http://slow.writerscafe.org/ParkerTheWriter The original writings of author ParkerTheWriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016773 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We're rotting away in our cubes,Staring at screens of artificial sunlight,In search of enlightenment.We're so close but we don't realize how close. Suffocating and drowning in information,We forget to live because we're always in search for meaning.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1327612/ A story inspired by Ramadan.[Written on July 10, 2013]Aaqilah (daughter) - 22Raihana (Rose) (mother) - 47Pakeezah (sister) - 19Nadeem (father) - 50A story of a family's journey from their war torn country after their father's death.[Written on July 11, 2013] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1204776/ Hey Joe! You see that foxy lady over there? She smokin' on Purple Haze.This is twice now that we've seen her here!Last was when Jesus came to my birthday party while we were traveling the Middle East.If only we had that stuff where we could imagine dragons on top of the world.These little talks with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1198277/ Hitler invaded France on May 10th, 1940.Vallis' birthday is May 10th.This is a story of a man named Vallis Fournier. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1167372/ Who would want to be such an a*****e?Surely,not me.Sadly, it all comes,too naturally for me.I have problems,Yes,I know.No need to point them out,I already feel cold and left,out due to my mountain range of,self-doubt.Help,I want this to end,I want to get out of here,I fear,this will,never end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1165642/ I started a journal today,wrote three pages away,the first fifty pages will be poetry,a total of one hundred fifty-eight pages of thoughts,I do not matter to anyone,not even myself,It's been so long since I've been touched,I've forgotten what it feels like,My skin is cold but my heart is warm,one ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1136830/ I sense my mind changing its gears,the self-education through the years,shaping my views of the world in which my peers and I coincide,I wonder what has brought me to this path I now walk,people, and the knowledge they speak,did I find them or did they search for me?If so, why me and not you?Five ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1133016/ I disappear,a ghost that was never here,helping with your fears,through the long lost years,I'm a wheel,on third, fifth and ninth street,with a flat tire,this is my life,Remove me from the car my friend,I'm just wasteful space in the end,always in need of fulfillment,yet I'm never resilient,I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1131327/ I find myself pulling out my hair and screaming ahh at the television screen daily,the media's "reporting" on world affairs, politics and the enemies of the state pain me,the intentional misuse of words, changing their very definition to promote their propaganda,"Terrorism is the enemy and the middl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1129065/ Life is;a game, a stream, a dream,You always want to play, but you never want to lose the game,You always want to play in the stream, but never want to get wet it seems,You want the adventurous dreamworld, but not the nightmares,It's a shame that you seem to be afraid of life itself.Don't join the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1128353/ I fear that my father will die,before he knows how truly sorry I am,for the things I've said to him, and meant it,he doesn't deserve that, he doesn't deserve that at all,he does so much for me, yet I'm so f*****g ungrateful,he deserves Heaven for how much Hell he's put up with,I wish I could tell hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1127140/ The pain,in my chest,when writing,lonely love letters,The pain,in my chest,when thinking,about the future,The pain,in my chest,when imagining,myself alone forever,The pain,in my chest,just knowing,I'm not alone in this feeling,The pain,in my chest,doesn't leave,when I retire to rest,The pain,in my c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1127130/ I've been waking up everyday,I'm not sure that I like this,I've been sleeping every day,I'm quite sure this is what my life is,The torture of reality,the people, the pain,I'm not sure why I hate the Summer,but love the rain,The way clothes cling to your body,It's hugging you with the weight of moist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1126463/ Some people just don't understand;How you can be in a room full of people, yet feel so utterly alone,So cold not even the heat of a Summer Sun could warm you,The walls you've built up around yourself, closing off the world,Nobody can get in and you can't get yourself out,The only things that help;Mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1126317/ Something I wrote while my car was broke down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1125775/ Another Valentine's Day, another year alone,While others are happily taken,I sit here, alone at home.I'm miserable.As much as I believe holidays are stupid and meaningless,I have a weird feeling about this one in particular,The meaning of this one, is love,People who are in love,People who are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1124458/ When I walk down the street,or when I'm sitting in a restaurant to eat,I take notice of the people around me..As I look around,whether smile or frown,I see a child in anyone.The way they play with their food,how they walk or run,There is a child in everyone.The way they laugh, the way they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1124444/ Turn off the filter you've established for your ears,listen to all of the wisdom you've been hearing for years,tune in to the background noise that is the conversations of your peers,Gunshots from video games, the dropping sounds of the rain,the collective chatter from the mix of people,overloading .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1123648/ Rambling and random ideas to consider. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1121988/ As I walk into my housing quarters, I can not think of anything except that I am exhausted from a hard day's labor. I would very much like to retire away into my bed and rest for the upcoming day's labor duties, but I have a daughter to feed before I can think of myself. She is the only one able to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1121480/ Bertrand Bailey - (Taurus) | Tuesday May 18th, 2049Born during the Isis era of the Establishment of Sacra.#Caucasian descentFather of Yayoi BaileyLabor Duty: Distribution Driver / Council of Rations | Council of CyberspaceHe secretly studies philosophy. He meets a comrade who is knowledgeable in I.D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1121478/ The Sacred OathI give my all-embracing fidelity to The Great Sacred Forerunner,Edwin Augustus, The Almighty leading light in the land of Sacra,In this life and the next one after,Eden and Isis, The Heir's of Augustus rises,Otto and Ulrich, Their Power and Strength define us,With this Oath, I give th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1119814/ This is a tale that chronicles the life and death of a man, Bertrand Bailey, and his daughter. Yayoi Bailey's coming-of-age, in a land of total control of it's populace. They live in a land called Sacra, the land of the sacred, ruled by the Establishment, a line of families ruling in power cycl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1119808/ A breakdown of the Revolution of America in the 1990's before the establishment of Sacra. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1119631/ Freedom isn't free,the cost is blood on both land and both of your hands,maybe some on your feet, don't forget the splash on your face,a human's life painted on your skin and on your money,the world is a stage and the leaders are the puppets,the greatest show on earth, is the population itself,we ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1118941/ Character breakdowns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1118610/ A rough draft about the Establishment of Sacra. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1118329/ A breakdown of the control system of Sacra, the Establishment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1118251/ It all started when they began the construction of the barrier to keep the immigrants out. It was really a plan to keep everyone in. It's all about fear, deception, imprisonment with the illusion that you are free because you lack the physical chains around your neck and ankles. We li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1116832/ How can you tell me you believe there are fish and other creatures out in the oceans that we have yet to discover, but you tell me you don't believe in extraterrestrial life in the cosmos? Aren't you and I enough proof that "intelligent life" can live, thrive and kill itself on a planet, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1116796/ You have the power of making a difference in someone's day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1116763/ I didn’t have any intentions in writing about this until the ride home. I was just going to let this be a little lesson learned, but I suppose I’ll share it.I decided to go to the library to pick up a few books to read since I’ve been inside for the past week. I get to the library .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1116138/ I wrote this in the bar of a restaurant my friend works at. I was waiting there for my friend, I was picking him up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1116136/ A short poem inspired by Jim Morrison. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ParkerTheWriter/1116134/