http://slow.writerscafe.org/poetic-raven2012 The original writings of author poetic-raven2012 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776156314 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/625162/ 22 Cards to Life      The Fool: Full of a sense of adventure, I walked away from everything I had known, not realizing that I had neglected the ones I cared about, or that I had been foolish. I, the Fool, have lived up to my name.The Magician: Skill, determination, confi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/593852/ Hazard Suits and Water BottlesThe hunger pangs again, but I still don’t feel the need to eat. So I take another water bottle,and I down half of it.My throat protestsas it feels the liquid pass it,for it knows that I am falsely giving it a delicate reprieve. I know I could hurt them if they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/586774/ A Solitary Massacre (The Pie)         I was put together in a bowl, stirred, parts of me melted, parts of me cut away, parts ripped, and parts forgotten. I was made to be indistinct through stirring, held in a pathetic half-liquid, half-solid state in a sing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/585083/ The Puppet’s Little Secret            You were my puppetmaster, and I was your slave on strings. I held you happiness, and you were my pride. Day in and day out, I performed for you, dancing at the end of my strings. But I was willing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/583775/ Halfway to the Devil (333)            Halfway to the Devil, I stopped to play in a field of blood roses. Lonely and alone, they take me as one of their own, and they teach me their games. They teach me to stare into the nothingness, to pretend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/578824/ The Riddle            The riddle of a mastermind written in a language without a lie, told in the dark without a light, an absolution with no resolution. You can’t resolve that which doesn’t exist, but the riddle is a lie; it fiddl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/574383/ Clobbered Stone            I am a pebble among millions in the concrete driveway of a house. You drive and walk over and by me so many times a day, not seeing me there.  To you, I am not one in a million, but one among millions, cold, wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/574022/ The WindowAlong my far wall every so often a windowscrolls along it.The girl in the window criesout, her hand reaches forme, and I reach back just a second too late.Now, as her cries zoom by in that window,I cry too, for I have failed the crying girl, and she hurts so much.Finally I grab her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/574007/ Anymore, everything is justlittle letter bubbles waitingto be filled in, butno one ever wonders whathappens if, on the ScanTron of life, you fill in thewrong bubble.Mistakenly happens. That is when themarks aremade, when the bubbleis all shaded in.And when it is commpleted, that is the end. If y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/568623/ Bearings Lost            I will burn and you will burn me like a relic of a time long-lost, like a witch tied, bearings lost. The single glowing ember sparking the pile will smile and taunt her, creeping up on her would-be sleeping figure, teasi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/568609/ FANBOYS;For every time I try and escape you pull me back with a silken sharp hand hiding sharp claws. And every time I let you drag me back there, back to where you made me use my metal, where she needs me to save her, where he thought he could save us. Neither him nor her could save me from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/568599/ The shadows you hide from are only ghosts of paiun,much like you or I could be. One day we may be free of ourpain; we may be each others,we may be happy. But also one day, we may be dyingwith our pain, separate, together, andregardless we may lose the battle. That pain cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/568596/ Broken and CrumblingWhether you see it or not, I’m broken. With every little word or action, with every little mark or drop of blood, I’m broken, and each takes me further beyond the point of return.Did you ever thing I’d be the one to give up,To take myself and run?Did you eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/558414/ JustificationWhen I wake the next morning,you’ll owe it to my arm,and when you try tochastise me,monopolize me,terrorize me,light eyes willdarken, and my lips will whisper to you,“The ends justify the means.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/558360/ SOHCAHTOAI’ll set you underneaththem, and you’ll never complainagain. You’ll hold up that bar,and you’ll hold them up too.Don’t try to struggle out,because we’ll always beatyou back down. In this game,we’re finding the cosine, and you’re the hypotenu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/558157/ At the TopYou can click your mouseall you want, but I’m notlike the computer:I don’t turn off, and I don’t back down.Just like that virusyou’re always infected withand bounded by, that thing you always b***h about, I’ll be coming back, and that Anti-Virus isn’t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/558155/ The Night WhispersThe night whispers to you sacrifice!,in a voice scratched and aged by the sands of time.This tongue has theflavor of language long lost,and eyes of a color no longer seen.He watches for my sacrifice,and he laughs as I bleed.He feeds off of my life,just as I survive off of my ow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/558149/ And So They HaveDeep enough to do their damage,deep enough to be seen,but the people only see what they want to see,so the people have stopped seeing me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/558142/ Just the OneI have that one personthat I am mean to,though I may be kind to all others.I have that one personthat I cut down over and over,never letting her stand straight up.That one person shakes,trying to get away from me,trying to get me to leave.That one person rips it all away,trying t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/558140/ It's not a poem. It's a song. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/555744/ A through FYou grade me with letters,but what if I don’t want to bein your top six?What if I want to be the tagalong, the ‘Z?’Your ‘Z.’I won’t take an ‘A,’ and I won’t settle for an ‘F.’Drop me all the way to ‘Z,’where I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/554907/ The Finale (V2) You only hear what you want to,but she was forced to hear it all,as she was not blessed with the lush abilityto ignore conclusions when they bore themselvesin front of her. She says “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” as she fights back tears one la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553099/ The Finale (V1) You only hear what you want to, but she was forced to hear it all,as she was not blessed with the lush abilityto ignore conclusions when they bore themselvesin front of her. She never had the lone solace of running to her parents,or the solace of running to you.Sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553098/ I Killed the Stars (Part 1) On one starry nightI sat up crying, andeach silvery beacon of lightstared down in wonderat the tears falling from my eyes,because they never had the wetness,and they never knew the inside. On one starry nightthey decided to learn my pain.They implored&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553096/ Six Six little cuts,six lies,six times I tried,six was all it took for me to die. I used to take broken words,bring them back,fix the cracks, set them on track… but no more.What is broken cannot fix others, but only make rot, make it fall alone into a lot. