http://slow.writerscafe.org/cthulhupete The original writings of author Stonz P. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997075 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hear poets, poets and their poetry.It is hazy and eerie but I can seeFew crafting poetry, some thinkingof it and oh so many imagining doingit, misinformed of the differences made.I worry,Doesn't easily amassed validity negatebeauties unearthed in uncertainties of juxtaposing sounds with sight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/2013990/ whether one lives or not is entirely a choice and it doesn't have to be that way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1993002/ a Senryu collective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1981759/      in separation idrink your tears when you weep suchis our journey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1962353/ i havetried to sayto youto speak to you totellyou all that there isto knowyet youwouldrather oursilencedo all the talking  i wonder what i want to tell youwhen i cannot find you afterhaving waited everywhere andlooked at every hour ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1962344/ now at the end ialways ask myselfwhy only her                   what is fault                 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1900419/ sun burns above yousomewhere wells evaporateand rain over me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1759298/ A clock isticking where a fire is burning in an old fashioned study during one of thosewinters when the winds seem to hiss something incoherently each time a wavemeets its rocky shores.  His wife isknitting a sweater with forceful rigour.Herexpression is blank but all her frustra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1710056/ from one mouth for another http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1698252/ It has not stopped rainingsince the two hours I arrived back home from the cafe. They say when it rainsGod is weeping with us. I am a spiritual agnostic with beliefs tending moretowards the notion of an unbiased Supreme-Soul in a Spirit Dimension than abenevolent God above this illusionary U.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1550564/ the paradox of space and time as on earth and in the universe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1531688/ my lips cling to yoursdrenched words moan recklessly  todissolve unsaid with our tongues  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1521357/ R-->L, L-->R; read anyway you like http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1513375/ For best experiences read whilst listening to the song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1511748/ waters rising fromoceanic universesreborn souls depart once more... rains falling down tooceanic universesdeparted souls born once more  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1511614/ what may seem to befor the expected goodmay or may not be let not all who livegrieveas one doesliving each day to die  drip by drip i drainmyselffor bit by bit i shattermyselfmourning the presence ofabsences unkown aforedrift.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1509796/ a translation from the lost diary of Aloysius Scherpule http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1507352/ a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1506472/ My dreams are shattered like betrayed heartsWere they of glass, some trust would patch them alright. My dreams are scoffed at by standers and movers alikeWere they thoughtful, I would not hesitate to try onemore time.   My dreams are strewn like the dead .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1505215/ A translation from the lost diary of Aloysius Scherpule: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1487071/ A translation from the lost diary of Aloysius Scherpule: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1487070/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1487069/ what greater strifethan the one withinwhat greater woundthan the one within beginnings end withthe death of birth when the spirit falls down hardon unforeseeable circumstance oreven on tufts of tender grassmountains of aching agonyrise with unfat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1482225/ A translation from the lost diaryof Aloysius Scherpule:                                        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1464982/  i     starve     and     strive    to……………………………….………………............spot &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1448926/ i fell off the bedamidst famishedlovemaking ienvisioned you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1448915/ a tree sheds its clothes newleaves will come forth from old adeath bed of snow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1446480/ inspired by 'The Nightmare' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1442752/ There comes that time when y o u feel aloneY o u start thinking a lotY o u question your soulY o u come up with ways to end that chain of thoughtY o u perplexedly realise the number of people you'll hurtY o u eventually stop countingY o u think of those, whom you can rely onY o u find there is no on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1441421/ Weird Fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1424828/ Flowers share wisdomUpon death of parent seed"I am You, You me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1422558/ To all Martinians from a Martinian http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1413143/ a conversation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1412175/ Relive those fears again! SPOILER ALERT: DO NOT READ "NOTE FOR REVIEWERS" BELOW BEFORE READING THE STORY. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1411255/ ask anyone, first yourself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1400930/ .no one caresfor the girl who is alivepreparing to die . .. anon as she can notbear to be tornby those close byanymore anymorebe not naïve soonshe will not be near hereor there far anywhereanymore anymoresay a prayerto euphrosyne w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1397765/ a prose in poetry for 'making a nitwit shine inside' . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1396267/ A lone soul dealing with the torments of the deterioration of itself, exploring the self to helplessly find answers to questions that were never asked consciously, the meaning and its understanding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1381477/ there are places we all escape to escape the negativity of hollowed people who are blindly running after wasted goals and want us to do the same too: (at times,)they are ones we care for the most http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1364254/ a twisted tale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1337680/ No, this certainly is not clichéd, so do not assume it to be one! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1334490/ Inspired by nonsense poems, I decided to write a nonsense short story . . . but for those suffering from visions between 28th February and the 2nd of April, it is a revelation! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1334096/ His tears she wiped offWith a heart cold and brokenSlowly visits Death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1287435/ INCOMPLETE, UNEDITED; DO NOT JUDGE! Apologies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1286385/ Days and nights have passedPondering in thought she's satImagining what it would be likeTo be gone and not rememberedAnd yet in thought she sitsWondering if anyone would careIf she ever existed for a reasonOr met a fate common and fairSome thoughts are heavier than heavenSome m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1214386/ Listen to my voiceI have made a choiceCan you, O FriendLend me your earsHear my lasting wordsBut where are you going?Okay, fine you have gone.Why didn't you see?Why mustn't you care?Why didn't you love?Why would't you care?Why didn't you stay?Why couldn't you care?For the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1212153/ song of conversations between a melancholic and their soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1194867/ She waits by the windowThe tears in her gazeOf fluctuating stars inA sky she likes to paintHours that pass byIn disguise of secondsThe wait seems an eternityHer mind calls her foolishHer heart knows she isHer heart knows she isA star shoots overShe clutches her handsClosi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1173940/ a nonsense tune, a tribute http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1135323/ Ill-fate. Tragic hero,"Beware the Ides of March" --Hands that spoke; Murder! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cthulhupete/1095962/