http://slow.writerscafe.org/pgerlits The original writings of author Patrick Gerlits en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004769 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Living in silence Somber at a glance Not a victim of violence But locked in a trance I hang my head Succumbing to the stare Falling into bed Having a wonderful affair Lying beside me My one and only friend Someone no one can see My only loose end A sense of trust building inside Too soon absconds a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1734078/ I am a man ofemotion,Filled to the brim,More diverse thanany ocean. My body is a slave,A boat,Tumbling along thewaves, Influenced by apull,An eternal sway,I will rock,This and that way, My waters teeming,Creatures, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1724976/ Once upon a timeThere was a lemonAnd a lime The lime came from afarA faraway town called Melon She crossed a great moatIn a big ol' boatAnd discovered a brand new world Days and months and years went byAs the lime searched and searched the sky But couldn't find the perfect citrus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1297937/ Laying in the darkI was afraid to let them comeDreading that rap at the doorI realized they knew where I livedAll together they cameThey had namesParkinson's, Alzheimer's, Meniere's, MunchhausenThey were attracted to meBut I wasn't comfortable with themThey weren't what I expectedThis was my dreamTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1293212/ HalloweenTis' the season,For festivities to begin,A time for heathens,And a most tasteful sin,This isn't a reason to be jolly,But a celebration of all hallows-eve,For this merriment has zombies,And ghosts hung from the eaves,The full moon in the sky,The pitch black streets,A witch on a broom flying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1257245/ Depiction of the momentousness, fragility and imaginative themes of the Human memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1246116/ See your hands, See the red,Look at your lands, See the dead,Eat the mushy veins, Feel power surge,What is sane? The primal urge,Feel it envelop the soul, That intoxicating lustSee how it stains, How the sheen gives way to rust,The warmth cascades over the body, A maroon tint,The soul disembodied, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1246109/ I gave you my heartSo that the beating of it's dead flesh may once again startI gave you my soulSo that the mourning bell within my body may never tollI gave you my loveSo that my Demons could no longer push and shoveI gave you everything that I amBut you burned it as though it were a foreign landNo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1054583/ Limerick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1054581/ Ghosts were seated around a dinner tableIn the flesh, none were stableThey all sat aroundNot making one soundWith imaginary forks and plates in handThis went on for hoursAnd the party went sourUntil one ghost stood upAnd shouted, "I've had enough!""In death you're all transparent,This is obviously a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1054577/ Just another poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1032287/ You were as a piece of twine  Wrapped around this heart of mine  Forever tightening Sending shocks through me like lightening  We were nothing but everything  Our love glistening  You could compare us to the night sky  Our love burning like those lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1020214/ Shades of Grey Tastes of bland What a beautiful gloomy day My ears filled with sand Toes unable to curl Certainty gone away This chair taking me for a whirl In dizziness I continue to stay Tonight is the night As all others have been before When I turn out the light And never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/1005433/ When I first witnessed your face it took me to a warm safe place,I fell into your embrace and I watched our love take haste, We were like glue and paste, tied together at the waist, I thought to myself , "Where had you been? Maybe God had you misplaced," Your love could never be erased, from m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/991187/ Moving beyond that infernal meshLifting up those unmovable barriersShedding my unrelenting fleshIn the arms of my eternal carriersMy voice ending before it beginsMy hearing reaching at stringsWe are all victims of sinLet us listen to it sing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/972598/ Are you awake of that a sound within your minds...ear? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/932828/ Goodnight GoodbyeI sleepAnd I lie My bed a shipMy world a dreamFloating alongThat ethereal stream Meeting people I never knewHoping one dayThey'll be alive and true Able to flyAnd able to breatheI'll stay underwaterAs long as I please And maybe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/932823/ Poem I wrote for a friend before he left to work with a cardiologist about his heart murmurs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/932803/ This poem depicts my time in the two weeks I've spent in class at job corps career prep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/816933/ Word Play man, Just word play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/800967/ Sleep well tonightSmall fireflyThough you burned so brightAnd flew so highIt's time to sleepAnd time to dreamSo don't make a peepIt is not as hard as it seemsJust shut your eyes real tightAnd just relaxWhile I turn out the lightAnd I tuck you in your sackBut be careful little fireflyAnd don't soar t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/788471/ Sunday Mass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/738683/ Interpret how you wish. I know I did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/729877/ Nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/729875/ Don't let the door hit you on the way out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/726520/ A man full of ambition and no resolve. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/720604/ This poem is self-explanatory. It's been awhile since I've tapped into my absurd humour so here's one for the fans. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/719568/ The reaper came to me last nightWaking me in a hell'ov a frightDescending upon my bedNot a noise or word to be saidA cold blanket of blackCovering my body in an icepackWords brushing against my teethI shivered underneathFight against last night's dinnerI managed a whimper"Hello?" I called out'Now, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/699592/ The act of killing oneself with the shard of a mirror. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/699302/ Love moves thousandsLove can move mountainsLives far apartAll moving with one heart...Love is a gift from GodMoving the world like a giant cogMore powerful than the largest bombMore resounding than the loudest gongLove is what gives us all something in commonEven if you're a MartianLove is greater t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/688077/ A shadow Looking up at the newborn skyA haze of impossible amountsofprecipitation and nourishmentshrouds the rising fireas though a cloakA force tears atthe fabric the shadow wearsand chills even the mostcourageous spinecarrying seeds of hopeA deluge of lifepummels the sandy alcoveof a neverending s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/686734/ I wrote this to commemorate my sixth month anniversary with my girlfriend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/681846/ A shroud creeping over the horizonLike a dismembered child climbing up the umbilical cordBack to it's homeIt feels safe surrounded by the sins of the motherInside that womb made of four walls"Take this journey with me"Mangled and bloodied teeth barred"Return to wince you came"Exhaling clouds of tar".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/655340/ Can you see the tears I cryThe shallowness of my sighsCan you see my burdensThe effort of my sermonsCan you see this dull glowMy dying woesCan you see the pain I feelIt's like eating my last mealCan you see my strideAs I walk down that corridor to dieCan you see my wristsNo shackles tightened with a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/653302/ Commemorating our four month anniversary http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/645095/ BackwardsOnce upon a timeI spy with my eyeA doom-sayer signIn a world ready to dieHe said:...The end is not nigh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/638239/ The unintelligible masses comprise elementary schemes and dream ignorant dreams; without imagination or ambition their best wishes can never come to fruition--yes, this is an institution for the lame and dumb and all those poverty stricken bums...on top of the world with million dollar mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/631164/ Self-explanatory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/610719/ Starshine***Like specks of lint strewn across a charcoal colored blanket, a kaleidoscope of images appear in the night sky; distant pieces of an impossible puzzle, each dot representing possibilities of creation--flashes of bright silver draw shapes, each line suggesting improbable speeds; as if a h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/609703/ My take on contemporary America. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/607023/ An experiment of mine; just wanted to see how many rhymes I could make. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/603160/ Wrote this after my girlfriend and I had a fight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/602908/ The feelings most teens have in modern day culture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/598420/ This poem was written out of spite and hate. Any emotion you sense here is anger--read it as such. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/595633/ This poem depicts Heaven, Hell, and Life in terms which evoke imagery! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/590688/ A dark look into the life of a depressed mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/590401/ This poem describes the process through which I go when I write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/588104/ My best, and most meaningful work yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/585639/ Different approach at writing a poem; something along the lines of Paradise Lost by John Milton. Might continue it at some point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/578750/ Concerns of a two-faced man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pgerlits/523427/