http://slow.writerscafe.org/LPexodus17 The original writings of author Luke Rawlings en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064869 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Surrounded by poisons; living in fear,I emerge from the sea.Coughing and bitter.Sitting on this beach, I look into the clouds.The tears of the angels fall,From longing or joy?I invite you to drink with me, child, to drink,From this day we live.And all the rest.I will save you, child, from the voices.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1320503/ The action is innocent, my hands are clean. But the consequence, not unforseen,Twists like a wretch. Our choices clearly define us. But what defines our choices?My words form the keen needle..But the thread I use must be new. The dawn chorus greets my insomnia,Agony begets agony.Pale ice forms upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1317046/ A ring of steel governs the mind of the many,The hive; cold and darkened within a prison of frost.The bars that are the outstretched talons..…the curse lingering on faltered breath.All the decisions that dictate our fate,Made with laughter and handshakesAnd sharpened blades be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1303435/ RoaringLike the fire’s embers bursting into the air; ever consuming.Like the ocean’s tide crawling up the land’s back; ever consuming.Like the miracle of life settling on every field; ever consuming.Buried under our own sin; the herald of our rebirth.The uroboros is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1290722/ The lake softly weeps within the circle of vigilant roses.The water shimmers red; Poseidon’s tumbler or Narcissus’ mirror?Enchained by nothing.‘Cept the cold hard ground. The sunlight dances with the waves; hand in glove.A wandering man wanders upon the shore.Hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1288205/ The brumous sky devoid of feature,The future that I see.Jack Frost breathes upon me.The hours and minutes and seconds,I never knew I would lose. The idea grows in my mind.Burrowing inside like a parasite.Midnight is where the dawn is invisible.A cloak and dagger cast away.I cannot se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1284843/ A baby cradled tightly within her fortressSafe and deceivedLife is so simpleThe circadian cycle of sleep and foodA mother’s tear and the father’s planA child clutching the apparel of her protectorAn innocent trepidationMuffled voices take hers awaySo she can just si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1282527/ 10 points if you can guess what the poem is about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1276209/ The future is written.We descend into chaos when left alone without someone to subjugate us. Technology bypasses our feeble understanding; we are not wiser today, we are just prouder. Our minds malleable like freshly peeled skin. Tattered and stained with the blood of the past. A craftsman could fas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1275642/ Better safe than sorry. Better dead than alive. Better a hero than a coward.I hear these everywhere. Mumbled by the incoherent addict as he straps the belt to his arm. Whispered by the diseased w***e as she seduces her client. Muttered into your ear by the man that embraces you as he slips a knife b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1273246/ I wanted to create a book written with diary excerpts from an interesting individual. Any critiques welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1273243/ There is a plan; a twisted path,That we are lost upon.It coils like the twists of a hurricane.Nature's wrath; the irony is lost upon us.Fish drown in air and the prey needs a predator.Madness is our blessing; choice is our curse.Words crushed like autumn's gownOf colours; the father still loves herU.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1271389/ The ruler of the sky; omnipresent yet distant,A decaying donation of a needed adjuvant,The fire of frozen leaves; summer's pilgrimmage begins,Bitter cold marks the hollow dusk of a cycle,Virtue on sale to the highest bidder,Blood becomes water,Sacrifice your daughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1268524/ A friend of a friend of a..                                      friend.Lonely to be alone; scary to be scared.An e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1262879/ Written upon request http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1262876/ The divine hammer smashesinto the stoic armourof the arrogant subject.The subject continues to mutter..to blaspheme..to execrate..The divine hammer strikesthe ground with the threatof the wrath of the sky.But it comes not from the sky; lo, It consumes up from the ground,The true deciever beneath.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1256019/ In the heart of the city,Where the paper gold lies,Lives a girl so pretty,While the moon's echo dies.Whispers..warm like the embrace of tea,Laughs..memorable like the touch of He.Do you believe in that snow covered town?Autumn's leaves crushed,Picnic chances crushed.Yet hope remains alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1256016/ A poem about how distance affects relationships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1256013/ Fevered glances, An idiot prances,My heart dances,Stop.Breathe.Think.What is happening to me?Is this what is meant to be?The intensity varying in it's degree,How do I set it free?Keep it cool man! You need a plan..Think on it mate,Before it is too late..Vulnerability denies my ability,Frustration at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1252859/ I wrote this as I was bored and I figured I had not recorded any of my teenage angst in a poem. So here it is :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1252855/ Your innocent eyes glisten with the dew of fresh mirth and reaffirm my grasp on the fleeting glimpse of hope that arises every time