http://slow.writerscafe.org/Katie1982 The original writings of author Kate H en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010065 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another one for my son. Jakob, you hold not only a special place in my heart because you are my only son but also because you are my first born. I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1852619/ This is for my 11yr old daughter who's having a rough time with some things right now. Mommy loves you, baby girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1832728/ ******** THIS IS FOR MY SON http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1828272/ This piece is still unfinished and I've added bits and pieces over the period of about 2 months. Unsure where to go from here. So, your suggestions, reviews and comments are welcomed and appreciated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1819197/ - Sleepless nights, a wandering pen; clashing of dawn and daylights end. - Swarming thoughts, a tearing mass. Strength is lessened as time has passed.- Pale expression, deserted stare. Feeling plenty yet with nothing to share.- Spiritless day, followed by hollow night. A wanting upon my finger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1675665/ - Doors aligned in a so-called neighborly fashion, adorning tagging consistent with numerical order.- Comers and goers are the brief possessors of these doors with numbers- their insides so seemingly locked tight within.- Few and far between, familiarities tend to be noticed among these masses.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1559350/ A brisk morning in this south, rays of the sun are plenty. The sound of passing traffic on this Sunday morn, there is sparsely any. Birds chatter amongst themselves, paying no attention to slight chill, giving no mind to gusty winds nor the treetops that won't sit still.Anticipated climates of a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1498806/ It's customary for a male penguin, to present to the female of his choice, a pebble, as to show his interest in being her soulmate for life. Recently, my boyfriend did just that for me. He asked this: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1472032/ Oh darkness, do you bear no lethargy from lashing out, thrusting yourself at those with lost or lonesome souls?? You bring or afford no comfort as if you lack any sparing of such. Instead, one is left to blunder within the exhaustion of your presence and there are no mere expressions of happiness, j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1471098/ Sleepless, empty nights that are more often, than not, accompanied by stiffness. Nights as such, they hover, lurk and plague these very walls. From room to room, hallway to hallway, door step to door step, even every nook, crack and crevice between, it haunts in a seemingly jovial, hardy fashion. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1469375/ - To see the weepish moon in the shadows of the sun, hanged low as if bowing its head for a moment of prayer, brings memories of times when cruelty showed no mercy. - A heavy heart like likenesses of pthe weight of stones, casts that very color upon my skin. This color is not so neutral, for it impo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1469131/ For my brother, Michael. May he rest in peace. 8/1/'79 - 9/8/'11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1469127/ - Nights of roaming, wandering, stumbling. Time lost, as minutes and hours pass. Weary and restless from my plaguing thoughts but still, one very thought remains with suffocating, repetitiousness.* Will you have your riches only briefly or perhaps be made to watch them go up in flames?? I pity you n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1469126/ - In just a short time, I've come around- yet, in just as short a time, you've let me down.There are times I've waited on you, times you've never even come. How foolish am I? How ignorant? How dumb? - In the beginning, you said you loved me and you swore that you'd be true. No longer, I love you's, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1469022/ - Why do I sit here, waiting on that call? Why do I sit and wait at all? I should have known better than to just give in but then, there was always "what might have been." - Don't be mistaken, "our time," I don't regret it but the countless times I've wept alone, I'll never be able to forget it! - I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1469017/ - As I sit here alone, I am in deep thought. I yearn for fulfillment, for my happiness to be sought. It's sad- lately, I spend my time drowning in sorrow, sadness and grief, no hope for tomorrow. - My screaming thoughts run wild and I can almost see, someone's life of happiness, only this someone ap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1469015/ Luminous hours sunder, as dusk aligns in. Gratis spirits straggle, suiting night tides begin.In advance of shadows, the alleys and crowd, essences now jaunting, lust for patent aloud.Burly rolling wisps, perspiration- ample the air, this lightless ness with breaths fleetly, as if no occasion to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1467096/ - Wild thoughts, they run through my head, like a monster unleashing, that hasn't been fed. - Image after image, flash after flash, a pain in my stomach like a gaping gash. - - Shaking, nervousness , and numb to the bone. Fiercely sudden in arising is the feeling of being alone. - A dreadful thing, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1467090/ - Shooting stars streak a black sky. Frail beauty admired quickly, here and gone in the blink of an eye. - The night sky's boldness clings to flickering light- grasping it's glorious jewels, showcasing them proudly for everyone's sight. - Treasures to behold, treasures of unknown, some are revealed,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1467055/ - Awakened to clouds of grey overcoming skies of bright and given to me again- another sleepless night. Thoughts of my dreams reawaken a feeling of yearning as once again, it's been laid at my feet. They afford none other than only heartache - the in between being more bitter than sweet. - Searching.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1467042/ - I lye awake in bed, deeply thinking of you, thoughts speedy as a freight train. I wonder, are you thinking of me, too? - Each day I awaken, I'm closer to holding you. My soul cries aloud with joyousness, you must be feeling it, too! - Throughout my time, morning, noon and night, I exert another da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1467031/ R.I.P Michael Hart- my brother, my parent and guide, my best friend, my fix all and my moon hanger Michael G. Hart 8/1/'79 - 9/8/'11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1467022/ A challenge presented by a friend who wanted a poem of their chosen topic, written to or about them. He chose a bible verse from the New King James. So, here it is... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1400225/ Rays of soft sunlight reflect from parts of his face, his body. He lyes with no timidness as I am entranced, mesmerized with taking in this beauty before me. 