http://slow.writerscafe.org/PoeChristoph The original writings of author Christoph Poe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033047 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Recoil"And I never wanted you to go,But I really needed you to leave.So baby just walk outWalk outWalk outJust leaveWalk outWalk outYou're nothing I need.But when you're goneThis home feels so emptyAfter seven years of feeling fullI don't need your sympathy, no.I j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1771089/ I'm sort of in that placeBetween Heaven and HellWhen two lines meetBut they won't intersect.I don't know if I'm tornOr forgetting to let goBetween something so personalYet something so distant.I used to admire the SunFor giving her allAnd letting no one downBut it's skin re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1751195/ I'm letting goThough not of my past,But of a future I knowI'd never haveWithout you.I'm letting goOf all that may beAnd I sense the vagueWash of pastelsIn your voice.I will let goOnce I've writtenWhat's not to be,But what may setIn stone.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1743576/ Lake puts himself in a situation that reveals to him the true nature of the world he lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1726542/ A high fantasy about a young man who's poverty and lack of supernatural abilities puts him on the low end of society. As he discovers himself and what his village really desires, he exceeds normality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1726539/ Definitely for a mature audience. (Gore, and violence) I usually don't write things like this, but http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1616651/ When some failTo understand the declin-Ing issue at hand,The walls buckleUnder the weight of the misconstrued.A line--though near straight--mov-Ing across timeMeets its starting point.--Terminated by the anti-dawn.Neither whole nor hole,Its existence owed to theConspiracy of a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1609886/ When spoken,The words are so loudThat they seem to speakAnd sound of emotion themselves.But on paper,They...Are...So...Small....That it's easyTo forget that theyOnce came from the mouths of giants.Then sound had a definitionThough it'd never be the same again.Waterfalls s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1595486/ Episode Ten: "Black Dress"I woke from my dream and hollered out in the dead of night. I grabbed my face, and made certain that I was real. The rain continued to beat the roof and flood the streets and at first I believed the it to be the rain that flooded the floors across the store. My sleeping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1592117/ Episode Nine: "Grounded"I didn't know what I wanted anymore considering everything I had was gone. Every possession of mine, those few people left in my life that mattered, no longer mattered to me after death. I viewed death in an entirely different light than most people, and little did I know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1591533/ Episode Eight: "Glass Walls"His lips twitched in aggravation, waiting for me to say anything. My knees and feet pained me from the walk, and the rest of my body struggled to keep up with the things my brain asked them to do. Delusional, I kept my secrets from him even though he gave me his.".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1589834/ This is without a doubt my most favorite chapter I've written so far. Please ignore the typos. And please find "episode one" if you're new. Thanks for reading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1588375/ I layBeneath the Sand.The warmth keeps me aliveBut it's a cold and desolate place.The Sun gives me Hope.The Moon gives me Peace.But the Sand gives meAn insanity like no other. I wasn't meant to rise.I'm meant to lay beneath the Sand.And if content didn't shroud me,Struggle .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1588135/ Episode Six: "Sync"They placed me in a cell furthest from the front entrance. A young woman laid on the bed in a fetal position with her back turned. I didn't speak to her. I didn't care to speak to her. By this point I held on through the grit of my teeth; the anger towards the situation kept m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1582210/ Episode Five: "Transparent" The Collector knocked on the door but a few more subtle times. Gairee took herself back into her room, and I stared at the front door hesitant to open it. I remembered the incident the night before when he climbed through my sister's bedroom window, and then I came to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1581764/ "Say Nothing"I longed for just a touch,A moment to rushFrom the fear of rejection.I stood stationaryAt the center of your universeYet you refused to revolve around my star. I burned outInto a Black WholeBut you didn't come to meUntil nothing remained of you.Until nothing rema.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1579208/ Episode Four: "Red and Yellow"In just a short walk down an old dirt road, we came to a lonely home. "I hope you like it here." Kaze said in wonderment. The steps were rotted, the roof at one end of the porch began a slow collapse, and a swing with only one end still hung from the ceiling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1576095/ When time lacks meaningWill we slave our lives away?When meaning lacks timeWill we save it for today? When life lacks purposeWill we fight amongst the rest?When purpose lacks lifeWill we rise among the best? When parallel meets perpendicularWill we cross another's path?When perpe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1568077/ Episode Three: "The Chance"I handled my job distantly that day, and Mr. Trice constantly asked me about my behavior and mood. He offered me the day off again. I sternly rejected his offer. I didn't have a home to go to anymore though I wondered what the area where my home once sat looked like no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1564777/ Episode Two: "The Collector"My sister brewed tea. The smell brought back memories of our Mother in the early mornings--when she brewed