http://slow.writerscafe.org/ofdeathandlove The original writings of author OfDeathandLove en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051737 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 whenever i walk in your apartment, i see the magnet i gave you on a whim on your fridge, displayed proudly for anyone anyone else who walks in to see it, too. now i know you have no real need for fridge magnets, even if they give you advice from a trail. that's not why i gave it to you. i gave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/2789053/ A fake lofi mix, illustrated by inside jokes and emotional landmarks between me and the one I love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/2078339/ Mostly a stream-of-conscience piece http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/2069187/ They say snow is the purest thing on this physical earth, because no blemish can stain it as it falls from the sky. I think it's forgotten what it's supposed to f****n' be. Snow has no character until it hits the ground, when it gets mixed with the dirt, and whatever other disgusting thing is there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1223894/ This isn't a declaration of love. This isn't a recognition of someone great. This is simply the story of the boy whose eyes were so brown, you'd almost forget they're hazel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1223886/             John closed his eyes in sorrow andfrustration. Despite his repetitive attempts, this time, he couldn't seem to get it right.             Whenhe entered junior high, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1185671/ He's the one who was always known as "strange" The one who had dreams of astrophysics, Of perpetual energy, Of something more.But at the same time, he was fighting against His darkness, His doubts, His self.What they don't know, What he doesn't know, What nobody knows,Is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1182178/ Another cold midnight on the lonely road. His feet started to hurt from walking so long. His fingers were numb, the usual bite of the handles not affecting him at all. A familiar growl started to gradually grow behind him. He pried his fingers from the handle of his guitar case, set it down, and sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1182175/                 The snow fell slowlyon the abandoned streets. The night as dark as coal, the only source of lightcoming from the lampposts, shining gentle, golden light on the cobblestonesbeneath. The only being left on the street was a boy, carryin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1179982/ You talk with him every morning.He knows your entire soul,And you know his.You listen to his problems,Secretly keeping to yourselfHow they tear you apart.How worrying about him is enough toKeep you awake at night.Your heart filled with an inexplicable pain,Thinking of him.You think of him every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1175870/ Tensionscreaming through my heartSlowlytearing me apart Closemy eyes, count to tenRunthe music through again Fansare cheering in the crowdWhy do they seem so loud?Hands feel cold against the micGive the people what they likeSlowly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1175660/ Taking one glance home,You drove off north,Saying you were “born this way.” Now you’re on the streetsShoving up needlesAnd smoking ‘jouana. ‘stead of in a houseHammering down nailsAnd squirting weeds. I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1175657/ Night as chilly asthe earth after rain,The highways andback streets are abandoned. The sun begins topeer over golden farm fields and Sky-highstructures. As the sky turnsinto a Beautifulwatercolor painting,A lone banjo singstheSong of it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1175656/            A boy and a girl walked alone on asmall path that twisted through a meadow. The girl was a beautiful flower, herhair the same brilliant red as the surrounding poppies that she was named after, and her eyes as blue as the cloudless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1175653/ A book of short stories with ghosts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1175650/ The full moon illuminated the ribbon of highway that stretched over the small hills before him. The deafening silence was broken only by the soft crunch of his boots upon the asphalt and the sound of his gentle breaths. His fingers ached from carrying the worn guitar case in one hand, the cracked l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1163465/ Look in Note for Reviewers for description/summary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1163464/ Shadows follow you through the doorAnd stalk you into the nightWhen you lie on the floorAnd they attack with their mightNot anymore, you sayas you reach for the shining deathIt will all be gone by dayWhen you've taken your last breathGo CryYou'll FlyIt's TimeTo DieIn those Final Moments in painCould.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162276/ It is a short poem, and I did come it off the top of my head a while ago, but despite its shortness and not too great quality, I do like it, and I hope you do, too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162273/ Dedicated to my friend Caramae http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162270/ Dedicated to my friend Skyler. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162268/ Every night I will think of you.Stare at the dark abyss You createdAll the painI miss you andEvery word you saidEverything you didAll reasonsAll excusesAll liesAll hopesAll emotionsEverthing I didEvery word I saidYou don't miss me orAll the painI tried to eraseThe dark abyss staring at youEvery.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162265/ A black cross stuck out of the groundits hard iron casting a shadow across its graveIn an abandoned church's backyardit stood aloneGray clouds gathered, ready to pay their last respectsand shed their tears on lives long goneCrouching in a broken windowan angel, its eyes and wings as black as coal,ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162263/ A poem loosely based off of the movie short "Touch Wood": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wk40wdZAO6s Dedicated to anyone who has OCD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162261/ If I were a butterfly,I would fly you away from here.If I were a butterfly,I would catch all your tears.If I were a butterfly,I would hide all your fears.If I were a butterfly,I would fly you away from here.If I were a bird,I would sing you a song.If I were a bird,You would always belong.If I were a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162258/ A girl with no identityFell down the rabbit holeAnd time stopped eternityFor her to find a soulEat me, drink meFill me 'till I'm fullGive me the silver keyThat fits any holeTake me to the Mad HatterWe'll have a spot of teaSnuf, Quest, it doesn't matterJust help me find meShow me a smiling catWho'll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ofdeathandlove/1162251/