http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheYoungTyrant The original writings of author Darren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776217706 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another poem I wrote using newspaper headings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1203758/ "YO!" I could tell by the tone it was a "get back here" kind of yo. So I paused the movie, and headed for the blinds to the balcony door. A black car was pulled over on the opposite side of street, and a man walking a dog, now stopped, was talking to the passenger in the front. I couldn't hear the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1203735/ Hanging by a thread,Living life like a spider,Stuck to attraction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1197017/   Beneath me are great slabs of different shades of grey. Rectangles,squares, and even a rhombus shape pave the street below. These are clear indications of repair over time where we continuously add sedimentary layers of weight.The cracks run like veins back and forth making age for the next r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1189840/    I observed a couple kissing from my balcony. They stood embraced between the house and the car.It was a longer kiss than a going to work kiss.Maybe the longer the kiss the longer the greater the distance apart like the are trying to kiss away the feeling of being distant. They stopped, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1189431/ Things I see from my balcony that are moments worth writing about to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1189427/ My eyes are pillowed,Tired signs of sleeplessness,Not giving up their state of slumber and comfort.Waking up and shuffling to the kitchen with my blanket wrapped around me like some kind of monk,My hands gripping the edges, curled inward, and pulling it down tight over the back of my neck... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1187839/ I wanted to write a poem about mittens and kittens since I was always saying it when getting my daughters mittens for her. Haven't had time to sit down and do some drawings to make a book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1187267/ I went through the newspaper back in 2005 or 2006, I can't remember much then, and wrote down small headings.I let someone at work read one and they were moved, until I told them how I wrote it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1187262/ A place of poison.Dirty drinks, and dirty tricks.Half empty, and half full. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1186754/ Apartments,more like compartments.Boxed up little memories.Cabinets of past lives randomly filed and numberedso many lives,only inches apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1184167/ No one ever really knows you,You never really know them,Strangers on the inside,Safe and crazy secrets are your only means of privacy,and the only differences we have,Too bad no one will ever know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1184166/ Not really a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheYoungTyrant/1184160/