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553091/ Neutralization Acid tears burn base trailson my skin to equalize each other out,but it never quite seems todo its job,because an acid burnsas strong as a base,and my skin does not knowthe difference.All I seem to know is theburn, and it really doesn’tmatter the material,but the se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553088/ Two Sets You finish my sentencelike you finish me off,with a flourish,a smile,and a ‘see you soon.’ Regrettably there is not a hug or goodbye kisslike I seem to have grown used to, just the reality thatonly ever seems clearin the very end. I guess this would be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553087/ Blot Me Out Take me on your canvas andPaint me in red.Leave nothing open but my eyes…I want to see my mutilation Your face is turned up in a sneer, andYour eyes train down on meJust the opposite of how they normally look up at me.When did that beautiful gleam turn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553086/ Hand-Me-Downs It’s a sweetly delicate hand-me-down lie, and you hand it on as ifyou no longer remember its nature. You’re far beyond using lies to cover the truth. The spider webbings of a genius,you use truth to cover the lies. And you cover me too wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553084/ Humidity You stick to me likehumidity too thick to tolerate.Without the steady flow of following rain,there is nothing to pry it off of me,nothing to drench me and take it away. Take me away? You suffocate me likethe humidity with no rain to follow,and I am so stuck toge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553083/ White Lies, White Lines She has the prettiest eyesI’ve ever seen,and with those eyes she cries the most beautiful tears.Sun-glowed and soft skinpeeks out only when she lets it;it showcases her engravedwhite lies and white lines of life,and I wish that each and everythick line and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553080/ ReverberateJust as the wordsbounce for one side of my room to theother, when I fall youwill pull me up, andwhen you fall I willpull you up.We may be like aball which always bouncesback;we may be like a string: one end will never let the other go;we may just be a prime example of gravity in all of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553078/ Like a Book With half shut eyesI read you like a book. Each and every page is open;you bare yourself for mein the connotationsand depths of every scriptedletter and every painfully straightline.I read you like a book and every page is open, yet somehowit’s in your own languagethat I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553077/ Locust Don’t try and lie to mewhen I can hear the inane buzzings of deceitlurking in the backdrop. The many eyes you display are all glimmering in hate, affection, jealousy,but I know just which ones arefake, and which are true. I see the way you hold yourwings so cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553076/ Impiety Spring in your stepand a smile onyour face. Blood on one handand a bottle in the other.Soiled knife in one pocket,a gun in the other. Killer.You heard her screamsand only soughtto make them louder yet. Your eyes hold the blackest of blacks, andyour skin .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553075/ A Strip of Mary Jane(In response to a painting by Danielle Riccio.)The clippings of a newspaper Mary Jane are strewn across me,blocking your view.They mimic the exact colors of my eyes…do you even know the color of my eyes?Their rim of black is growing darker…Their deep blue shad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/553073/ Pacing YouUpset,so you push your body’til it wants to fail,and I am beside you. We’re both on two wheels, bikes,and you want to ride the big hill’til there’s no more strength left.Your legs pull you down the streetas fast as you can go,and I won’t di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/540142/ Falling Falling.            you grabbed onto my arm.hissss and your nails break skin.                        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/540141/ … BOTTLECAP!                        and                     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/540135/ SHADOW (Wh Y are yOU AFRAID  of me?)never will the human call me by my name,never will they remember.how does it feel to be forgotten? (Are YOU AfrAid of the Dark?) dark light shines through the windows,sending patches of sunaway.      &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/540130/ Question Mark? you turn andsigh at me as iask you another question, buti know that no matter the question, if you know theanswer,then i too will know.so the questions will keep coming untili run out of questions,or you of answers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/540106/ Slice or Dice? A flick of the wrist,    a splash of red,one strangled cry,     the man is dead. You go to sleep tired, never living,wake up tired,never trusting.Find a person togive some advice;give them a choice,slice or dice? Their eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/540103/ Melting Pot Open upand take it like achocolate.Let the words and places, peopleand promises fade awayliquid.Melt the words until they are slimy and runnyand black…dark chocolate.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/540078/ Everyday I wake up in the morning,You never do anyhting that rubs me right.You say to me, Why do you cry, oh?I don't know...It's a typical Friday,Nothin' to do.Sittin' here thinkin bout...you.Why you say the things that make me cry.Why you don't say nothin' through the night.Why I can't have on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/529296/ It’s Not My FaultAre you sorry? Did you finally figure out the mistake that led to this? I loved you, y’know.  More than I have anyone else…but now I’ll hurt you more than I have anyone else. You cringe away from me…just as you used to scoot closer. I laugh. Yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/522124/ … BOTTLECAP!                        and                       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/522070/ I Do Remember… His face was the                                          &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/522057/ The EyesSilent, beautiful, reflective eyes stare back at me; they are not my own. Startling amber glares at me, wondering to themselves how I will hurt them, how soon I will make them cry. How it is never enough to see them crinkled and shining in happiness…how I would rather see them crink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/517854/ Black Coffee Hole in the centerblack walls, black floors,black over my eyes.Light me, please. “Take a step,”hear your voice, see you not,trembles in my skin.Save me, please. Wait another moment.familiar loving voice, angry voice,speaks one more time. No, please.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poetic-raven2012/517818/