http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pattishari The original writings of author Pattishari en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093253 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember all of thisFrom deepest sorrow to highest blissFrom battles lost To loves first kissFrom fragrant scents and softest touchTo pungent odor and bleeding cutsThis will always be a part of meAnd knowing this has set me freeYou can have it, it has no costBut if you lose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1260098/ What cures all that is confusingWhat heals all the bruisingWhat dulls the much used pencil leadWhat do the sickly pray for when they rest their headNothing more then time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1259522/ I can't pay attention Not while I'm carrying all this tensionAnd hey, by the way did I mention I'm going to die todaySorry, I know I buried the headlineJust don't know how I'll meet all these deadlinesAnd I've always been a little scattered brainedAlmost forgot to mention that I am dyi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1257617/ Hold me in your arms, I feel the heat from your body radiating on my skinYou are alive, and even at rest you are magic, barely contained in human formKiss my ear and whisper softly I love you precious oneBut I am not joy, and lightI am as heavy as the dark of nightI crash to the earth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1257547/ Hula girl on my dashboardsmiling a ukulele glued into her handsLooking like everything's just fineBut believe me when I tell ya, she's got a lot on her mindGonna take her for a rideHope she'll like this roller coasterGive her hips a little wiggle timeMaybe then she'll be alrigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1253455/ Listen closely to the silenceMocking meSmall propheciesWork the human form without the labor of hammer or chiselVague internal restlessnessA fragmented emotional stateI can only carry the weight of myselfSorryI could not be myselfIt changes faster then I can catch itToo asham.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1253422/ A maple leaf fell from a treeIt landed right on top of meNow you may say it was a coincidenceA simple act of gravityAnd ordinarily I would agreeBut that little maple leaf perched itself upon my kneeAnd looked directly right at meSo close that it was all that I could seeAnd by doing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1253415/ I have wishes, I have day dreams that I know will never come trueI pine for love, as if the word itself were my loverI see the word written and it makes me sad because I miss it soAnd seeing it written is like seeing an old photo of someone I loved and lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1253408/ I want to jump over my balcony into my sisters armsBut I am 2,000 miles away She is just a distant dream who I have pushed awayAnd now I try to pull her closeBut I fear that it's too lateShe is too far away, I am too far awayShe looks to the skyShe wants to catch me I want her to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1253142/ She use to love to ride into town and sit at the bar for countless hours.Her broad brimmed hat sitting on her head at a jaunty angle.She spent most of the day occupying a stool and telling anyone who would listen about her misadventures as a cowgirl in the rodeo.Usually the only one listening .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1253001/ Their love fell apartNot like a glass being dropped to the floor and shattering instantly.But like a seam slowly being pulled apart, with each passing year the divide growing larger and larger, and more obviousShe going one direction and he in anotherSooner or later those threads holding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252987/ For my birthday I wish I could see all the stars in the night skyTo feel contentment so deeply I cryNo more racing to the intersection to catch the green lightI wish for more life and less self manufactured strifeFor my birthday I want to be with the one I love and who loves meI want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252982/ Is this it and nothing more?Is nighttime but the Sun blinking the stars but where the black ink pen stopped leaking?So what of us? Of you and me? Are we like the plants, and trees, and in the autumn the fallen leaves,Cut loose to twist and fall to earth. Re-embraced to re-emerge at a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252979/ The clouds came down to kiss the groundThey hug the trees and wrap around the Spanish moss of golden brownThe soft and sleepy sky lulls it's headThe earth is now it's comfy bedDrifting down to take a nap like a tired child reaching for their mothers lapColors seen in the light of day t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252970/ I'm going to travel without leaving my home.It's in my own mind I'm going to roam.The faces of people I've seen, the places I've been. The warm hand of a friend, a hug from my kin.I'm going to travel, but I have no bags to pack. I'm going away, but I'll be coming right back.Just going .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252968/ I met Ernest Hemmingway at a wine tasting in MontarayWe sampled all the ports in the vineyard that day.The man can hold his liquor. I, on the other hand, was a mess. But I hung on every word he said none the less." Wine is like a woman's body" he said.Full and strong, yet soft and yi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252956/ You say that you're ready to give up the ghost.To leave the corporate world for a house on the coast.But I give it one to three years at the most.That's when the little itch will return.Deep in your brain thoughts start to churn, and like the tickle of a sneeze that never quite leaves, it'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252954/ Feel the water, warm and reassuringMy mind smiles as I slide my fingers through my tangled hair and let the water shower down my face and fall off me blamelessly.Bathe me, touch my skin, lightly, caress my aching flesh, wash away all that I have carried on me today. The weight of toil so heavy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pattishari/1252948/