http://slow.writerscafe.org/janeaustenfan The original writings of author The Hampstead Poet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776144525 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Like ice in summeryour hand is cold in sunny heat, and pale as a drift of snow.Translucent skin, so thin,That I can see the veins below.Your pulse runs weak but steady, like a river choked by frost. I clutch your hand with all my strengthfor soon, it will be lost. Like ice in summeryour arm was hard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1782892/ Oh! What an absence, aching thatI feel for places I have beenfor memories forged long agoand faces no more seen.I stand stock still among grey streetsthat in my youth I called my homeand finding all doors shut to meI rambled on alone. The faces of my childhoodare all but dust and weathered nowI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1726794/ This must be loveIt’s nothing like you said it was, and yet, I am so sureI’m young, maybe, naive? It’s trueand yet I think I’ve known of deeper thingsof stronger thingsthan liking, or desireof passion, ice and fireI see the mountains of the worldthe oceans churning in their r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1701377/ Close your eyesBreathe in this moment for all it's worthRemember the taste of the airthe soothing blankness of the night skypinpricks of stars glowing faintlythe thud of blood pumping through your veinsRemember lifeThe breaths you took without thoughtNow numbered in their thoughtlessnessThe sighing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1675962/ In remembrance of those killed in the Paris Attacks, tonight I mourn. #peaceforparis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1667809/ Steamy air and porcelain ivory mugs lined stout and uniformDark teak panels line this hub like marble slabs upon a templeFor within these low tables, high top Formica barMy fellows youth find their sought communeFar in the corner sits a bearded mana hipster? Order: espresso, two shotsSniffling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1648306/ Here I sit alone withinA grave of my own makingI dug with my spite and my liesMy family forsakenOh! What a bitter irony to have but just achievedThe very thing I'd hoped: to be alone in my despairAnd yet, I am far from content to see myself abandonedSo suddenly I yearn for love, but no one's left to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1644443/ When my eyes meet yours and we are one but for a momentWhen your face falls when you think not another weary soul can seeWhen you let go and give into the constant cry "Surrender!"and fade unto illusion's waning dreamStill you hold up that flailing torch, flame dying in the rainBut never falter in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1637626/ Is it OK to say that I'm lost?Take me home now, Mum, take me home'Cause these legs won't carry me any moreAnd I'm weary of spirit and boneDon't you think that I've rambled enough now?Tasted blood and the bitter sting of fear?Look, I know now this world isn't easyTake me far, far away now from here'C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1631005/ Who told you life was easy?Who told you life was fair?Why do you think that you deserveThe same?Who told you that all humansTreated their peers and friendsWith kindness and each other serve?As equals?Never have I known an EarthWhere such a race as ours can liveWithout meaningless conflict andBloodsh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1616950/ And in silence we embrace, but in his passion's steada creaking falseness takes its placeMy lover'd wish me dead!He holds up in candlelightA gleaming blade of steelAnd he would wield it in this nightWith no grief for him to feelMy lover laughs and smilesBut kindness his eyes do lackI feel it wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1605741/ I can't believe that I am damnedThat I live without loveI can't believe I live a lieand should suffer in silence.How little I know!and yet it seemsthat I have realized truthAnd one of which most are afraidCome share in my salvation!Dare you not to taste that whichis sweet upon my tongue?I know that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1604368/ 8:11 AMThe clocks stopped at that momentAt least, my kindred heartFelt somethingWhen yours stoppedand wouldn't startFor that's when every mortal thingFelt the agony that cameWith your exit from this fleeting worldNothing would be the sameFor something died within meThat was taken by your handThat ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1600666/ I spent so long writing about the bad things in lifeThe ugly thingsThe painful thingsAnd I thought that only pain was worth putting into writingThat the point of pain was to drive you to make something beautifulAnd that's how you survived it.But nowI want to put something beautiful into writingTo im.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1596464/ Oft I have cursed the nature of my bones and of my mindOf pain that wracks both body and my soulAnd curse the human condition, crippling agonyThat comes with living in a world that takes a heavy tollFor death afflicts this world, the fleeting mortal human raceI wonder how such fragile beings come to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1594364/ The blood did wash the beaches clean of tears and sweat that dayIt washed of us humanity, and each step brought us forthUnto the hell that awaited, upon those German gunsFor war had found these beaches on a spearhead in the northMy friends, we crowded in that boat, awash in sickly lightWe cut throug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1558187/ My eyes first graced your innocence when first our world was newAnd nothing came of nothing; you were nothing more to meBut then you spoke and slowly as if I had fallen deepInto a whirlwind dream that held what I wanted to beYour face became extraordinary, beauty ingrained withinAnd every time you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1544496/ Passing strangers, footsteps pounding on the dusty asphaltBrushing off the now and filled with distanceLooking past me, only seeing futures filled with laughterOff to the paper worlds that tie them hereAnd I stand, caught in the crowded street awake with candlesFleeting shadows passing in the nightE.