http://slow.writerscafe.org/Opprobrium The original writings of author Scrawlid en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776223013 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Anchored. It's been-too long that these rusty chainshave contained me inside this insanity,running in circles, running through foot-hills,running after you, who has no inklingthat I am still syncing, trying to, sinkinginto the seafoam that laps me up, while youwho still has no clue, after all this t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/1281940/ Partly inspired from an assignment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/794301/ And a piece of the sky came crashing down on chicken little. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/763696/ Messages? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/605088/ . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/427386/ Every good farmer knows,that when saplings sprout, there comes a pointwhere gravity takes a toll, and top-heavytrees bow low to the ground before maturity.To prevent this, the good farmer lashes the trunk to a sturdy post with twine.Sometimes, the treeas an adolescent stage, begins t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/390450/  Guns Up! BANG. Frightened gazelle could not have lept up faster;Better than a derby race, I watched the faces,of ones who always kid around, channeling,fucused on one intent- while we screamed PASS HER.and she ran, baton in hand, while we stood and watchedtoo excited.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/385592/ Cool concrete, white and greycontrasts the sun' tired fade, to separatePeach and gold, subtle, with the green, bold.Fresh, wet packed earth, clean of syntheticsunrestrained, moist, alive without human ethicsjuxtaposed by lifeless grey, to chasetrampled on by flying feet.Free to run, fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/379223/ Cold concrete stretched out before her, in a curved ellipse. Grey and white, calm and cold, set contrasts to the dewy green of the grass in the center, and the overhead horizon cast in peach and gold. She could lay there forever, to breathe, and even sleep on the warm grass, under a castiron glow of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/379211/ inescapable- the image, in the real life scene-I stare, at him, and he does not feel.But in my dreams- Oh what dreams! Heand I are different beings, unsullied, pristine.Reality hints that we will never be- he will never know,the adventures we have in the dreams without woes!Hand in han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/368144/ Imperfect mold, heart of gold-the epitome of internal perfection hidden in display,look deeper into the glass windows of dreamy soulto find the open heart, completely whole.That is...If one can get past the external deformityto be deemed as "Ugliness"To find a love so willing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/368103/ Single files of ruckus- chaotic, expectedfile in a striped tent dyed red, white, and green.The lights black out- void of sound, but of whimpers, unease-Subtle dread sneaks in, the audience on edge...SNAP! on the lights flash, and a thundering roarof whistles and cheers, cahoots and cavorts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/367696/ Ashes drift and ashes form,bonfire doused through rage of storms.life blown away like cremated ashe,fallen from the sandtimer stash.Ashes to ashesdust to dust.No one to run to,no one to trust.Running away from all of this world.crawl into a corner, curled.Hoping this world woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366212/ They made him believe he was dead, by the age of three. They made him believe he was living in hell until he reached thirteen. Every day they came by. And beat him bloody, his tormented cries. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366211/ In the black depths of my very soulA vast emptiness lies so arcane and coldCaressed by the icy touch of melancholyLike the sweetest of poison it permeates meNo more love, no more lifeI remain cold and dead deep insideThrough my ruptured veins I leave this cursed world of lightTo embrac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366210/ Crying in my cage, begging for forgivenessKneeling on my barren floor, wishing for redemptionbut all i get is discipline, degration, and painTrying to reassure myself with self-deceptionFeeling my hope drain.you don't see my fleeting visionsYou can't see my facade strainCan't pic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366209/ In a world with no compassion sits an empty chairAnd nearby on the floor sits the owner of the articleas he explains why he chose to sit on the floor instead the chair."There's too much comfortToo much lying aroundI know if I sit in thereThe cushion will make me sleep soundAnd I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366207/ Trumpets blaring far acrossmiles of feet a-marchingtwo armies face to face And about to go a-fightingTumpets sound and drums rattleAnd both sides run and yell And the most absurdly site was heldThe two were all a-hugging!With all a raucus, hoots and yells.Such a funny scene was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366204/  I guess I've been sleeping all these yearsMemories flashing back and leaving me in tearsfeels like I've just woken from a lifeand jumped ino a nightmare.Illusions everywhere, Minds awhirl, thoughts are lostCan't find anything that I soughtTrapped in a maze, seems li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366200/ An incredibly older one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366199/ Another old one I just titled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366197/ One of the few that are really old, written at least a few years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366195/  Days go by and I'm walking away don't know what to say to you. And a little ragged man, stuffed with ecstacy, cocaine with his little molded face painted blue. Is on the stool in front of me. Let it burn, let it desecrate, Let the ashes scatter because I'm desperate. These.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366193/ Shot up white wonderlandAlice is flailing in quicksand, Thumbelina swaying with the wind.Hansel eating porkie piesGreatel seeing lollipops the sizeof cars, in bright purple aroma.Ali and Simba playing safariin a jungle with green desert dustand magenta skies, all decked in lights.