http://slow.writerscafe.org/why0writ0e The original writings of author highonwords en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 all i have it seemsis one more breathbefore this moment escapes into the wild enchantmentof things going gonea plainspoken girl,with hair hand-crazedto a perm down her nape,you weren't the motherof my child, and yeti imagined balsam trees,flowers blooming to touchdarling, my world turnedto effervesc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1971301/ it's when i thought you were ready to kiss,that i knew we would be friends forever,that moment i thought that would finally happen,did it actually happen; and that answers my question,so i just held your face and looked into your eyes,as if everything that you are and will be is happening right then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1969259/ May, 2017 - i like the pure quiet,that nuzzles my thoughts,puts me to sleep, the windows blindin a square room, near the ocean,my mind, in a straitjacket,after thinking too much of things,i wanted the world to fit,if possible, in my hand,now the ocean is cold,the shore's been swept away,all the sand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1958951/ i.they teach in math -the positive dissolutionof two negativities,that similarity freesfrom the bondage of solitude,that two solitary beingswill cease to exist,terrified more of another life,not only made of skin and bones,but desire and procreationii.no one seems more afraidthan the wanderer,who ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1958197/ i got plain curious,looking at you,it was a benign mistake,a threadbare noveltysoon, frantically,i looked awayi found a girl,dropped her cherryzigzagged thru the meshof elusive faces,blank gestures,the empty shelli am to these people,the pale exclamationi am to myself,the stranger,waiting for someon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1957966/ so i stopped counting,after eight years of waitingin the cold, of longing'though i still swearyou could never tellwhere the line begins,when i stopped loving when i started lovingsomeone else so i could sayi am living the life again,i must still carefor i went onwith my new life without you,but with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1957184/ i am love that doesn't tell how i feel. not because i cant be put into words,not because there isn't enough of meto be seen or touched or felt -do you believe that there is nothingmore than what i see, when i see you,that all i see is a girl with black hair,the way i see noon shadows and crowds,the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1925114/ the window hangslike a painting on the wall -she sees him -in a heartbeatthe world is more beautifulthe wall sits like a stoneon the grass -he sees her -the world becomes too big,emptier all his life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1923042/ a row of stars,  an Oriona Cassiopheia -all looking at the world,is it the way your eyes, is it the way my heart,is my mind out for you to seewhere you are hollow,i will meet you,in the bold-blue dark,i will find youyou will find you,coming back to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1921321/ i don't remember if i had been a good girl or boy,when i met you, i thought happy, i felt happy,so i said hello with a diamond in the rough smile,the kind that hammers the mouth to a painful grin,before it opens the face to what it's about to see,there was good pinned like a brooch on you,i was attr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1918601/ he, for a boy, wrote about flowers,wrote about graveyards, not death,but peace lying wait far from what's neari knew he didn't need to get that far,stars reveal nothing than the nearest light,the spark is all the same, but he neededthe travel, he needed to get far,or maybe he needed to just disappea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1918337/ it was square or one too many-sided,its walls were loved by many hands,its windows were loved by many eyes,the sky beyond the ceiling was prayed to,that no star would fall, no angel visit,sleep was scarce; dreams were too close,eternity was not a woman too dolled upfor death, for death was not welco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1916792/ you are a stretch of forgotten reason,beyond the mute, twinkling bend,the rain completely erased,there is only an everlasting mirrorno color, no solidity overshadowsthe whole whiteness of usyour world no longer sees in frilly pink and pastels of disastrous faith,the tarnish of memories, the torn tas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1914962/ these wide and tall houses,you measure with resolute arms,the stakes of an enclosure,mountains frozen to stillnesswe are open-mouthed, stunnedat the point of wondrous ignorance,as if your hands could push away,what dug in our hearts, as heavyas horses' hooves lame and impatientbut the thunderclouds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1914665/ i. Sundays were short and exact,tombstones and photographs -of the family dog,the candles, the trees,the ash, Grandmother's handsas bare as a naked peach,the clock's hands, brittle,pours into an hourglass,sustaining the dead weight of years,ii.you brought the scent of old rain,when you kissed my hai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1886362/ from here on out is a vast empty space,did God feel like this before Adam -Certainly there was God and in His heart,the universe, and we made God happy -we weren't happy all the time,this was normal - taxes, death, accidents;subnormal - crimes, the greenhouse effect,out of the blue heart paralysis,s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1885411/ the men, do they listen?before the day peels itself,from their eyes -is the dark unawareof its own darkness -that, and stranger,it swallows the light,to add more space for emptiness to breaksilence mutes this sound,the heart is