http://slow.writerscafe.org/Romany%20James The original writings of author Blackwood en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026249 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 October November a storyPlastered in the pungent plumage witheringIn the change of light and shadowFaded glory, broken stories and dreams long since lostTo the greater tide of loveTraded in tragedyDisplaced in diasasterIm open to your memoryNakedHard And strongWhat can u tell of a loverDead to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/1593504/ From a very personal collection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/1216617/ The meadows i tend are known, through the taste of honeysuckle on my nose;and goldenseal's embrace of my knees.Grass shoots house green glinting, hoping, buzzing breathern;of a toasted earth in a summers setting glow.Tuscan clay digits raised high casting clawed shadows over rocks and a broo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/1215886/ Clenched teeth,  moan and callyour name I reel from thy embrace Black covered dancing lovers,but the face is all too known The haunt of your flesh to my flesh I killed to taste again...A murderer of a manI'd come to love, but not your manmy manTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/974223/  Lately, Words have been filling my days so many words as colorful as the mouths they fire fromas sharp as the minds that molds themas hard,as the hearts that house them a life dripping in wordslike hate,and fearbetrayal and Murderpower,control...destruction and salvationpeacedel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/972262/ its nice to write again lets hope its not all crap http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/948445/ This is form my private collection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/948441/ can the drink finally force me to spill out the havok and the horror that has wretched my heart socan the drink find its way past my gut and down to the rootscan it make a sour meal more sothat i vomit up everything that i spit upon' with it can i find a solace that the asana can no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/695278/ the scent of your hair on my pillow kills meit makes me remember the taste of your skin'the measure of of your shouldersthe arch of your back the depth of your stroke and to these memeories a harlot and a heckler belts out their Condemnationforsake the melody and the mesmers of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/695273/ I've spent the past nightMourning the musesin a dizzy delighthead spinning and body reeling lost in the riminiscing,that has been my unwelcomed home Each memory spilling from my head breaking upon the shore of my eyeslight cuts the sheets wind fans the pondand fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/688148/ funny coincidences cant quite describe the way your hand brushes against mineor how you call everytime I think about you for longer than three minuets time But its no coincedences how the stars fell from space and painted poetry into placebrushed glory on your faceand magic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/587856/ hmmm I think im gonna turn this into a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/587844/ There are no sheets and there is no songmy lips dont part sweetly to paint metaphors for your drunkeness and your kisses are so gin stained that even i loose all infatuation to them There are no moments and melodies secrets or simplicities to be murmured into tenative heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/568065/ 48hrs and still clicking on snapshots of toppeled timberand pine needle stained lawnsflys and jungbugs make a pirch of my cheekssweat stains my brow while my thi's scream outin joy my heart beat the river of my being smiles acompanied with wonder and wondermentfaith flage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/565599/ Senselessness  this and that denialhere and there acceptancelike a graceful coin dancing upon nimble fingers falling in shadows to a grey stoney flat nowhere connected to everywhere but the lost plateau  "let your doubt consume you, did you? So full of echoes and p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/561939/ Contrary to standards i never Chosethere is more to me than the woesand the slips and spits of venom that seepfrom this heart and trickling down to my feetleaving slime and  grime upon the ground i walkrhyming this time because i dont want to talk its five in the mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/550563/ sequence stains my memories,steamy jewlswinking at me morning noon and nightand there's no where i can tread without....trampling these tiny wondersborn from deep within a bleak dank chasmlittered over carpet, banisters and window panesprestine and emaculate shallow reminde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/549524/  spring or summer either it be,inspire such moments beyond vapid reposeor prolonged apathy Mornings are alwasy filled with chirpsand chipsprestine tiny tear dropsstaingin the creased edge of pillowsas im carried away in the cascades of surrealismthe screen filled wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/545600/ This Piece is one of the My Name, My God, My America.The work in its entirety is an explicit work. BUT THIS PIECE MAY BE SEEN AS HIGHLY OFFENSIVE the mature rating should not be taken lightly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/543783/ in progression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/540658/ there are no words escaping from mouth and mind, to find the pen and pagemute and dumb to the dream of my breathny will escaping mefinding the holes  so wide in the scenariosand cuts so deep in every manpossessing a dream,fiding no sympthy in hands words, or glancesno lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/540265/ Every thirty seconds or so I look upAt that eternal