http://slow.writerscafe.org/burrowsdav The original writings of author David en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002056 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  My dear friends,I have gathered you all here,for one simple and solid reason,to tell you that you are my fallen heirs.In a summation of sorts,my legacy was to be passed to you,one which required much patience,the patience I have kept losing over time. When in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/434917/ A poem dedicated to the one woman who has been/ will be there for me through thick and thin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/424486/  You told me a tale of serenity,of a world with no hurt or pain,you told me every dream of mine,would one day come true. When daddy left us,you told me things would be great,everything light and breezy,a month later, everything we owned was gone. When grampy died.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/419880/ Feel the silver glide along,sliding in neat little lines,the friction of the cuts intense.I did not want to hurt,feel a speck of pain,but it came to me anyway.My face is a deep red,you can see the mental and physical anguish seeping in,the trails of my friend glistening so bright.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/412326/ I dont know how I would describe this poem quite yet for I am not done with it at the present time. I am sure in the future there will be a better description for this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/407985/ a poem which is darkly tainted with depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/407134/ apoemfor all the honest tales and descriptions of people ive told in the past and present. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/397691/ Recently I have encountered events to make me feel like such a force as gravity has weighed me down to an endless oblivion called life so here you go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/377873/ F is for FinaleThe curtain draws to a close,the stage lights dimmer,the audience slowly leaves,their trash litter the aisles,and all the performers are gone.Up in the rafters the pigeons are roosting,the petals from the flowers thrown,are swept up and tossed out,with the career of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/366674/ I would say this poem could contain material of the risque nature...but nothing I believe to be an abomination of any sort. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/364538/ In this I put my mind to a frightened young lady at the point of no return. (I have never put myself into the character of a woman so this will be interesting to see how this will turn out.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/358102/ This poem is about a childhood attraction and the kid ends up worse off. Note: this poem is false, and comes from the depths of my imagination-sometimes a curse, other times a blessing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/357998/ B is for Bashed I lay here in the alley,alone in the night,bruised and cut,staining the harsh bricks,the ones my broken body lies upon.The sun went down hours ago,and here I am,no help in sight,all I can do to pass the time,is cry silently.My face is red,that from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/351312/ This will be one of 26 installments because there are 26 letters in the alphabet... I am sure as I get down to x and z it will get harder but who isnt up for a challenge huh? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/350803/ In this I am a person who buckles under the pressure of being famous http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/347087/ A way to express my feeling in the past and present days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/346622/ Take a Number You stand there,so mighty, and higher than all the rest,people worship the ground below you,scattering petals for the grand entrance,a grim smirk upon that glass face.Someone finally defends themselves from you,me, thats who,I took a stone and shattered perfectio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/345940/ Alone By myself again,no one here,the rooms all dark,candlelit hallways,leading to emptyness.A smile spreads across a face,mine radiant with nothing,an eery grin it is,lingering in the back,prodding me to evil.I wil not,cannot do it,force myself upon this throne,en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/345512/ a poem dedicated to the teachers that I dislike intensly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/342801/ A poem about the dark side of love... if one can call it that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/342045/ Mystery Woman Who is shethe one just therehair slightly blowing in the windher perfume lingering in the aira single rose is her markunfortunately that is all I haveCan you help me find her againfor she has something of mineshe has stolen my heartright out from under m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/340930/ Mystery Man Hard to understand him,so eccentric by nature he is,never to conform with the others.Smile to explain himself with,but no more than that,a curtain,thick and forboding,draws before him.In shadow he lurks,wanting to escape,never quite finding the words to expre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/340916/ a poem trying to capture the essence of the difference between the terms needy and greedy. We say we need this but do we really need it or just crave it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/340837/ Memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/340454/ Be kind and rewind... your actions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/340405/ Windswept Wings Birds;we hear them but they are second nature,two birds go erratic and fly into doors and window pains.By the bay,people stop and stare up,into the morning light.Your ears blaze with deafening sounds,all which you have never heard before,until this anonymous .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/339127/   In a foul swoop of tastlessness,my mind is gone,in a way I have been set free,from the curse of imagination.Day after day I write these things,my mind growing more weary,you get me now,not my thoughts anymore,here I am in single person form.After twenty have gone by,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/339124/ A Red Punchbowl I take a break from dancing,to get a drink of punch,I stare into it,a reflection appears in the ripples,but it isn't mine,it is death's.I guess I forgot the deal made earlier,I sold my soul for this battle,in a single moment I am pulled,but it isn't really .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/338915/ Paradise Barn The hay overflows,the brigh red paint glistens in the sunlight,for red is thinework,souls going in and coming out,creatures in cages guarded,waiting for midnight,pitchforks dangling overhead,shovels crying to stop,for the pain hurts too much for them,shambled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/338906/ Everything should be a nickel, for that is all I have in my pocket. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/338903/ Yellow like her sunshine hair We called him yellow,all because he would not jump,not off a bridge or a cliff,but out of the tree,the old one over there,the one now on fire.He had class and grace,the things everyone lacks now;nobility allowed him to climb,slowly but making .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/338899/ Painted on either side I am blue and blackfilled with a hint of lonliness and distainI am yellow and greenscared of what I might findin the hell called homeI am painted on either sidecolor spectrums do not exist anymoreI am purple and gray nowthe bruised plumthe one put&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/338893/ a tragic tale of trying to make the right decisions and living with the consequences of them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/337763/ Talk of broken pains look at her,wavy hair flowing down,covered in red marks,tally the cuts from her attack.The world in which we live,the hardest to evolve in,death and despair defining us,she wanted only peace;an escape from all the noise,some place to call her own.She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/336925/ a strictly fictional work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/335522/ Staring The glazed over look,the green slimy skin,it backed to a nook,where I stared at it thin.Blood shot it gave roar,and I stood there gazing back,inside I was shaken to the core,then my soul turned a foul black.I stared into eyes of fire,burning hot as hell,I outrigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/335518/ I saw the bride of Frankenstein and thought I would write my own version. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/335510/ a sharp object feared by most normal people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/334763/ Your beautiful baby it With a stroke of luck,after many painful nights of labor,we give you a baby,what it is cannot be told,between the tail and hooves we lost track.It did tear as it came out,so it could be a dragon,on the other hand,it didn't breathe fire,so it could be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/334480/ The classical midnight It is about 11:58 now,almost the stroke of midnight,that famous toll of the clock,high hanging in the town square,I think the moon might be brighter than usual,and the stars more plentiful than ever before,but until this moment,I have never truly looked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/334310/ A window to the past The bright light goes off,a few stars before your eyes,a moment held in time,never again to grow old like mankind will.Some people say that a picture is worth a thousand words,really its worth one;a picture is not a window to the soul either,it will always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/334279/ I live under candlelight Too real,I stand beneath the candles,in the darkness of the night.I am in an arena,ghastly figures cheering for my death,shadow tigers and soldiers feet away,warded off by the warm glow,the candles dimming,my hour looms closer than ever.Shaking I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/333190/  Grand columns line the house,the moss covered trees,the bayou just beyond.Up the dirt paved driveway,through the gates and everything,torches, guns, and a noose,they stand before the porch,my porch, and yet, their porch.Peasants thay are,covered in soot and dreams,th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/333183/ just some nonsense that came to my mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/332733/ I found this cool picture, now all I have to do is put a poem to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/331770/ strictly fictional. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/329391/ I was watching television the other day and got very sick of how many commercials there were. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/329227/ I was sitting by the window reading, and really bored. So now it is a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/327077/ A sympathetic poem for a friend tragically lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/325876/ my feeling towards the borders of this nation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/burrowsdav/325875/