miles away,almost out of the skin,a blood-rush of fear,sweeping whole fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1885018/ the movies do not mention,the moments that break you,that scatter everythingthat came before -the heart knowsit is not the final note,but the curved lineto a half-circlestating its existence,the proof of emptinessthe ends meeting to a whole,not perfection, but courageto fade away with hope,against a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1884198/ some things take me back -to sleep over a century,to lay down my heart,a mile away from you,to lose the hurtthat when i wake,i would see a sign of the sky,from a broken pane,i would forget the pain,i would see blue drowning bluebut i know this -that nights would wake,a new distance on my face,i woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1883738/ my heart is neatly quietdoesn't declare its intentionof putting the night away,of sending the world out,as i dress for work,the children in me leave,spinning yarns of nebulae,i see with closed eyes and a primitive hearti haven't faded to a new moon,been altered to fit the curve of your heart,or graf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1881813/ i crouched and hid my legs,under the weight of my chest,my heart thawed, slid outthe fine fissures of loveand dropped into the sky farand wide before stealingmy life, before i looked,with vivid uncertainty,at my own breath away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1877522/ some days, i crawl outof the house, pleading sanityon a street that circlesin my head to a scrawlof a face asking who i am,but the world doesn't answerit doesn't know my name,i am frightened feelings,since i knew i came out of mortal womb, the coiluntangled from around my neckbut i still feel the co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1853709/ there is a street in the city,where you take your loverby the hand when you feel alone,where a girl ruins her dressby the pond, and a boy feels warm,wearing nothing but her armsthere is a lover, that falls short of rain before the grass darkens, there is a skythat stands still for you to seethe worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1843898/ is it too much to say, the sky, the moon - that i hold my breath because of you,i feel its cold color on my skin,the rain is on its way upon the dry land,afraid to lose my way in a world of misti map the stars, mark the holes they makewith my eyes, where they almost all disappearwith all the world's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1843708/ our bodies unfurl,each petaled flesh holdingto a secret source of life,the hand loosens on your cheeks,and touches there, the echoof your heart's cornered voice,your breath exhales a love note,your eyes, a feathered close,as you fall and i let you,the world doesn't sit, it spins in measured degrees,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1843620/ we come before the bells,the perfect flower disarrayon the carpet and the glassand stones of chandeliershurt our eyes that seeus, fools for eternitythe red streaks on your porcelain cheeks shatteri've never seen such longingto love someone so brittleand passing as June in years,that i'd like to hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1842492/ i can't remember this,since you left and tookall the wind and flowersupon the grass laid low,a stretch of emptinessthat peaks on a mountaina breath short of a skythe rain has dropped all around me, even faceslook smooth and elusive,as saltwater feelingsi remember their nameswith a phantom pitchin a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1842077/ my eyes are my own sky,as the trees of Octobercloud into black anonymity,these clumps of memories,etched with a pagan's fingeracross the face of the moon,that orbits away from youtears begin to climbfrom the corruscationof my heart dreamingat the bottom of a well,where i circle the stars,my heart ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1836340/ there blooms in my mind,over the deep-lined horizona metastatic purple frame of your face, you're all i see, and i'm blindto all the bright pain and sheen of tears i didn't know about until yesterday,when the rain of your movement shiftedmy heart to a new perspective of us,i didn't know about the bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1836074/ the way of the worldcatches like a breath of forty years down my throat when i first saw the rain,mid-fall from the sky,blistering your presenceon my skin and eyes,but i caught only a featherof your thoughts, and the musicto your steps doesn't comefloating down the road,i hover beyond placesunknown .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1833991/ this is where i leave you,to your dreams of seas and castles,suspended like an eternal veilof morning violet-scented,inevitably mortal as a needle-prickfrom God's vivid imagination of your face,the day He came upon you, floweringto a frail humanness of existence,where everything is black and white,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1831327/ is it only about the moon,the stars in other worlds,another shade of blue for your eyes,and brown for her you always dream abouti am on the other side of the world,thinking you could be the girlwho keeps a rose garden,who sheds her dress over grass,who thinks the moon is her lover,she is on the othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1830683/ when i remember you,i remember the days,i wanted to stay,to tell you about me,i wanted to stay,because i didn't believeletting go was the sameas love, but a politeexpression of goodbye,but you never asked meanything, not even for a trifle kiss,you did gave me a handon my suitcase -when all you wante.