http://slow.writerscafe.org/clairekeown25 The original writings of author clairekeown25 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041555 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Good evening Mister Cynical, I write this poem for you,Sitting with your wrinkled fitful frown and scorn aknew,Why the world is oh so bitter, and it only spins to mock us,Combine the light of moon and stars, and sun I dare it free us,From our tired mask, our darkened room, subscription to daily doom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1475568/ its not a book, it is just a piece of writing.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1475565/ With your 50 second cheeseburger,your one night only cockteaser,your fast track ticket, fibreoptic widget,weightless high performance gadgets,and your pro plus tabletsEvolution of modernityHe's the accelerated speed freakof immediacyYour the radiation waveAt high frequency Get to work even fast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1475563/ Sometimes I get a visitFrom a most shocking thoughtSuch casual indifferencePerhaps I oughtTo be rewiredIt's strange how it just slides into existence,Just one moment like Blood running from a grazeOr Silver eels The arbitrary dip and buzz of a house fly,Without the irritationThe effect without the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1226021/ Her tights are yellow.A second sunskin. Legs shrouded in cotton light. Egg yolk and canary feathers.Her hair is long.Wandering ivy around bark. Dark forests protecting the undergrowth. Beetles shining black armour.Her hands are busy.Lone freckle on third finger disregards the clock. A thousand lines.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1226019/ And he lay out his hands, lost on the wrinkled grey skin.The Orchestral roar of the sky machines. Tribute.The eyes of the hippopotamus are dark as he bows to the cries of the free birds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1226014/ I am your water coloured irisI am your tongue as it unfurlsI am the gap between your teethI am the split end of your curlsI am underneath your nailsAs they scrath upon your skinI am the acid in your stomach as your trying to get thinI am the edge of your third finger as it tightens round your penI a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1226011/ And you never did reply to that letterBut i knew you meant no offenceYears seperate wordsFaded ink and tired tongueA decade of foam spreads crystals over the coasts that part usEach grain of sand a word lost between usWords are unknown to youYours is the roar of the engine, the bark of the village d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1122170/ A world beneathA world belowThe birds flock byThe north winds blowMists sweep beneathThe cracked ice sheetsIce pixies veilsTrip dancing feetThe crevasse sighsAt winters cryWith wondered eyesYou step insideValedictions to the skyThe old world now has passed you byBrass pillars line this secret passSt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1121178/ casandra and celeste, feel one heart beneath their chest,but they share it with, six others, not their sisters? not their brothers?or is it one or is it ten, different handwriting under one pen,a simple shift of conciousness, a heartbeat raised, a sense of bliss,but when the relapse comes ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1117417/ watch their yellow faces as they cry,black ash it rules their lovers skies,fluttered lashes drip with tears,oil covered feathers, smoke and fear,buried now in storms of sand,an untold story,listless crimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1117404/ subterranean devils lie festering in their perils,flung now from a heaven denied,fake showers of silver and gold now storms of sweat and blood,did we do all we could?As we lay in the hazy mists of senses spoiled to the point of addiction,Now facing extinction,Crave and thirst to fill a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1117403/ An eternity of ash trailing from your hands,you pluck an apple from the sky,a seed turned into forest, but disappears at the blink of an eye,Hold hands and spin while the little girls eyes sing,what wonder is unfolding now, a spirit dressed up in folds of cloud,grotesque creature dying in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1117401/ Black satin mates with your thighsRushes sweep through me like icelandic springs,wet heat makes glazed eyes,as your deep sea curls crash waves down your spineMonarch butterfly Your heartstopping venom a velvet grip,Muscles twitchI could eat your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1117399/ Ten thousand strong you march across the courtyard,Despised albiet for her love,Worth a dead poets weight in silver as she watches from above.Little rat.With sprightly heart she does adore,and your words are born once more,Under the scorched earth by the temple doors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1117398/ Sideways glancesThrough shadowy corridors with numbered doorsLonely robots roam the streetsFueled by paranoid wars.Tickertape spills from you mothers mouth at dinner,A heart filled with statistics,Tea and cake analytics.Smiling plasticine equations to predict the others move,Pervert .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1115010/ eyes littered with the stuff of space,iris enveloped with cosmic junk,And shards of starry ice freeze lashes together. The magnetic disturbance of your hipsburns sunspots on my palmsDistant savage suns turn comets to salted oceans.Tickle your cheeks like feathersRed dust settles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1115009/ So its happened to most of us at some point. That patronising interview leading you into the inevitable dead end, soul destroying job.  Enticing perks of a minimum forty hour week, minimum wage and up to two hours travel per day. Lets not forget the dodgy contracts, missing tips and the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1115006/ I saw an angel in my house last nightIt was sitting on the bath eating a magpieI was confused so I left in a frightIt hurts to remember my reaction And now all I know is how I wokeBut in waking found myself in a dreamParalysed I feel like I might chokePray the angel will come back to me I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairekeown25/1115005/