http://slow.writerscafe.org/plainme The original writings of author plainme en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997126 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 we tapped into the dreamsonce impossiblebut now we're heresitting in the cloudwaiting for the the next stepi am a giantsometimes a babycravingcradling and cuddlingto make up for lost timehowever nowwe are hereand the future is so neari wish for you to see meand not just wipe away the tearsas my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2831095/ what worries me are the scarsthat they leave behind eventually protrudingfrom their nestslike young birds during spring but they’re not here this time the winter paradesmarching constantly with heavy feetheavy feet and black sleet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2819928/ theflat watertornby boatslivingdecorations of lights glowing from afarwitha deep breath inwardseyesclosed, while the bridge is shakingbreatheout and...  atiny little islandinthe middle of a calm blue seathedormant volcano down underburst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2819869/ “Mr. Wicky?”I looked up towards the door where the nurse was standing and replied with that forced smile. My head moving upwards was enough to confirm my identity as Mr. Wicky and she went on.“The doctor is ready to see you in his office; room 2301 at the end of the corridor - righ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2483852/ not even the blanket of cold, that encapsulated her naked silhouette made her stay in the bedthe early morning whispers and muffled cottons againstthe skin, and a kiss ever so sweet she left and now i ponder about what had happened .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2102449/ i went to a bar oncethey didn't have honeyso i had a beernow i have debts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2097825/ today is one of those dayswhere everything aches a glimpse into the pastsummersomber drifting wonder light a matchand the sparksignite the shadowsof corners untouched mountain ranges castin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2083811/ Iwas only twenty-seven years old. The ambulance arrived seventeen minutes afterthe crash. A police patrol was already securing the scene with red tape andredirecting the night time traffic. My car looked like a crushed can againstthe left side railing of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2059149/ April 9th, 2015. With reference to "Kintsugi", added on November 9th, 2013. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2058223/ referencing "5 seconds, before falling" posted May 28th, 2013. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2057682/ asautumn robs the trees of its leavesandthe sun stops to shineeventhough summer left its breezeeverythread of wool becomesa thinned-out line likerobbers and thievesthesummer is goneandthe brown and the greylik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2054031/ i am defeatedby the million still whispers in my headtorturing me from dusk till dawnat night, i become the recluseof reckless calamities the thoughts are touringfrom my head to my fingertipsattempting to understand the virality.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2052638/ there are memoriesthat are left in the sandpart of a largercycle, of rock to dust just like old summerkissesthrough the cycle theygo must the sea serenadesthe sea awash like a stringorchestrathe winds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2047736/ July 28, 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2043397/ August 10th, 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2043396/ …and at the same time when you’recaught in a gazeof little holes in the boardthe actual truth lays in theimperfectionslike little cracks in the skin,gentle rolls of the rand you forget about all thefrantic search for the miss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2038125/ never walked straight upalways stuck out of the groupthe move, dragging your legs shoulders slumped, head bowed down as if looking not to sink yet, sticking out of the canopythough hiding in a mess of dark bristles on the streets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/2003300/ the waves are hitting off the side of my boatI’m rowing, with my two arms, powering with the current and the waves they carry me over the horizon to the hills, but all passes me by focus on not capsizing, I look out for obstacles,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1930439/ people say that we're looking for a perfect piece to fit our puzzlebut the board is flawed, and there's more pieces missingyou just sometimes happen to find a piece, and live with it being thereyou feed your obsession of filling the holes and in a manic state you stare appreciate the beauty of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1878369/ the night crept up slowlylike a lion through the thick and high grass of the african steppes starsin multiples and variable shapes and formsflickering in the dark winter nightcold aircrawling through the fabric of our clothes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1747863/ a composite chaoslike the dead treein the midst of winterlost in the forestin a place once known nostalgic prayersthe cure every nightbring back flashesof times that once were a stomach emptyand a heart so fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1499675/ it’s the solsticeturning the pagefrom time to timecausing that phasewhere the sun doesn’t shinethe shadows and nightblend into oneand whisper ideasso quietyou stall it’s the solsticecausing those t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1340211/ ‘’Honey? Call thedoctor. It’s back.’’ This scenario plays over and over in your head when youfreeze. The flashing line counts seconds, minutes and perhaps even hours whileyou stare at the white page.  