http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mrknowall The original writings of author MrKnowAll en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776060987 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A way to break the ice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1345676/ And under the same rock, all the villains hide, and the temper to unveil grows stronger.I couldn't be blind to what was happening, and the lion's mouth was too obvious, shackles were too realistic, pragmatism was my key."Danger Ahead" the notice proclaimed, but my heart was too stubborn, my feet wer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1325775/ "Don't go alone on a blood moon, it's calling for blood". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1300478/ Divine star, oh, divine star,you are tremendous in your sight,you are the mending star,the prettiest of the night,the greatest of your kind.Divine star, says :I'm the sand in the wind,I'm the rock in the ocean,I seize the light,I bring the night,I share my hope,I take your fear,I bring justice,I tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1300426/ funny poetry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1300310/ How can writer's block be so painful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1299925/ The cure talks about a way to deal with all the evil in the world. To create a new-better world, we must move on from the eye, go into darkness and be reborn with our own tools , and use our own light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1298917/ The decaying starts singing,wolves pray from the bushes,death spreads around.The brave warrior, titled,gives his last blink,and slips into the night.There he shell never wake again,to see, feel , breath , the beloved,the one he saved.The story of the warrior, is sad,known, but al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1296622/ Something I TEND to do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1271101/ This poem has a unique interpretation :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1249677/ And after the late night bar,in which everyone inclined to the same mind.He gave us rifles and told us tales and storiesabout wolves praying for our kind.We stood in one line,and he said:” Follow my line.”I wish I could go back in time,destroy every line,to which.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1243431/ Your presence is undeniable ,You are here. I feel pressured.Totally blinded to reason,I walk towards you,feeling so uneasy.A mix of feelings make it impossible to bear,I walk slower, until I stop,take a deep breath, count to three,and do the undeniable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1241162/ …And they pulled me, dragged me, to this cave that looked like a lion’s mouth, and the road which they dragged me was his tongue.I was forced to open my eyes, they showed me the statue of love, but I declined, I don’t believe in this kind.Then I was dragged outside, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1238257/ I will never forget that day,in which he made that toast , that said:No one is equal to us.He made it with a sprinkling taste of wine,that blurred all the wrong in that line,and made everyone incline. He took our weapons, our hearts, our souls,and left us speechless to the toast,bare naked to roast... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1237769/ Pets eyes are so beautiful , but maybe, maybe they hold something powerful. A short inquiry on my behalf. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1233360/ Pull me back in time, remind me of love, song.Danger ahead, I can't stop, sounds of stress, it makes my point.More and more voice, in the name of love, song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1232536/ Light , night, maybe a drunk fight,focus eyes on the bigger surprise.Pardon , flashlights don't work,consider glasses perhaps.Long walks, no shadows, I can't be lost,group is tight.Light , night,I thought I'm not,but I'm lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1230061/ The harmony we materialized is long gone, the remains are hidden beneath the carpet.Songs of daylight and love, were shared , and flowers would blossom as the songs spread.Sometimes..I check underneath the carpet, for the last remains of our last duet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1229636/ The surface ground turned red, horns of victory occupied the sky, after a few hours - the painters arrived.In that day, the sun challenged the earth, delightful fury consumed, rocks shivering from pain, and the light has yet to cease.Jolly day for the painters, seize the time, size.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1228578/ On the attic , when winds outside ,and storms threatened me,I found the box of jolly times.On the attic, I reminisced ,of times when the wind,was just part of the weather.On the attic, sudden darkness took place,and the place was empty,but a white tunnel that led nowhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1227610/ When flames spread, they leave nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1226370/ The poem deals with something that is inner...unseen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1225331/ I try not to touch this rose,it reminds me of beautiful days that are long gone,days where you would dream of present,and the dream would continue forever.Near the rose there is a letter,it is wrinkled and wet,rain has done it again.Rain that deceived your eyes and heart,and made you miss the rushin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1224300/ Like a habit in life, I take this poem , inhabit it to my heart,crave it to my soul, with ancient tools it hurts.I struggle not to bleed,but scars start to appear.I pray for mercy beyond the skies,where dreams come true,and my memorized poem ,is now part of me,part of whom I want to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1212925/ I want to get on my knees ,say that I'm sorry for all that I have done.I want to lean my ear to your chest,hear your heartbeat race,then whisper in your ear:I love you.I want to live an immortal life with you ,until , until the sun's fuel is over ,and we turn into ashes of space. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1188725/ Today, this hot summer day,  I sit near the fountain in my favorite park,dreaming of wild adventures with the girl I'm in love.I always say : "Don't expect too much" , but today, this hot summer day,I remember stories and tales.The kids in the park tend to wreck anything that is in their way,bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1167512/ I...I smell death.It rises up from the ashes of the forgotten,of the unseen, of the unheard.It rises up-up to the sky towards a big gate,and the gate is heavily guarded by two angels or devils.I sneak in, unseen, unheard, forgotten,and I see nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1148898/ May I not be memorizedby your beauty.In my eyes deep down,a wild ocean needs mending.May my lips not struggle - - to fight one another.The color of red has long gone,chillness in my chicks,I feel your presence now.May mind find peacewhere roses become black,and oceans of water scream for help.Blood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1143477/ He went away,far away from the wild woods,from the arduous storm,and found a place where he belongs.There the leaves wont fall,the sunshine will never end,and the people are all dead.There he could sit quite ,breath the air of freedom,calm his mind,and never think of tomorrowor about the divine.Afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1138774/ He sat down on the chair , careful he was in that motion,treated the chair as if it was his sacred temple.With resistance his eyes closed,and there he satday dreaming of the past.He dreamed of all the past and all he gained,and dreamed of his youth time and his adult time.Then he woke up,tired of al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1138214/ I watched from the window of my house,watched the sun fall down,amazed I was as soon as it went dark.My memories were whirling in my mind,thoughts from here and from there,couldn't mend this time,and I remembered the bridges I passed.I dream of bridges burning, reminds me of the sun,and then I brood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1135343/ As I stood there, leaning on a pole,I felt the chill weather touching my skin,I heard whispers of the ice queen ,and saw the fountain play over and over.I couldn't resist but to check on my hands,they were cold and shivering,and suddenly, the ice that covered my head,changed to water.I have yet to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1128423/ I have once met the opposite of mine,seemed like his colors were utterly hard to define,to my vision , he was the opposite of mine.I've put some thought in awhile,just to see what kind of thoughts may come,it struck me like a lighting to discover :his blood is the same color as mine.He was my nemesi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1122014/ The rain hits the roof,the burst is declared in a infinite sound.The rain gets stronger,evident to what I am about to write.I will not abort your actions rain, ( like you think)not because I am unable,but because I admire you.You have the force of a god.When you declare war on the ground,you win wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1118012/ A place of my own. 19 - century . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1113773/  Be good, be bad,I have no eyes,I take your soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1109913/                                                         He said , she said,                        N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1109905/ Whispers she hears,white color dressing is felt around,sheckels of doom hold her to the ground,unbreakable they are.Birds greet her in the morning,they bring blessing of the sun,but deny her of feeling the heat.The birds are just playing around,they don't really care. They are birds.But for her,thos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1109899/ I am standing here,wishing I was somewhere else,couldn't this be done in a different tense?It's quite easy, they say..You just put your foot ,and walk all the way.Everything stops.Freezes, as if you it's a frozen night,All waiting for you to pass,but the mind has a different plan.I want to escape, r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1108970/ Breath this deadly poison,relish on it , be joyful,it's not really a poison ,you know..Soft and kind you were born,couldn't even hide a knife ,in that womb of yours. Now you are jelly ,to shape as I want,to cut where I wish,that's the point of brain-washing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1108964/ Tragic are words that come with pain,they bare truth, honesty,but mostly agony.In the valley of people,upon the ruins of yesterday,tomorrow will be a better day.A new world at ends,will surface, and I will be proud to say:"good bye yesterday". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1108956/ I remember them flying,coming back in coffins,they were strange in their looks.Sounds of glory, vigor , and what-not,shamed by them, coffins is what I see.I remember how they flew up in the sky,in that bright morning,like the sunshine , they shined,and all noticed.Seeing them there,in dark places,th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1105213/ I sense something different in your eyes,            have you changed?Ohh..You get tired alright,            what did I do?I see a different heart,       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1103255/ A bridge to where? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1100567/ Eyes can hurt, so wear sunglasses.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1099467/ We gather around, food on table,glass on top, we are ready, to welcome another year.Bring the fire , make it flame, and give-out sparks,that will paint the air with color and amaze.We have enough drinks to spoil the mind,it will make me imagine myself fly.Enough with the chit-chat, it's time we rais.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1098575/ From my window....Talk, talk, they move on,some screams, they are probably having fun.I don't mind, I got my own business of time.Next day, same place, wish they would stop doing it again,this time his drunk, and it's night, everyone sleeping but my mind.screams and shouts , are not the only pleasur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1098153/ The time on the clock says it's 1 am,2 cups of standard coffee are misplaced,this fellow forgot his time flow.A cluster of messy papers,used as a scorn for his decent use of ink.ridicule as it may look, his still awake,trying to finish someone's else mess. Somehow he was tranquil ,and even the cats .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1097649/ The rock hit . my window is shattered.     I hear the bullets, penetrating.          "Where can I go?"Posters are spread everywhere,"we have no where to go".I hear footsteps, I hope it's not them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1097026/ In the lucid night,I found you wondering alone.I called out my name,but you were silent , like the night.I gave you everything,including my soul,in return - nothing.Walk with me on the sun,where I can see your true color!Don't be afraid!There you shall feel the heat,bursting and leaving us ,beautifu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mrknowall/1096435/