http://slow.writerscafe.org/jvseem The original writings of author Janne Varvára Seem en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065953 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Skyrim poem. Please send me poetry requests! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1311469/ Writing about not writing. Been ill and have had other things to worry about than my writing, it's hard to get going again. If you think of a topic or request, I'd be pleased to write you something! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1311429/ Wet cobbles gleam inThe gas light outside;The allies where gutter pestsCrawled in and died,And all that you see asThe world's turning matteIs the blurred silhouetteOf a deerstalker hat.Whisp'ring a scriptureTo only the smog:"Polly and Annie",The blade and the fog,The gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1240682/ Every day we run the riskOf dying in the street,With the death rates on the living;Still we don't admit defeat,And every day the plot unfoldsYou say "it could be worse",'Cause living sure is deadlyBut we won't grow in reverse,And every day I'm wondering:Is Elvis really dead?A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1240680/ Wampum into concrete,The stones put down in code,Paved in taxi cabs and lights;The yellowest brick road,If only I was bold toBecome what you became,But I feel a little closer whenThe billboards scream your name,And I turn at every corner,At the asphalt's every fork,And I hum .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1240679/ Walking the streets of the barrio;No footsteps at my heels,There are no other hoursThan those which the city steals,And through the clotheslines swayingAnd the screams off balconies,Carried through the alleysOn a nonexistent breezeCome the spirits of the streetbound,And every o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1239858/ Inspired by The Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1239855/ The streetlight, bright orange,Is leaking insideBut drowns in florescents;It's darkness outside.Here, there is mayhem,Yet past these four wallsEverything's muffled,And everything stalls,Until the sunlightWill touch leaves again,And waken the madness,The madness of men,I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1239316/ It takes longer each time just to reach every New Years',And wiping my lipstick, I find my mouth pale,And the Ghost: Christmas Past, she has long since expiredHer manner inedible, monologue stale,But out in the street, there's an angel on dutyI see from my fourth storey window above,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1239315/ Inspired by Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1239314/ In adoring memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1237919/ I haven't thought about him nowFor five whole minutes, soI'm sure recovered, aren't I?Oh wait, no... There I go! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1237772/ When girls go pull their dresses up,Life deals the final blow:That even though you rock the lookYou aren't Jackie O,There, in the field behind the churchThe marigolds won't last;I see these little details neverNoticed in the past.If he doesn't know what hit him, wellThen I'm no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1237771/ We used to run on dirty feet I couldn't let it end; Up and down the empty street But never 'round the bend, For if I stepped a toe outside The little land we made The endless world would open wide And all our kingdoms fade. He called himself a prince, and me His loyal lady knig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1237770/ "I want to be a knight," the boy told his mother. "Fight terrifying monsters, protect the people.""A knight?" his mother scoffed, then muttered under her breath, "what a fanciful child it is.""No," she added more loudly, "you shall work the land like your father, his father and his father before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1237087/ I came from a fallen countryThat sunk beneath the waves,That holds within its heartlandsA thousand unmarked graves,I came from a bay of sorrowsWhere drowned ambitions lie;Where all my dreams are resting,Where all my love would die.I came from a sea of shadows;They haunt my lone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1237085/ My uncle was clumsyHe gave a great yellDown the stairs tumblin'Down, down he fell,We stored him upstairs andI wasn't to tell,But then in a few daysHe started to smellMy mama said "that'sHis soul entering hell",And added quite happily:"So all is well." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1236836/ What if I could be a cat;Lie quietly upon the matAnd listen in on every chat,Destroy grandfather's favorite hatWith no more scolding than a pat,And I'll just work on getting fat,Occasionally chase a rat,You know, I could get used to that;I'll sit here where I've always satAnd no on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1236808/ Working on telling stories through different media, like this, an obituary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jvseem/1236464/