T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1324163/ the eyesso emptylooking at me seeking answersof questionsthat no one can see looking in placesin darknessin faces of man on the streetswe’re walkingwithout a plan the eyesthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1292493/ my voiceso softlike a gray pencilagainst paperbrushing your neckstroking softlywith the wavescarrying soundsthat crawl deep insideand plant in your mindmy handsfirm and strongbut gentle to touchslide friction, non-existentwith fingertipsgliding across the velvet seamy eyesclosed non-stressedthe musc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1272843/ I just can't sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1271953/ mending cracks with gold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1264430/ Feel the lightness of your feetSlowly lifting you to sleepSultry nights and days of chillsTake a hit and flush the pills Is it sleep or a nightly mare?You will see a purplish flareSo high and bright in the nighttime skyYour light tip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1258141/ Too many ideas, too much confusion, there's only one way out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1254691/ My vision is limited but, somehow I can see everything thatis going on through connections in the air; like copper wires in a phone; likethe satellites watching us constantly, the big eyes in the sky are always infocus. Distorted images, far from pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1248394/ Hollow footsteps in the groundTry to listen, there’s no sound Smudged out shadows on the wallLook outside, leaves a’fall Whispering ghosts in my earYou are far, far from here Shorter days, longer nights.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1248385/ The outside of my mindMy skin, my lips, my eyes and mouthMay appear to beUntouchedCalm and tranquil But what people don’t know is what’s Brewing, boiling, burningIn that large cauldron of mine While I lay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1217730/ ideaslike droplets in the skyobscurely bondingvastly accumulatingendlessly fallingyet, like ions they shape and formobsessively searching for the other partsundergoing electric attractionsmay we do the same?and see if elements of waterrappel down the air we breatheignoring winds and pressureenduring.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1212243/ at night, she wakes up in the different roomthe silvermoonlight shines through the little window on the white clothhugging hergently touching her fragile tanned skin the street calls her but not by hername Chiharu, they say I agree .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1198504/ This poem, dedicated one of my favourite jazz musicians, and the man who inspired and influenced my sense for music the most. A simple experiment, and simple homage to the greatest of greatest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1188173/ Mr. Einkflau, the man who dreams while he's awake, in the garden where sheep graze. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1186311/ Giant oak stems like pillars holding up the sky, limitless.Will o’ wisps grazing on the light rays falling through the canopies. Largevisible rays fell on the ground, burning dry leaves with its majesticconcentrated power. An eye from the heaven, looking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1184872/ my head is leaking againhard from all those hits I took memories follow melike shadowscrossing the roadin the middle of the night I turn aroundshe’s not therestuck in the huntof bodies and souls shadows; finally forgottenstreetlights; like angelsmoon; my guardianstars; my heroes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1184010/ … I crawled towards the door, ripped out of the frame. Anabandoned factory with casted shadows of yesterday’s mares. I crawl towards thepillar in the middle where a single lamp hangs on a long piece of string. Thelight bulb flickers like an old neon sig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1182168/ a poem about a man with a split personality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1181499/ thump            thump my heart has moved thump                &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1178319/ razorblade, cold and sharpsinging songscold of heart little cut, bleeding soulred bloodhot water bowl infested water, reddish dyerush of bloodfrom low to high pale skin,numbing touchlosing griplack a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1176348/ a cloudfloating bythe nighttime sky tropic thundersarctic windsdesert storms the clouddrifting byfrom latitudes to meridians too warm and wettoo cold and harshtoo hot and dry stuckin t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1173894/ "I've always wanted to be an asstronaut, you know?"..."I've always dreamed about exploring uranus."...The lady finally turned to him, looked at the man next to her, harbouring himself on the high barstool, hiding his worried face behind his drink, bent over the counter. She e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1173542/ Throwing stonesSinking bonesDeepened scarsBroken bars Unleash the beastThat lives withinTo live, to dieTo lose, to win Move to the side of her bedMake space for her radiating headI am finally caught in someone&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1171505/ a recipe for disaster, or is it? someone told me how to do itso I sat down and learned he taught me how to make ithe showed me what to dohe wanted me to be him I just took the ideapinched myself real hardawoke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1163257/ Where is thetime? I asked myself. The night was slowly dying away and the moon wasreleasing it’s last bright rays of light on my dark clothes. The room wascovered with a layer of blue moonlight, and all I saw was the orange glow of mylit cigarette reflected in the window that looked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1152469/ walkingalong the road, surrounded by fields covered with snowthe white powder,  accents thereflected moonlight so lowher wordsare clear, an antidote to my actionsmy mind is poisoned, speeds up wrong reactionsI can’t seethings clear, the fog blocks out the truthshould.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1152467/ She justappeared out of nowhere, moving her body towards me, shaking those hips fromone side to another, almost shaking to the rhytm of my fast beating heart. Weexchanged looks, and that is how it all started. Out of allthe women I knew, I always remembered .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1152464/ another body, laying next to meanother soul, that I want to seeanother victim, of my destructionanother attempt, at stopping my reconstructionthe lust, the skin, irreplaceablethe thirst for love, unquenchableher eyes, her smile, shine in the nightthey're not the same, even a fool w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plainme/1152343/