http://slow.writerscafe.org/lyrical_4play The original writings of author Undeniable Truth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776144210 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I think i'm starting to make an artform out of irony LOL http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/960866/ There are not many things that i currently understand.After all, I am still a relatively young man.and yet i have experienced many facets of love.even though i had not a clue for the reason listed above.I seem to have a problem of not remaining single.even though others complain that they can't even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/885537/ trying to expand my writing, I written from a woman's POV, now i'm trying to understand a father's... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/790753/ Its perplexing how I am among friends, family, siblings by blood and by firewho have demonstrated their love to me in so many waysand yet I still feel as if I deserve none of it.I have hurt everyone who has ever dared to careI have crushed their hopes in me of living up to my potentialI have accepte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/714687/ I feel so betrayed!how could you do me like this? how could you lead me on to believe that things would be so right, so blissfully wonderful only to watch me get hurt and slowly bleed while you get out of harm's way of the blame?you act so innocent, like you had my best intentions in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/656501/ I'm exploring the realm of what some refer to as "maturity" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/655023/ They say love works in mysterious ways, and pain is the price we  sometimes pay,  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/646744/ the "clean" smell was nauseatingI was blinded by white wallspeople with coats and scrubs traverse the hallsI dont like those kinds of placeswhere I'm suspiciously looked at whileloud buzzes allow me through doorsI passed rooms with flashes of light in eachwith a pit in my stomach t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/609113/ it's extremely hardto convince someone you've hurtthat you're now different http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/607279/ once again, writing from a different POV in a different style. let me know what you think! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/606248/ trying to learn to write from different POVs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/606237/ made this poem as a reply to a challenge on Poetry and Lyrical Challenge group http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/593414/ looks like i unfortunately have a new muse.... my troubled home life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/585099/ PROCEED WITH CAUTION... it is not explicit but will have you thinking that way ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/555838/ my medum brown eyes look into yourstheyre two shades lighter than a hershey bar and yet seem to conceal a darkness behind them comparable to a black holeThey tell my story of intensity, pain, passion and loveyou can feel them looking right through you while my mouth reminds you that I appr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/555809/ She sent me a text message.Do I answer? Do i ignore her?Do I reply with the risk of starting that fatal emotional cycle once again?it's hard. it's awkward. it's uncomfortable, inconvienient.to talk to a woman i love more than my own soul andact as if we are the most formal, least intimate of friends.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/539388/ If tomorrow I were to dieand in my casket lieToday I would call youjust to say hi.I would ask to come see youjust to see your facethat smile one last timeand converse without hasteI'd give you a tight hugand a kiss on your headi'd ask you to pray for mefor tomorrow I'll be dead.I'd take you to the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/538942/ A friend I have that's no longer a frienda brother he is like blood to the endhe's like a sibling that i never hadwe protect each other, even when madhe always tells me what i need to heareven if the lesson i do not hold dear.he's on my side even when chances are slimand thats why this piece is dedi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/538936/ I lick my wounds, swallow my prideand try to hold my anguish insidefor fear that I should mentally crashfrom past mistakes that now drain my cash.a secret to hold, and a hole to digto bury this truth while her belly gets bigbut I cant hide this truth from my parents to find.alas she is pregnant. the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/538921/ your back's against the wallpressed to it with minein your house, in the hallyou're about to lose your mindbecause I'm kissing on your neckyou want me to move to your lipsand not the ones on your facebut the ones between your hips.So your mouth kisses mineand our tongues intertwinebreathing in, exha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/534214/ a young man i now amwith still much to learn.and after deep contemplationit is for love that i yearn.not necessarily love from romance although a woman my comfort could beno, right now is not the timebut it will come eventuallynot even the love of a sibling or friendthese things i currently hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/534105/ this is a blunt POV from the eyes of an urban 17 yr old... one of my oldies but goodies lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/526108/ another old one i found... this one was written in March of 04 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/526106/ I wrote this in 2003, and just found it today. funny how we do things in the present that we forget we have gone through in the past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/526085/ Tonight i said goodbye to the woman that I want to wake up to.tonight i said goodbye to the one who can be compared with very few.no more texts or phone calls in the morningno more lunch break rendevous'  no more 'i love...' and 'i miss you'sno more looking into your eyes to see my reflection i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/520233/ implication and innuendo is an artform that i'm striving to master... tell me what kind of progress I'm making... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/514974/ I was kissed by the moonlight but scorned by the wind.Led by the blades of grass and coerced by the ginIn my hand, on my breath, common sense took a break.It went on a trip and was replaced by the hateOf myself and my will or lack thereof but I stillSeem to charge up yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/514063/ How much i would love right now to put put my hands around your waist.look into your eyes and admire your face.kiss your forehead and keep my hold.to never let you go again, even when we're old.I would tell you I love you and remain so strong.because i know that you needed me too all along.i'd lay y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/505629/ i wish there was another way to deal with this. poetry has become the warm blanket to my chilled demeanor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/505618/ It is "always and forever", the phrase to which we swore.So i think of this when the pain is hard to endure.We tried to be just friends while knowing that we're so much more.I think that we have fallen into love's deceiving lure.We tried to be just friends while knowing that we're so much more.So i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/489925/ all the hugs and kisses...    all the I love you's and I misses...          all the late night conversations...               all the playful debates and disse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/488929/ boy meets girl, the story is the same, but something here is different.We opened our mouths to say hello and the attraction was mutually instant.this allegory or funny story, not funny haha but funny peculiar.is just as confuzzling as the chicken and the egg because i still can't figure out ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/485677/ para mi Querida http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/477531/ I am you as well as me.I am completely real, but only your mind’s eye can see.I am always controlled by someone’s thoughts while simultaneously freeI am completely adaptable to what you want me to be.I can be timid and in the next breath speak arrogantly.I indif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/475316/ A poem implying closure from heartbreak http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/463943/ its unbelievable how much pain can be cause through words, even those sent through a text message http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/453594/ every family has issues that affects everyone involved in a negative way. this is my insecurity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/449838/ you have to figure out how the title ends! its not too hard, but you have to do the work if you want to see what my intentions with this poem truly is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/446635/ When you were in my arms on that first day at the park,the sun smelled so sweet and the wind tasted so good and the water sounded like music.but now we seem to be left in the darkI can hardly even sleepeven though I wish i couldand I think i'm about to lose it. I loo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/446611/ have you ever noticed how hard it is to be poetic when you focus on trying?its like trying not to smile when you think about smiling.Ive been typing and deleting and retyping to speak of you.while using crypic phrases so the public won't figure who.but honestly, i really don't care anymore a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/438755/ this is what i like to call "dark romance" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/433196/ I found out my best friend of 4 years had started dating my ex... from someone else telling me. this is how i feel. written 8/19/05. I was 17 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/417310/ A letter I wrote to my first girlfriend in high school, tenth grade. I was 14 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/417306/ a little anecdote of drama in my life. many more volumes to come.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/415683/ simply me... no rhyme scheme, no flow, simply thoughts of my love and how she has changed my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/415519/ Mental intercourseFrom deep within your mindDeep stroking, thrustingLike a lyrical doggy-style from behind Let my words seepWithin the crevices of your imagination so deepLet me build sensations with the movement of my shaft’s pen rotationThrough an erotic compil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/415500/ she cries out for meforbidden love restricts myfuture wife from me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/414951/ a father's contemptI can never do it righttonight I will die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/413229/ I tried to capture every detail of one of the best thirty second interval of anyone's life... from my point of view http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/413191/ This is how the woman in my life, although I can not currently communicate with her, has affected my thought process http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyrical_4play/412937/