placid expansesomehow here and to the furthest forever So like deathprovocative never lostever enchantingWith temptations like no other Color Beyond my wordsThe oneRight before sunsetAnd that glowing AtenHove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/526052/ Sitting and watching youSip that cool spring drink and the glint of silver in the soft lightI couldn’t help but notice how you smelled of pecans, dusted with cinnamon’Or is that my imagination cause your skin brings that illusionAnd my tongue quivers at the thought of your neck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/526003/  So hollow this body,I'd like to thinkBut the truth isits so full with s**tRage and hatePutrifying and no shadow runs far enough to hide this abominationCrying out to be filleted by a miracle SoQuickly kammael Your sword stroke be true abolis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/526002/ Pleased as punchEating her lunch She munch munch munches awaySitting at the table reading condament labelHer iPod on replaySticking to the 2000 calorie dietSuch a laugh riotWondering why she tried itEveryone chimming and beepingLying but calling it talkingReading and thinking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/526001/  In the Single Lines3 stretching the stageThey spin flip and tap and stomp to that smooth rhythmSwingThat cool jive40’s tunesThat old school The brass beauties bringing down the houseThe thump thumpPairing off they focus tightTwist and turn hoppinAnd hollerBeam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/525999/ Never, did i believethat things would develop this wayThat Our friendship would unravel and our laughs would die and that My sterngth would fade and that i would come not to care and that You would be a means to an endwhen you were once my brothermy rockevery other kind of hold me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/523637/ Hand and hand by and bye,three winks from the playful pucks eyeas His fingers twist and dance and clever rhymes and chimes his lips empart this gulieful child-like imp enflaming with mens hearts,the heat from the sun across the may green   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/523636/ Life pinched from slivers,that linger like stuborn echoes in the moments of my lucidity.  stupified in the drizzel of the placid eve, each step bringing me evercloserto  famed tragidies. Shakespare knew no greater drama, but we have our own, stillas colorful in there predesscors .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/522249/ This was a paper that i needed to write for my great civilizations class at MUM that Dr. Beaufort encouraged me to flush out as a performance piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/513621/ This is a revised short Story I wrote years ago, its siply been polished and refreshed. Plot, progression and tone remains pretty much the same with some scenes expanded, replaced or reduced. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/513615/ Here is another one of the poems i wrotee durring my gaps in login and posting in the last two or so months http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/474252/ my a*s sinking into the worn suede cushionlegs curlled to my sidelamplight bring my skin to gleamwith reposeIf I could behold my eyesso full of enchantment'at the lives playing out on the screenthe friendship tried, career evaporatinga private wonderland siftted awaythe sequence be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/474244/ I'm doing nothing,sitting herewithin this spacecrickets on the outto my rightcross the streetamidst the brushbeneath moist greenand ruddy brownwarning methe rain is to fall. Withinbetween each wallunderneath a ceilingontop the floorwind sneaking up my noseacros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/441967/ I took into account my review and tried to fix those errors, we can only hope that goal was met with satisfaction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/439131/ This Title first off is only a working one, I don't like it too much but I cant think of anything that satisfy me yet, at least nothing that isn't overly cliche but this Is actually quite a boring one. It may or may not be apart or even the start of my In http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/439130/ oh, you wouldn't believe me if i told youof my skillHow fluid my every motion precise each gestureevery moment I am moremore than a man, I become...Art I gleem of hope, Become the dream Tip toing this danceThats what it is you know....Dancingbetween the lightning bolts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/438889/ The Second of the Why I remember you series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/438070/ This is at the time an amalgam of feelingsm thoughts, memories and ideas, that im just getting out and writing down and allowing to help me discover the essence of this tell from others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/437589/ I really like this piece, genre may not be right but I'm not too sure I've ever done anything like it before. Though, Feeling the release I did I think I will be doing more of them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/437585/ This is another of my favorite pieces from my old Collection Living Between: The Heartache http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/437232/ This is very raw and coming off a state of otherness to say the least but you know, lets just see. Im not sure if the rating is a little strong But I suppose Better safe than sorry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/434272/ This is a reworked Poem from my favorite Original Collection, Living Between. I Actually very happy with the way it turned out and even though usually i don't included the real names of people in the titles or works themselves but what are the chances tha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Romany-James/434041/