http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rene The original writings of author I, Rene en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011777 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What kills me most is that you thinkwe are enemies.Since when is loving a crimeagainst humanity.You have a warm body to hold at nightbut not just any warm body will do for me, But you would have me ...watchyou love... her.begrudge me , the smallest peace of mindarms to warm mewhen even away  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1169100/ On the fifth of the sixth and you on the cornertrying to blend in with all the other colors (It's you I don't like)all those other crazy colors...white is twice as nice...I drop my arms as I pass byexcept to shake a fist...Can you BE a survivor without The Exist?and tell me am I just a handful of te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1165884/ When I was in school the teacher divided the room in half andhad us pick the sidewe wanted to be on.The choice was Donkeyor Elephant, and then our task was to create a paper mache 3-D pinata of our choiceand she would fill themwith candy for whichever team scored the be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1123844/ Valentine's Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1122940/ "I invited shrimp if that's ok.?"That's what he calls his little brother,"sure , if you want too"He's teaching her how to drive today,The car windows are down and it'sreally warm for May already. She is wearing blue jean frayed shorts, white cotton pull over, peasant style , the kind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1114962/ Birthing rings, these thingsThe things in eclipse behindheavens doors, we neverspoke of rainbows.not mine, not my tearsand bent light, not of refraction or bouncingplanes.Gypsy clover my lover's bedis unmade by sorrow,we'll sleep on it, and dreamof 'morrow beyond the shardsof prism and rai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1114445/ The heart Is love in Bedlamsoft soled like a man singinga word of  yahaak-kustanding so close  that his shoulders almost touch me in prayer,claims to be my love's clone.But my love lies inside a hill in the song of the Whip-poor-willwhere my blood rum is runningin streams of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1113225/ We are one at solipedof love and bend,  of low and sliverIn roar of distance,knuckle lock existencetears of a small proud childa woman into wombtorn to open woundremembering his eyeshis laugh, his soft songlonging of neverland goodbyesto swollen hot earth  to the dry of my eyesbirds flying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1110883/ Fire hoops are for circus dogsand astral planes are fueled bygroovy Astro-knotscome hereI have an unreachable itchand I need you to scratch ittenderly,until it stops bleeding.Nine and 1/2 weeks looks like Hans Christian Andersonin dragwhere a heart still calls 911off a bathroom wallfor a good t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1110865/ He wants his honey in laceand combat boots.A hip so smooth it burns likewhiskey going down,and dreams that spell like perfumewhen he lights her cigaretteand dives into never-land.she wants a fair fighta fighting chance.This is an equal opportunitymy space, Coxbones and ashes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1110857/ Chameleona shot in the darkblind relishing power of loveas if you are the only onein this world alone.Some of us don't need savingsome don't even want itsome tolerate only for humble growth.You are a son of coincidenceA master moon of serendipity,A whirlwind of confusionsent to save the world w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1110851/ Do birds stop singing unwanted songsdo we will them silent on weeping branch,throw a stone, say they're wrong.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~What of worlds that spin alongwhen we fall down, just don't belongdo we stop believing in horizons?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~What of cerul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1109006/ Can I help it if I gather the down of white feathers into my arms, catching the onesstill floating in the air with a wrinkle in my nose  when the pillow fights rain them over my head like blue snow on a January day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1107230/ He's not into answering my prayers anymoreeven though I jettison sanity and stroll downthe lane as naked as a jay bird.I have on too many clothes or not enoughand neither one at the appropriate timestill I can't loosen the discard- the tint of rosefrom my cheeks or the titan grip on my jugular.and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1106611/ to make a smile light the way in you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1105864/ When I first saw him, such sadnessin his eyes, honey red in the sunwhen I see him now the sun risesin them in my mind, a soft whisperof surpriseand my heart and soul flieswith such a glad gold tidingshimmering, in waves of sweetness, sweet warmth and wrapped by summer breezeit ebbs and flows ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1105809/ Yesterday I was innocent jasmineblooming in the love of his caresspure in my love for him, as peach sweet in July sun I was peeledin the night of a musical concerto,in the arms of his phantom maestro. We danced in my dreams and kissedunder a harvest moon and my hipsmade thyme in a garden o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1105489/ He asks if we are far along enough nowfor a close up, or did he tell, and I can'ttell, but when my eyes are closed it's myheart that answers in body movements.So does it really matter from whence the wind comes or who tags along with stringsand violins as long as it brings him to me gently.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1104568/ I wanted to start this poem with "would you believe?"My alarm clock awoke me with the song "Titanium" but you would believe because you sent it, didn't you?I guess I should thank her for the spell she cast because nowI swallow the melodies with a grain of salt, no longe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1100691/ ...and I want to start all my sentences with the taste of his tongue.I find him locked inside my rib cageleaning softly against my heartsmoking a stogie and strumming bones,where every thought of him is a losingbattle between good and evil thatI just don't f*****g .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1100536/ ***Explicit content reader beware*** http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1093764/ There is a soft meadow goldenwhere there now stands oblivionwild mustangs comb the hard dry grasses after a long arid winter.In the distance, wood smokefrom a silent fire that crackles'neath a hungry touch.An aubade's warm hand reachesfrom the silky horizon to touch lovegently upon her shoulder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1093387/ At the end of a stone bridgecrickets are making musicsomewhere deep in the magicof a spring evening assonance.She leans elbows into edgecurves on the rocky ledgeangles begging for attentionlanguidly beside he extends a hand.She wants him, and he can feel it.Without words she trails behind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rene/1091549/