http://slow.writerscafe.org/theenigmathatis The original writings of author T. K. Sjostrom en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775448462 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I say to this tree,                                     "You have so many leaves!" And this tree answers me,                &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/435999/ Walking through walls with a black heart,Everything begins to fall,And I can't help but to see myself,As a monster hovering. Stay for awhile, away for awhile,While I collect some thoughts,To carry through this life of mine,All alone. Fall apart.Fall apart.Everything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/435393/ The moon reached the other side of the horizon, retraced its steps and started over again,Only to follow the exact path previously passed.Today, the moon stayed still.Didn't move at all,And I watched it float above a car.Technically, I'm lying.Scientifically, the moon can't do that.But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/428798/  Have you ever known a time when you knew you were not going to die?I tried getting struck by lightning standing at the center of a soccer field,With a golf club raised high in a Texas thunder storm. And now I'm paralyzed from the neck down. I will consider myself dead and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/425013/ Type A confusion slips between my fingertips.My place in this puzzle is even further now than ever.Heaping piles of sand trickle near my feet, sinking to the one place,The one place nearer ground.Temples with emperors, castles with kings, where is the lie now?Who holds the world in the pal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424801/ Back to the time's when people halted,Could we compliment each other like time compliments life?Is there carpet on the world that hides the mold of it's inner concrete lies?Peeling off the wall in mid December, the collections of summer.Torn limb by limb, the people bathe in what is his bloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424800/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424798/  I'm running to the edge, but no one seems to follow.With collapse seemingly inevitable, I stand, my back to the decent,Always looking up, with white noise streaming in...  Ready for the reason of being, facing the earth that rushes me.The ground breaks as I fall through, thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424794/  I'm coming to the surface, but it doesn't feel like breaking.There's light that reaches me, but, in the center of the ocean,With the deep end calling, and shadows always pushing... Eager to see the face of fear plummeting up from below, I don't see the missile.Spirals up to the po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424792/  I could reflect on death.I could reflect on degradation.I could reflect on deviltry.I could reflect on bitterness.I could reflect on beauty.I could reflect on tribulations.I could reflect on fear.I could reflect on wickedness.I could reflect on destruction.I could reflec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424378/  It doesn't make any sense really.The wires keep coming and eventually all tangle in a corner, growing,Slightly,Every second.Twisty ties and glue only reorganize the already lost project.Duck tape won't fix this problem. Not a heart writhing in pain.Slopped out on the floor, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424374/  "My heart?" I ask."Your heart." He says."And I'm dying?" I ask terrified."Yes, You are dying." He explains emotionless, "And there's been no complaint from you thus far. In fact, there's been no complaint from anyone in the world about you. Yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424183/ It's called an orange.Has the name of George.A once glorious empire.We need five dozen fence posts.To build a carcass.Call for the ambulance.Got the names mixed though.But it's an apple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424060/ With so much time to prepare...And with so little time to progress.We have been created.A nothing.Now a something.All the while fluctuating in,Our reasons for being...Our predictions for extinction...I'm failing to capture the art of life.Even when it's in the right eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424059/  The ocean stretches onwards, outwards, inwards of itself.Filled with waste from the city slowly chewing it up.The people churning inside the beast waiting for the previous day to attack.Bulging buildings lean against one another for support.Clear streets and clean sidewalks offset the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/theenigmathatis/424058/