakes as he drives, he pulls into a driveway and stops suddenly, he steps out and walks up to the door , he knocks on it....no response, he knocks again) Voice : F*****g hold on a godamned minute Jack : Owen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298519/ WoeWoe to thee that dons the title of my enemyWoeWoe to me for complying with every sin I seeWoeWoe to the child that lives in a personal hellWoeWoe to the person who resides inside a shell  These stops we pull that break the paceremembering the sounds that shattered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298505/ He was just 13 when they met in science class, he had just discovered  himself for the time being, a whacked out juggalo who found humor in everything, the first time he saw her , he thought she was beautiful, but he was always wrapped up with somebody who made him unhappy, finally, On April fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298331/ The silence falls upon deaf earsbringing out my darkest fearsto never see you againonly then would hell beginmy faltering stridebitter like the nectar I imbibefallen from grace, this much is trueif we reap what we sow, what can I do? You move on in life, without a second glanc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298328/ The Past The past is realthis much is trueI want to feellike I used to So much angerso much hateif I heap on anymoreI will surely break I sit and remembereverything we saidI wish I still had your picturebut twas reduced to cinder I remember your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tyberg1717/298298/