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1827004/ a casualty of your gaze,your eyes declare flatlineswith no waves of regretin your coroner heart,you read the last ritesover hope's broken body,before birds came to eat,what was left of my heartyou buried me at the backof your ivy-grown mind,within funereal seconds,all the plot's been takenby faithle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1825272/ when i hear your voice,i see your hands open on the lid,become birds flying northof my heart where its fullof leaves and stones,and an agate sky floatson water, i remember the echoreincarnate your ghost, the whisperof a kiss on my nape melt to tearsthat rare fire that burnsuntil the end of the year,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1825197/ burning you to a faded colorof a face; love that was tintedlove in a gray tone of the imaginationyou stepped out the head-cloudsof my heart, with all the windand rainbow out of my reachi've been raining all summeryou rise over the other sideof another heart, the ash of lovecolors the horizon a broke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1824879/ i swear i wont hold you,if loving you is more than skincould tell me about you,if holding you means nothingbut trembling bones,when i hold my breath,every time you want to die,if that feels like youand i, mean everything the darkcould not tell about your light i won't be your light,but the space you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1824863/ no turning loose,before the key is in,the heart is a shatter -crack open safe,you are in the middleof it; in the splinterof my skin, the arcof my bones, afterthe vinyl and dustgrows thin in my mind,the last wrench of doubthas gone, and the gildsof longing's been cutacross the distance,you are where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1824830/ violets crown your hair,your scent fills mewith deep longing for rainand yellow fieldsabove hills over mountains,i'm long over the city,the fog and smoke and dust,i'm long over death at noon,when children go to sleep,and the women are silenti remember your faceby the souvenir stations,the aisles and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1823056/ the lung spits out my heartas i think your name, bold-lined,prussian blue in the sadnessechoes lift itself up the mountof blood; every step tumbles downto an unnamed pain, away from this -this, our uncompanionable lovethere is a tear in the layersof breathing air, crying madness,fire that roars in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1822538/ i know you've always wanted,wanted to live in a little, Greek houseby the ocean, brine would sinkin our teeth, and i would paint the moonbehind you, you are made of light,the dog would run towards us,with a dead starfish as wideas an open hand, i would pretendto be sad with you, all i wantthen and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1822145/ whiskey........whiskey.and guitar, and sad songs,and anyone who's not afraidto be alone with mei want these as i think of you, i want to want all thesenot because i want you,but because i just wantto live the day beforei met you; i shush my mindto a corner of my pillow,and abandon my bed, the roomit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1821252/ gin hasn't taste so goodin a while; i'm so bitteri taste like salt and leaves,i am dry as a desert storm,my eyes are red canyons,the East are full of mesas,the South, mountain-poolsthe clock's broken smile,i am missing a couple teeth,friends say it's too badi can't come to the wedding,i should be in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1820947/ you are freckles and more,brown cheeks and bright eyes,you are always more than life,i give up; you are no sunrise,no raindrop, no angel, no lilyyou don't give a s**t, if or notyou're in my agony and prayers,what are you truly made of,that i wonder if you're madeof me - pale as silver trees,grassles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1820926/ nothing keeps warmsomething always givesbefore the blood reclaimsyour skin, tears won't wait,you think you're just alivetrains don't stop for you,airplanes fly away,goodbye is the only word,you can't say outright,but love won't keep youwarm tonight, and sex is a brutal ecstasy you doto your body; yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1820866/ all my lovers have gone,they are portraits of flesh,almost nude, bra strapsloose, perfect with eyes,old as wine, kimono on skin,mouths, a gnash of red blur,because i remember them,i could take it from you,i leave soon for a walk,my mind light as feathers,almost touching, but lostin flight towards no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1820785/ i didn't have to listento old love songs, i skipsuicidal headlines, don'tpull the dead to my face,in hopes i look like them,the heartbreaker's gone,i'm a crossed-out name,after city streets, a lake,mountains, if i was buriedtoo soon, too deep, too closebetween lovers, whose death,whose life won't su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1820460/ i want to ask how you are,wherever you are now,give you something goodto think about, my handon your shoulder, a kisswet with tears for hurting,to hurt with you for nothing,i won't ever say your name,i will forget who i am,but the girl who broke you,who took some of your years,not that i couldn't li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1820418/ and i look everywhere,for the places that never were,the words that were not said,love that never happened,for you, who was always there,i never found i could losethe days i wanted to live for,days i couldn't be happier,that won't last into nights,nights that i'll surviveall my fears all forgotten,s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1820290/ if i could not love you,not hold you, and not knowthe sound of your sleeping,heart, don't tell meof the ways i never love,never hold, never listen,for i'll never understandthe way you say goodbye,without forgetting, so don't,but remember who i waswith all my lover's names,tied between the linesi had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/why0writ0e/1819886/