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Passions fulfilled, united bliss.- Tender touch, whispers, mere utter; curiosity prowling, satisfactory soon shudder.- Quivering caress, passionate gasps. A joining of gazes with hungry grasps.- Two voids ample, attention seized in stare; vulnerable souls lye open,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1332398/ Velvety projections, beholding jewels that quiver in it's grasp.Spheres aglow casting brilliance upon even that which is unseen to the eye, slinking through the most minuscule of clefts.Reserve accompanies stillness, as do the cool winds that raise and stimulate hair on the nape of ones neck; a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1318953/ - Flecks of white, tumbling down, a sheer of dust atop the ground. - The wildlife once about, scurried to be tucked away, as shortly following daylight, winter permits the day.- Birds still flock above, on their journey to warmer state; pausing only a moment to catch regroup, the weather will no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1306159/ A well known, "hole in the wall," kind of place. The sound of passing traffic just outside the door, never ventures off, at least not too far or for too long.With common drapery, common commodities, colors of common upon the walls, now sluggishly appearing and the chattering amongst those nearby, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1304459/ - Treetops whistle and sway, rustling leaves across the frigid earth. Sunlight- sparse and spotty as patches of clouds sail through, determining the placement of shadow.- A clear view between the pines and over the lawn, tell of the season, even through a quick window glance. Deceiving can be the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1302076/ - Eyes of striking beauty, possessing a fixed hypnotic venom. Entrancing they are as there is a difficulty of looking away, of not swimming within their depths- they hold firm. Majestically imperial ornaments, impossible to be suited or even complemented yet this treasure's price is less than wort.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1301682/ What is it surrounding death, that unveils greed? Lunacy among humanity? Atrocious monstrosity so carelessly freed?A sound mind present, endures sorrow for what it has lost, all of it and the depths of the costs. Opposing the side of light- Greedy craftiness, coercing things to turn askew. In t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1301658/ Tussled speculations of many; acknowledgment and wondering- what could they be? Scarring looks of plenty, ushering forth the foremost thought- it is very obviously me.Reasoning for the numbness, the lack of present graces, causing unsettling silent statements, within disconcerting stares- sorrowfu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1300293/ A candles burning wick, a needles painful prod, shards of glass lodged beneath the skin- all comparable to only a few, of the many companions of a non solidified fantasy of happiness. These most desolate of nights, are all but silent. They shout, roar, haunt me from the highest of treetops, roo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1281709/ A shimmer, a sort of twinkling held within his eyes...it tells tales of a life well known to hardship, still a life worth filling yet, he remains bound, imprisoned, cemented in a desolate dwelling, a dwelling well beyond my outreach of assist from the monstrous anomalies that besieg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1279937/ I am in need of affection, diligence, the feel of warm skin next to mine. My body aches for grasps that hold me drawn. My mind, my heart- they spiel to me in the clearest of tones yet, my fulfillment lyes lacked. ~ A beautiful piece of flesh, forthcoming; laid at, upon my feet. This beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1279909/ Storm clouds drawing near, preceding skies of forecasted blue. Away with hopes of sunshine, reinstated- a grayish hue. Cold blooded emerge, birds scurry to their nests, skies howl to life with rain, drought assumed to much needed rest.Powerful enough is she, to grasp the providence of any man,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1262298/ Luminous hours sunder, as dusk aligns in. Gratis spirits straggle, suiting night tides begin.In advance of shadows, the alleys and crowd, essences now jaunting, lust for patent aloud.Burly rolling wisps, perspiration- ample the air, this lightless ness with breaths fleetly, as if no occasion to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1260109/ Songs of evening crickets, people swiftly moving along to get to their desired destination. The harsh sun retreats, at last presenting mercy on a sweltering day. 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Note lunacy among men, the smell, the sound. Behold with your own eyes, this worlds revamp to Hell. With no benevolence to govern, it seems just as well. Camaraderie fabricating infrastructure for one to pillage, deceive and lie. Eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1254841/ For my brother and his sorely missed soul, may they both idle in peace. MGH 8/1/'79 - 9/8/'11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1253259/ - My earthly existence is over, God has called me home. Do not cry tears of sadness over me, for I am not alone. I'm with family and other loved ones, in which God has called upon too- I can rest assured you're alright because I'm always watching out for and looking over you.- It was my time to pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1252342/ **This one is about an experience from a former abusive relationship, to which there were a couple of times, I was lucky to make it out of.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1252322/ - What a somber life. One with no feeling, regard or even good will. Stepping not over the cracks, instead treading upon them; yet left with many gaps that can't be filled. - An empty mind, a careless heart with plaguing feelings of darkness. Certain times, surly of often loneliness, coping in silen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1252298/ "Bold Admissions"- Rise sun, oh brightest star of them all. Take pity on the weary, for your power, intense heat, your consistancy, can be exhausting; bringing high climaxes, and sweat upon ones brow, often times showing no mercy.- Cast yourself upon open fields, across plains of flat and platea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1252290/ - Feelings that come and go, yet catching a glimpse at last, these colors with eventual show and care spread out in vast.- The words I love you uttered but no display at all, an easy shift now shuttered and soon will come the fall.- Disregard in multicolored casings- trust now gone askew, realiz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1252288/ - Pens, notes and papers with wandering lethargic brain, a quick fix ingested to help subside the pain.- Sometimes loss is necessary, you can't win them all. Triumph over treasure, this fate will soon befall.- A once loved spirit with confidence, now an empty abandoned soul- becoming prey for we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Katie1982/1252283/