http://slow.writerscafe.org/deadpoet79 The original writings of author dead poet 79 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115387 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The boy sits in the corner crying,Weeping into his pitiful hangs.He is only five years old.He has no clue as to what happened.He just sits there staring at his parents bodies.They lay on the floor as if they were rag dolls.The room is dark and gloomy, It was night.His parents were happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/387219/ Always wanting to Be myself.Cant help feelingDefeated.Eating away at myFaith.Growing more and moreHatred and still beingIntrigued by religion.Joking about notKnowing my ownLife.MentallyNotOpen for Probing.Questioning everyRelationship thatStops in my life.Turnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/387186/ written 7.4.04 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/387179/ One of my first "story" poems. Let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/387173/ Turn back the clockTurn back timeMake everything the way it use to be. Turn back the broken heartTurn back the loveMake eveything the way it use to be. Turn back the lonelinessTurn back the departureMake everything the way it use to be.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/387170/ Once I saw a shiny light,A light so brightThat it burnt to the touch. Once I saw a starry man,A man so blankThat it was impossible to talk to him. Once I has a dreamA dream so horrible,That it woke me at every beginning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/387168/ written while in high school in the mid to late 90s. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/387165/  The EyeHolds all the beauty within.The gate way to the soulSo, they say.As, I gaze into her eyesMy heart sinks deepInto my chest.My shoulders slumpAnd, my stomach hasButterflies in it. Her Eyes are notOnly the gate way to her soul,But, also The stairway .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/381293/  I just knew in my heartThat we where always ment for Each other.You, had a different view."We are really good friends"You said."I dont want to mess that up"F**k that, I thought.That is just a f*****g cop-outWhen you dont want to be Honest with me, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/381289/ It was that one time,When we where alone together,In that town,For the whole weekend.We drank alittle bit.We had so much fun.Each night,One was more tipsy than the other.Switching off each night.We kissedHeld each other all night.That,Was the best time I have ever had.All o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/377475/ another contest piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/377041/ A contest that I entered. Had to start with "It all started". Poem is totally fiction. I wasn't even born in '73. Hope you all enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/377036/ wrote this for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370992/ the men keep fallingstill they want moremore and morewhen will they seethat we can not winthis vile "conflict"every yearthis waris called something elseis this to distract us allthinking that we will not realizethat this has lasted longerthan world war IImore .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370080/ And when the world endsI will be there with a smileAs i see all the believersCrying outWondering where their"Savor" isAnd why he has "forgotten" themAll the ones who pouredTheir whole life into a religionAnd a belief that is incomlpete.Why were all thos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370078/ I got back to Portland,Raining as hell,As usual.My apartment was in disarray.Looked as if someone Had robbed me, but,Nothing was missing.My answering machine was full.Calls from my parents, friends, employer.I began with calling my parents,To find out what had occured up To the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370076/ The ground under my feet is soft.Rain from the early morningHas made everything weak.I have been out in this fieldFor many days now.Im not sure what town im inOr stateOr even time zone.The last few days have been a blur.I awoke on a bankOn the side of the road.One that I have n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370075/ She coughs lightly,Trying not to wake him up.But, its too late,He has been awake all night.Worried about her.The doctor said"It'll be any day now"He wanted to hear her breath,Feel her in his arms,Love her for as longAs the Earth permitted."Are you o.k. honey?&quo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370069/ Never let the one you loveSlip through your fingers.That is what her grandmaAlways told her.But, now that she is nearing 30, she thinks backAnd wonders about allThe ones that sheLet slip away.Was it all her fault?Maybe, it just wasnt To be.She looks aroundAnd all of her fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370064/ Rub sore eyes As I wake.Long night of drinking.Cant remember much of the Ending of the night.My eyes soreFrom all the cigarette smoke,Cloudy rooms,Filled with all the"Blue-collared" that areJust trying to unwindFrom the long days inThe factories.No one content w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370060/ The last call of existenceIs ringing in my ear.Blood starts to seep From my lobe.The pain never seems to leaveWhen the one you loveHas left you alone.Watching from afarTrying to decide What the out come may be.Surely she will returnFor another night of lustJust one more night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370056/ He scratchs his head.Confusion is all around.What happened last night?He picks up his phoneNumber calledAnd textedThat he does not recognized.Picks up his walletDebit card receiptsEverywhereEven in the pocketsOf his jeans.Begins to call his friendsThe ones that he remembers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370047/ part12, this is were I have hit a wall. Not sure where I want this to go from here. Any comments/ Suggestions are welcomed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370045/ Part 11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370042/ part 10 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370038/ part 9 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370036/ part 8 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370034/ part 7 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370033/ Part 6 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370031/ Part 5 keep comments/ suggestions coming http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370030/ Part 4 of the series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370028/ So many soldiers dyingIn lands far awayBut, for what cause?An empty warBy a man withAn empty heartAnd an empty soul.The sandBlurs everyones vision."Who are we shooting at?Why are we shooting at them?"So many questions askedBut the spin keeps comingA &q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370027/ she cried into her handsthe day will never be the sameshe has lost the loveof her lifeeverything started as a normal daythey both got out of bed earlywent to a tiny little restaurantthat they lovedate the same breakfastas they have done numerous timesleft and went back hom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370024/ Part 3 of the series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370023/ Part 2, as always comments/ suggestions welcome http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370020/ alcohol flows through the veinsas nicotine fills the lungsof the young.sitting in the barsand clubstrying to find a place to fit ingoing home night after nightwith another.then the night become repeativeand becomes habitnext thing they knowthey are thirty andsitting at home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370018/ First part of the series that I am working on. I welcome any comments/ suggestions on this series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370017/ Sure they can tell us that the world is round,But, why is it such a debate on how old the planet it?And, how long humans have been around.No one knows, So why must people try to guess?She never seemed to enjoy me,Never seemed to care,But, then again,Did I ever return those same fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/370003/ She never felt theSame for me,As I did for herOur lives where inDifferent placesDifferent phasesTrying to make this thing work.But, KnowingDeep downThat it will never lastWill never have longevity."Cut our loses now"Is what you said.Then turn around andAsk for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/369999/ It was that one time,When we where alone together,In town,For the whole weekend.We drank alittle bit.We had so much fun.Each night,One was more tipsy than the other.Switching off each night.We kissedHeld each other all night.That,Was the best time I have ever had.All of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/369995/ He scratchs his head.Confusion is all around.What happened last night?He picks up his phoneNumber calledAnd textedThat he does not recognized.Picks up his walletDebit card receiptsEverywhereEven in the pocketsOf his jeans.Begins to call his friendsThe ones that he remembers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/367247/ Charles always thought he could fight.He was not very good.But, when he had all the port wineAnd beer in his systemHe believed he was invincable.The night was like any other.He was sitting by the barWhen a prostitute came and sat next to him."Buy me a drink stud"&qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deadpoet79/367245/