it for my father. My Father would slip us a cup occasionally, and we'd sneak it into the bathing room, lock the door, and consume its bitter sweetness.But i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1554957/ ECCLESIA'S RAINEpisode one: &ldquo;The Sea&rdquo;I remember running to the sea; my thoughts stretched across the vast blue until they faded into the milky horizon. Winter's breath cooled the sand and chilled the soles of my feet, and I breathed a gentle wind. I indulged myself in this real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1553576/ Caught in a time ruled by the corrupted, Serenity meets a man who is not all he seems. She pursues him distantly, and discovers an array of strange secrets that weaves her story into beauty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1553573/ It's incredibly strangeHow something can layA million miles awayYet appear before ones eyesIn a moment divided by a moment.Like a jagged rockBeaten by the streamIt's takes a while before it's edges round.When they round,Erosion divided by erosion,The stream fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1411726/ (Background music for this chapter: http://youtu.be/lSooYPG-5Rg ) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1357705/ Laura's and her twin brother's parents die just a week before they announce the next successor to the throne of Ecclesia. Laura is nervous that they chose her brother, and questions his abilities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1357703/ My sister tugged at the lace around my shoulders and my griping followed. "Lorri, please, I don't want to look like a tramp--" and I was careful not to add 'like the women around me' (italics). Lorri stepped back, squinting under the rays of the Suns, and eyed me from the roots of my navy hair t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1323142/ I hate f*****g computers. I have no idea why it decided to clear all my spaces on half of the story, but I'm gonna fix it later. You can read it now or later. It doesn't matter to me. lol. SORRY. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1299375/ (Unfinished excercise) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1265176/ &ldquo;Ecclesia&rsquo;s Wind&rdquo; Episode Zero: &ldquo;The Sea&rdquo; I remember running to the sea, my everlasting thoughts stretched across the vast blue until it faded into the horizon. A part of me longed for the waves. Winters breath cooled the sand and chilled the souls of my feet, and I br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1258373/ This is the first book in a planned six book series. If you like superpowers, love-triangles, and God-like beings with a higher purpose, then you might enjoy this book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1258369/ This is probably the corniest s**t I've ever written. I'm wanting to know what you guys think so far though. It's song lyrics, and my first attempt at writing ACTUAL lyrics now that I think about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1256470/ The Wind seemed to follow him, Sere often gazed, though he convinced her he was Human. Kaze followed the daughter of the Village Leader, and they noticeably faked their excitement to be wedded. Sere's curiosity grew, pushed by a hidden force of a nature, and in such a short amount of time she finds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1249498/ AnamoliaChapter One: "The first year of four began on a microsecond. The crossing streets beamed of neon lights, flashing and dimming as machines slowed the time, and we, my people, were capable of witnessing the vibrant numbers pass illuminated across the Capital city. .000002.00000.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1231905/ Miles is but a no body of the twelve billion people aboard the space-craft system Anomoly. Miles looses touch with reality, and longs for the warmth of the Sun which he believes a pigment of the past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1231903/ This is probably one of my more graphic pieces. No, it's not a personal experience. Just things I've seen and exaggerated through my writing. Keep in mind the language is very strong before reading. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1217186/ <object height="315"><param name="movie" value="//www.youtube.com/v/izQsgE0L450?version=3&autoplay=1&hl=nl_NL&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1215791/ Background music, if you prefer some. (This is some slower dub step) http://youtu.be/2QKARCPO3sA http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1211396/ This is my new first chapter, which is actually the ending on the book, however, there's still a lot that's not explained so don't feel like its going to ruin it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1210173/ (There's a bit of cussing. Nothing passed s/!# though. Lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1207417/ SunRayPhotosynthesisLeafTwigBranchTreeGrowthTrunkGroundRootNutrient----CreekMineral----RiverRock----BayGround----OceanContinent--EarthSolar SystemArmGalaxyUniverseThe Mind--Priscilla Moore--The MindNeuronsChargingPushingInfoFaster.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1205834/ She tugged on my shirt,A child of my kin,And asked me on a black night"Are stars people in heaven?"The stars beamed."No," I started and stared."We are stars who died long ago.We are the stars who diedAnd went to Heaven." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1203494/ ---I'm sending this out unfinished just to see if it's starting out decent. It's the second chapter to my novel. Be as blunt as you want! If you haven't read the first chapter please view it first http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1200825/ If you enjoy background music, this is the song I've listened to religiously to set the mood for my first chapter. http://youtu.be/MYr1YXnIKPk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1197824/ Sere Avalor survives into adulthood as nothing more or less than a mere Human. She is surrounded by Non-Human individuals who pitty and ridicule her for lacking any type of ability. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoeChristoph/1197818/