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366192/ You've got the prettiest smile-gentle with a hint of miseryand shaded eyes betraying no real emotionbut a sliver of sorrow.Anger you let none betraybut a flashing in your stregthy eyesportray a roaring seaand a gritted smile.An alabaster glimmer set in rosy apple quartzand unve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366190/ There's a part of me that wishes that I'd never known myself,and though this side admits to sins, I confess to her everything else:I confess to being human, and letting my emotion get the best of me.I confess to the driving out of the will to continue.I confess to have lingered in thoughts o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366188/ A pair of scales, floating free Subservient to none but IAnd weighed upon so heavilyby my side, rose up the other seatAnd yet, as opposites reactBy lightening my load, you seeI seem to raise myself up, good,But the others plummet next to me.What to do, what do to?One side up an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366186/ The sky is filled with cloudy white-supplied by a tempestual windthat carries on its invisble stringsdandelion spores.A single puff finds a solitary roller coaster ride,swirling, up,  ascension de gusto, whisked awayin light fragility smiled down upon by the sun.Il fait beau, ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366183/ Interesting enough,  not all ofmy writing is so dead-pan depressing, however it's Not  as encrypted as I would like it to be, asonce in a while, I post something out of curiosity, to see if someone can read between the lines.Quietly shining are inflections in stone, Unseen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366181/ Phase one: CreationIn the middle of eternity spins a cyclic stormblowing debris, extended radius, as far as the eye can see.Dislodged becomes an object, inanimately discreetthat with fierce determination, hurls out in furiosityWired to collide with the first head that happens to benear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366180/ All people are essentially the same:"I Can't do this on my own. I need you. I justWant someone to hold me, to lean on,For support that I could do by My-self, but it's so hard."Birthday girl hates her creation day, andIs hoping another dawn won't be broken with a fight, and that mommy will make it be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366171/ Luke is my (but not quite mine) cello. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366168/ Certainly this is what happens when frustration mingles with the new T.I. Album. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366167/ Back up! forward, down. Left, rightForward march and side to trot, it's all the same, but not a game.Take it back- but it's unlikely, to rewindor stop- full throttle, head on, regardless of whether the brake is caught.Fast forward? Of course! Bewareof the catch phrase 'losing time'or g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366165/ "I Forgot" was a simple catch-phrase for everything.Along with "I don't know" which belligerently spewed from her lips.Her cold, crusted, parched lips soaking up saline solutions leaking from her eyes."JUST LEAVE ME ALONE." contradicted with her behavior, half-pra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366164/ A tad bit vulgar... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366163/ There is a mirror.Mounted on a wall.like a plaque, to broadcast.There is a mirror.There is a mirage.an illusion, a facade.whatever you call it, it's there.You can see if you stare.Look long enough, and it'll showPatience is the key to know.An odd flicker reveals a glimpseof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366162/ I've been told that this is a small reminder to a certain Pink Floyd song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366160/ There's a time limit for how long anyone can stay fallen before being called 'clingy'.After that, it's a choice of life,  not a way of life. To fall, and crawl, hands and knees scraped raw,to reach upin question for a hand, is okay, but there's never an assumption someone will help you up... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366159/ I have a series of poems partially titled and inspired by the current shampoos I was using from the new herbal Essence line... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366158/ Quiet is a lonely day-bright with sunlight, clear of hazeand no one to share such beauty with, in all honesty, it's quite a shameto sit and marvel by oneself, to ponder in a silent daze.The chirp of little pretty finches brilliantly coloredflitting from limb to limb, rustling in the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366154/                         Step One:Dis-engage the source of animosity,signal the tension of discord fallen in-betweenand with a clean crack-sever the limbIgnore the fresh flesh decayed within. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366153/ Fast-paced, misplacedFaster-than-a-bullet-packAction-packed, mismatched,I am running on the slow track.All restraint is pulled untillike the horse the jockey nips,my heart is burst and my emotions rip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366152/ It hides in dark crevices, and when you are deep in dance with DoubtHe comes out, and wraps around you, whispering questions, subjecting possibly impossible answers... and yet Doubt is waltzing in tri-color patterns with you. It's a dance of an indestructable duo.With Truth's ring reflected in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366150/ Click.Dusty frosted fragrant blades strewnsubstituting raindrops Crisp clean summer skiesTrumpeting jubilianceclick. zoom.Dusty crystal layers encase a memoryproclaiming "love forever"Slivers missing from a broken falldecnouncing "forever"zoom. trigger.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366149/ Part one: Glamour.Crimson lips shine out from a pale frame,blend in with red sateen. Emphasis on the lips;bright, artificial flavored, succulent, gluttonous, fattening.Flash- A reflective crescent moon from camera screens, luminescent.Professionally tossed tame hair bound by a silver clasppairs with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366147/ A Lot of my poems are titled the current song playing while the poem was being constructed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366146/ "So here we sit" says he, sardonically."again, and again, and again, to be.Aren't you even a little bit tired?Won't you bend just a little for me?"Nonchalant, she flips a coinAnd replies rather coldly;"Honestly, are you asking me?or am I once again, your toy?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366145/ In a valley of shadows, plains smooth as the oceanThere stands one last figure while the sun is down.Swiftly it moves left-right, in-sight, out-night, tick tock tick tock troo. Desert sands churned up askew, she works quickly to and froGrimly ignoring plastered hair and bleeding hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366144/ One could say this is a Sequel to Comtine d'une Autre... Or more or less from the mother's objective point of view. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Opprobrium/366142/