http://slow.writerscafe.org/herotomost The original writings of author Crowley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775952259 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes, I just cryBeing moved by the smallest gestureSeeing you in me, and him in...meShed all you can in that pinkish hueReturn with unbridled graceForever heartsick and with good reasonSometimes, I just cry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2900615/ Take me highRoll me in your mouth like hard candyNo biting, you'll break a toothBesides, I'm something to savorLingering long after your curfew http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2888254/ Cold has a tasteA leather glove forming new treatisesA firm slap, desire or disgustSame face, same coin, spent and goneThe clean up on aisle three is a teaseA ruse, clever distractionThe forthcoming apocalypse ripening, imminent eruptionI look across the table"You're done with me.""Yeah.""You keepin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2888250/ Bone weary days leading to thoughts of just yesterday.Back to the time of Mitch,and the hog farm that "smells like money to me"Andy was the sporty one.Thick and scrappy, don't call him Rudy, holy s**t.Words were his kryptonite,brothers leveling the field with dangerous barbs.Kenny was the sweet one,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2879766/ Your charge, like that of the territorial TernSharp rhetoric, force fed pious medicationEvangelical in shapeTwisting until my spine snapsWas that a smirkFlopping, I still don't believeSitting under your umbrella of judgementI am satisfied and you are lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2879764/ You bitter, old, manLook here, change isn't suitable for sissiesHearts still break like favorite toysThat young lady isn't the usurperShe just wants to find her place in this messAnd maybe, a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2873205/ I was there for the sax.At the moment, just soulless sounds, forebodingHapless shoes, strangers shuffling', mumbling'."You on the hustle man?""Sho nuff, down to my last twenty."Too much sugar, sweat, spice, fat, clean gumbo, dirty bowl."What you starin' at shorty?" Like she didn't know.The parade st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2873203/ Five o’clock, SeptemberishFootball, Toughskins, Blue, red, brown, green,no patches-yet.The smell of school,the inside of a new canvas tent. It’s hot outside.too hot.Too hot for new pants.Autumn forgot the date.One pencil.One spiral bound notebook, wide rule, ughh. I saw Cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2864862/ It's not the ones and zero's It's the blaze of recognition that mother always knowsUpon the field where gamesmanship is petty and fraughtI stop and feel presence of the one lonely treeAnd realize the underpinnings of forever and a day How can I disconnect from shallow perceptionTurn to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2855594/ I want a tasteThreatened with immediate rejectionA flick of the eyes, I was never a very good readerBut I could cringe with the best of themA stroke of the pen could bring them to their kneesBut, speaking aloud, all I get is burnt coffee questioning Those faces terrifyI knock complacently at fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2848243/ I can’t breathe.The day leaks, dripping forehead to nose, nose to shoes.The day leaks, drippingfrontal cortex to heart, heart to stomach pit. I won’t remember,That Citizenship certificateor the drawing of the horsethat wasn’t a horse.Frozen, stock still, day comes, night .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2847830/ Like gum that has lost it's flavor, color, softnessI take to the street in search of a friend to tell me to spit it outPale skin and lackluster hair make others take a wide berthI could be a good fellow, taking your dog to the park for youSending you articles about your favorite bands or recipesBut,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2839454/ A fun form that consists of 6 lines with syllables of 1/1/2/3/5/8 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2826988/ Written a prompt of the painting by Dunkees. The painting is of the same title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2826987/ Filled with essential facts,your job, your child, the next Jesus Christ.Packed with the required universal knowledge,a merry-go-round smeared with Vaseline.A chance to win the game of your choice,I never got the list.Set in front of a world that was watching,but those eyes, like most, are turned inw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2826598/ A Letter to Nikki BlueI had these thoughts about you last nightAbout jump the river, those long legsAbout the other boy’s, jealous name callingAbout your name, on my tongueI had these thoughts about youI had these thoughts about you on SaturdayAbout that wet hair, those curlsAbout lyrics writt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2826594/ The digI excavated in short quick burstsGasping for the next breathOnly enough to survive for the next three inchesKnees skinned, hands blistered, heart fullKeep diggingIf I could make it, go deep enough, oh LordI was sure that my find would fascinate, temptLike that first word from a delicate mouth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2826517/ A little Tribute to Wallace Stevens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2826516/ I went to Iceland and it was so beautiful and kept seeing tons of rainbows. While it is said it is impossible to stand in a rainbow (physics and all), I saw one so solid that maybe... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2826283/ Sir,Just a note, short and to the point, to let you feel my longingFirst, the briefest mention of the bearsIt’s the bears, I am in love with the feeding, indiscriminate, wontonIt’s the dump that dislocates, but then that’s the point I fearNow to the real pointThe womenHere in my mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2823202/  It’s the bird in meMad, mad Hoopoe BirdHardly flying, minding the burrowsPicking phrases like fat wormsSwallowing them wholeI wonder if a lightning bug still shinesLighting my craw like dwindling embers You should write this downYou should show the worldPreening your come get me fea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2823020/ From a recent prose poetry prompt at a writers workshop http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2822069/ I fumbled my way through the day, every dayCursing my hands of stoneWhen I don’t shake your handPlease don’t be offendedI am just saving you a burden Telling me my hands need lotion Twelve miles east of that spot you called Honey HatNear a stream, a crystalline rivulet The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2813082/ Where you were concerned, I floatedTreading in shoes made of marshmallow and dryer lintHolding taught my own shadow Not wanting to add to the weight of your worryYou uttered another name under your breathI strapped on my hob nailed boots and crushed your intentionsRealizing in hindsight, that I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2811805/ Caution doesn't pay the billsYou tell me to hold fast, wait and seeNot to let my emotions "steal the show"Truth is a better breakfast than a dinnerLetting the world know what you want earlyPuts the masses on a course to play catch meI am not riding coat tailsI am not fleshing our your dreamsI can ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2810715/ Wisteria, hysteria, hypertension, sexI was genetically coded abstractly Yet my intentions and longing are much the same as yours and a lionsIn the evening my mind tells me I should be more...In the morning my mind clouds the thoughts from the idealistic twilightFocusing instead on bacon and egg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2809637/ What about this Q? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2801368/ If my moral compass is sprung,you say it is,then what I see when I look at youis not true North, as it once had been.If the path that I walk is not onthe map,you say it’s not,then the exit ramp I takewill not lead to you.With a new sextant and a shiny newa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2799979/ He looked over the drop, dead, pan,friedKnowing she wasn't his, hunt,lion, prideLosing to love is not losingLosing to love is only lossThe temporary thrummingThe incalculable mileMany raindrops would fallBefore he found his smile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2799949/ Expressing something that means something, requires a hammer, more so than a pen or a talent for kinesthetic storytelling. Chipping with murderous abandon to unearth just one thing that rings with so much depth, that resonates on a level that makes someones mind electric, someones testicles retreat,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2786828/ Taking the time to realize what I do havedoesn't come naturally, it's not instinctual.Eating a day in sugar packet increments,the calories are empty, laced with bitter responsibility.Looking into the eyes of a loved one and realizingthat my connection has been lost, buffering.Can you see the me that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2785736/ I am mesmerized by the way you described that tree,the one in your yard,the one with the triumphant soul,the graceful persona.Full of experience that only years of quiet contemplation can gift. I am nostalgic for the years that you burned,the years that gave you solace,the years that carried yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2782969/  “Come on, try me.”     She looked up from her phone, rolled her never ending eyes, and sighed a metric ton.     “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?” &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2779643/  I liked to play tea partyAs soon as the laughter fadedThe other boys diminished to mere pinpointsThat’s when she wrote the day Eight years, three monthsShe may have been the one that taught every boy the way, timelessHer eyes were old world goddess, rapt, penetratingHer innocence, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2779641/         I awoke this morning to see that my globe was the size of a marble. My dictionary was open to the page where the word foreign would be.  The definition was cut out. I looked out my window and saw my old friend from Laos.  She was no longer an emoji. I reach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2779635/ Just thoughts...not autobiographical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765677/ Part 4 in musings from ny vacation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765544/ I was hasty to have shared my feelings for youThe return on investment has been dismalBut, paying for emotional content on line can be risky If I filleted my heart and served it carpaccioWould you turn your nose up and request the chicken instead?An after dinner mint to wash out my taste?If you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765543/ These f*****g touristsI love them with all my heartI hate them like a drunken uncleFingering with cash...more pleasePretending to want to know meWhen they feed my babies with too fat handsAnd smiley button faces, I must rememberI need them, I hate themI am in love with one, he spoils meIn time I wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765459/ We trade the joy of nowFor the comfort of knownWhen comfort turns to sandAnd the morning lights our way New again meets us gushingWe go to bed two days laterWith burned fingersWishing for soup and television Holding hands on the couch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765458/ Musings from Vacation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765457/ Musings from Vacation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765456/ Musings from vacation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765454/ You took the stairs to ease your guilty conscienceAfter cocktails you told me it was “f*****g pointless”I dropped you off and told you to get some sleepDriving away I remembered why I loved you so muchIf one and one make two, then we are zeroRelationship wise, it seems like a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2765010/ Him: Give me a bottle of scotch and a sunset, and I’ll showyou the meaning of life.Her: I know the meaning of my life and it doesn’t come in abottle.Him: What about the sunset?Her: I don’t need you to show me a sunset.Him: Then what do you need?Her: A better.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2763712/ I awoke this morning to see that my globe had become small asa marble. My dictionary was open to the page where the word foreign would beand the definition was cut out. I looked out my window and saw my old friendfrom Laos. She was no longer an emoji. I reached for her hand and for the first.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2763696/ You think it's time that’s leakingBut nothing is…leakingYou are just becoming, unnecessaryThat’s not being mean, it's just the underpinningConsciousness and intelligence make for powerful bedfellowsGaslighting our substandard organic algorithmsReplacing them with super.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2763600/      This year’s answer...disenfranchisement.     Last year’s answer...disenfranchisement.     Every second, every day, every year...disenfranchisement.     “What is this greater good you talk about father?”  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2760796/      "What's wrong?"     "Mincing words is a past time for you. By my calculations, we could have saved four hundred and thirty two hours in the last year alone if you would have just told me the truth, the point, or the issue at hand. The fingers of my mind are sore fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2758891/  In transitThat’s where my soul was, the first fifty years of my lifeWhen it arrived last MondayPackaged with an assortment of meats and cheesesI wasn’t sure of its purpose, but the charcuterie was deliciousIn memoriamWas stamped across my heart at age fift.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/herotomost/2758683/