I see the creasesof your face. The persistent aura ofyour essence absorbs my shallow infatuationyet bends my warped moral compass into an overbearin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1235528/ The suit of sweat and the screech of steel,Writhing on the ground with so much to feel.Words and screams become sounds of surrender,Without due thought, process or agenda.If your mind is a castle, It’s walls are breached.It’s stables smouldering.It’s defenders s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1235519/ I had nothing to do with the title. A friend chose it. Still, who doesn't love those dancers? :3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1231224/ Twirling a pen in his hands like a sword,The ink stains before him a steadfast ward,A declaration of his own independence,To validate his untimely absence.Gone. A cloud of sapphire smoke.A flicker of white light.A chat with a friendly bloke.A shock and a fright.The vibration of a string.A childlike .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1210661/ Amber light stands at the peak of the hill As the last bastion against the majestic crush Of the outside world filled with scattered dreams And causes as lost as the minds that foster them.The descending hill marks a slope that plummetsDeep into the myriad of sensual distractions tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1205782/ Thecreation of an association with an individuation is a regulation and eliminationof interpretation and approximation of the situation and inclination. How doesthe creation create a segregation of the conversation? The constipation ofcontemplation causes desperation for the provocation of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1202859/ Something I wrote a while back, inspired by the picture I used as a thumbnail. Reviews welcome :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1200243/ I had an inspiration from Download music festival as well as a challenge who could write something better. The topic agreed was "A warm tent in the rain". We shall see... :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1194707/ It is so early in the morning that sleep is still withinreach and yet the sky burns like a dying campfire. The promise of a new day isforced on me and I retreat back into the darkness hoping that the sanctuary ofmy dreams will protect me. Without sleep the day becomes a marathon ofmalevo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1186947/ I reach for your hand,My fingers grasping for hope,How can you abandon me like this?How am I supposed to cope?I'm cold. I've been told and so I sit.I wait for something to catch me.All I can see beneath is the pit.Desolation as far as the eye can see.Tears of despair simmer in my eyes like boiling w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1183294/ I object to your objectionThat I am an object. Because Despite your objection, I am inFact an object of your objection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1180445/ The fluidity of the water as itRushes over the chaos belowReminds me of the fresh bloodThat drains from that first woundWhen you fall and that pain whereIt bites and crawls like the bugs that Call the water their home and feedThe Krakens below the surface. LifeSeems to echo this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1180153/ The world around us burns in flames,Filled with man and his petty games,Suffering smothers the world like smoke,All we can do is despair and choke.After this long and bitter fight,All we have is a long dark night,All we are will fade into memory,To become a bird in God’s av.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1153938/ Gathered voices, Wrong choices,Empty thoughts,Misguided plots.Forgotten deeds,Malnourished seeds,Closed doors,Petty wars.Do you know the people who know you?Or do you know their lie, and your lie too? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1151084/ I return to those that I call my brethren,They have always been there for me from within,Paper kisses and virtual hugs turn real,My heart can begin to open and feel,The love and hope, care and affection,Tainted by time, I feel the rejection,By that ever present, cold miasma,To be r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1151077/ An ancient man sat weary upon a park bench,Pulled from his faded musings with a wrench,The grey road stretched out far behind him,Full of decisions executed without a whim,Regret chased him like an old and bitter wife,Making him relive every mistake in his life.Now he walked his falt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1142422/ I feel the crushing loneliness.  Constricting. After the silence, they don’t come back. You must learn their life, as yours is black. My heart, it is the void.For too long, have I been toyed.Depression without cause,Emptiness without pause.They can’t hear me. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1139778/ I stare into the myriadOf angry autumn colours and I see them dancing. They twistLike ethereal thoughts lost inThe maze of waking dreams. Am I a part of their world, or Are they a figment of mine?I can feel the intensity fromThem yet I can not hold them.Freedom incarnate, unbou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1139319/ My thoughts are too crowded, scattered like birds,I close my wet eyes but I feel no rest,Everyone around me offers me words,I see no clear solution to this test. My mind is just filled with empty echoes,Sleep is an unobtainable heaven,I feel lost, I can not see what follows,I seek so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1138242/ Ifeel the sound, deep in my soul, Feeling the waves boiling like hate,I carry the burden of my child,I am losing my own debate,Tearing away the mask of deceit,I claw at the bitter emptiness,Hoping for that lost salvation,To realise, it is hopeless.My enemy knows my heartache,As I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LPexodus17/1138151/