http://slow.writerscafe.org/frankmk The original writings of author Frank M Keller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115432 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tomorrow I may Find you again!Intent on always being meForever I waited to find you For now I see what led you away Inside your mind i wish to be Now i must tell youYou are the missing peace of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/1123744/ A dream long forgotten. In the darkness of nightlust filled the room.Those sexy lipsone loves to kisshazel eyesfrom between shaking thighs.Trembling Tasting sweet arousal consuming passion exhalebegin the dream again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/828823/ The light did not shine today, it did not break that ugly shade ofgray. the dark past consuming hope leavingbehind regrets. Giving all and nothing asked in returnevery last heart beat every last breathevery last thoughtyet it was never enough.never good enoughn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/663529/ If you are taking in the words I have written this day then I will only soon just become a part of the past. The one who wiped the tears in the rainthat shoulder to lean onor the gentle hand playing with thefire red hairwhile you slipped off into sleep. Has is goneNever d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/621399/ They eyes do not see what the heartfeel's!Faces hide lies!Comforting words a softtouch dangled like a prize. Behind closed doors does every one lie! The truth itseemsalways there looking back lost in thedark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/621306/ The tears still fresh on her cheeks as the warm soft lips of heartbreak's kiss hit my lips on the side of the road emotions well hidden let free. Heartbreak oh yes I know her wellFor I have tasted the forbidden fruit of heartbreak!That succulent juice of lust stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/615747/ You cant remove the indelible led Once the name is drawn, forever it remains.By the end of the creation gone are the faces behind the namesJust a faded memory of the impressions left behind.Mistakes that can not be erasedYet I still draw them. Hours .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/551375/ Loneliness Leads to Pain.Pain leads to AngerAnger leads to Self Loathing Self Loathing leads to Self DestructionSelf Destruction leads PanicPanic leads to Fear Fear leads to SorrowSorrow leads to Tears.Tears lead to ChangeChange leads to NO Emotions! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/551323/ The words never spoke out load, yetthey reached inside and tore things apart. I my self to blame, forletting my feelings free. Never has it bin about the pleasures ofthe flesh or the lust for that perfect body now just amisunderstanding of intention, the damage done. There are no se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/550566/ Cowering in the corner of fear.I realized where all my sadness began. It was that first night whenI had moved away from that place I called home and where my friendsare. That night in the parking lot that new place I called homeeverything was taken. Shirt on my back and just the me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/547853/ So I sit here under the stars, writing to you even though your not here!“You really had to go and f**k thingsup didnt you frank!!!!! “I say to my self yet again. Its seems to be the only thing I knowhow to do. I think to much it makes more trouble! 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I remind my self the only one I can really trust  and count on is my self. But I have bin lying to my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/546919/ Inhale.... pains still there..exhale.... Eyes wide openbut seeing nothingears hearnothing more left to speak.Light fades, colors changeeverything's black. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/546903/ The consequences of emotionteetering. Is it right?to let the heart hemorrhage its lastpulse of love, while wasting away , waiting .. Waiting to be seen. To be heard. But if spoken could rip apart the fabric of lifeor bring lives together. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/546469/ Their are no more hello's and no moregood byes, false looks twisted sorrow and black and white dreams filling the air with the rotting stench of lies. Spreading brokenwings, rising against anguish to fight dispair with every last word,every last drop of blood. Tearing a hole in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/545118/ I have no more words left to say, Ihave many question that I will never have the answer to. The question of who blood flows threwthese vein's it is not the one who took me in and showed me what itis to be a true man and loved me regardless. The truth revealed in twisted word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/544503/ Emotions don't write them self into aform of what can not be said. The language of desire over writtenwith love the truth hiding locked away bound by fear. DONT Walkaway. looking back is no option, goodbyes have no place here thatpromise made to be kept till that last breath never b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/540570/ The words are written on the wallread every day the meaning alwayschanging. Lessons from the past forgotten,reminded every time the same mistakemade. 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Deep is the damage from at past attempts at such an act,every time cutting away another peace of me. Left on the floorI sharpen the bladeof that double edge swo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/538892/ One secondone minuet one hourone dayone weekone monthone yearNo time spent with that person I adore so much is never a wast of time! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/536379/ I sit here, the words still ring in myearwords of the past things that I can notcontrol...Believe me when I say they are wordsyou would not wish to hear. I stand tall, my head held high, I mustremain strong to fight the demons of the past but with a gentle hand,and a soothi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/frankmk/531414/ The grips of the dragon have dug indeep, hooked like like the barb on a fish hook, unable to remove themsurrendering as the it poison pumps threw my veins again. Oh, the pleasure it brings but thedamage it does! 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