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1532642/ There is a place; I'll tell you nowFor suffering and fear resideWithin this foggy, wandering worldWhere youth and laughter carefree hideA city far beyond the reachOf thy fleeting mortal soulGleaming bright within the futureFree of the present, human tollFor evil once was cast awayAnd never will it o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1522250/ Upon this dry and forlorn earthBlue tears streak crystallineLike voices trailing on the windThey wash upon the soilFigures, broken and rustedIn the bitterness of isolationLike statues left upon the EarthA tribute to human creationBut where be this fiery life?For in the dust, the footprintsOf a long .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1517676/ Who are you to judge who’s fit to travel on their path?And play the role no mortal shall of all-controlling god?For human as it is to err, in conscience inexcusableTo extinguish light of life without another thought?How bold are you, to take into your own shaking handsAnother’s child, mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1513064/ Oft I had wandered through a pathOf weary, drift'd vinesAnd never had I been obstructed Within its dark confinesYet one day came as I did rambleIn my private woodIn front of me, the shape of a Stranger before me stoodHe uttered not a syllableIn darkened face I sawImpassive as an aged tombs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1500342/ Burning through the darkness, rippling shadows in the airThat scorches deep, burns through my lungs ablazeRapid beats, my heart pounding desperately in silenceAnd fevered mind bending the twisted passing of the daysImprisoned in my own mind, in this dying body weakLife draining from my limbs and haz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1490978/ The shreds and tatters of a life fall to the empty floorThe stains of blood will not escape my handsFor all the curses in the world this one I wrought myselfBut blindness led me now to the dark in which I standFor what? Now deed is done, and my love no more my loveFor she is perished by maledict han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1484528/ She clutches her rag as a handkerchief and her tattered, patchwork skirtA thousand prayers and hymns echoing on A rosary upon her breast, above her beating heartHer last worldly possessions as she braves the open seaA new world lies ahead of her upon the dawn she ridesIn her eyes a gleam, a tea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1476798/ All made up and forgotten, secrets pushed into the earthA phase of ill-consideration; everyone assures me soBut ingrained deep within the soul another message burnsAnd scars of what I'm meant to be just continue to growSo lost within that joyless wilderness of starless nightNo light to guide me thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1473137/ Silence; cutting at the breath, and stifling the heartIn moments passed, a shock courses through body and through mindAnd motion sets in, falling faster eyes frozen in the skyTwirling in final, fatal dance, a knife in hand behindEyes fixed upon the broken, gleaming in a hollow lightStill spinning of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1469014/ Shifting through an icy trickling stream of molten blue like tears flowing fast upon ice flowsAnd pale face, eyes ringed with red and bruisedshe waits upon the frozen doorstep with a hand upon her heartBusy, hurried with the sounds and shouts of worldsrevolving still despite the freezing winter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1459399/ Once we danced among the line of frosted stoic treesAnd tasted snowflakes, whispered to the biting winds in songWe ambled through the hills, and fought our greatest battlesUntil the darkness came, and the spring had come along As children, rosy crystaled cheeks adorned our beaming facesOur eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1456586/ Another night under the cold and unforgiving starsWarmed only by the days passing until the final sleepAnd dreams no longer come to me in vivid fantasiesI wallow in wilted promises that I have failed to keepAnd footsteps, dogged by my mistakes and faces once that I Knew and loved so very much t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1446162/ On Remembrance Day, we honor the veterans and the casualties of war. It is now, more than ever, that we must remember the cost that can never be paid off. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1440487/ Gray, empty shadows cross halls and pour on to the floorsLike so many colourless tears with empty words, unspokenBut you will never hear the pitiful weeping of these tearsThy spirit hath escaped, this house thy brittle shell now brokenAnd echoes slash the sacred silence laid across this houseEvery s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1431009/ If I had the power to stop the clock's steady, constant handsI would allow no time to pass in this unswayed havenI would keep the fire burning eternal in its grateI would dodge the shadow of death, the hollow cry of the ravenAnd still would be the shimmering particles of dust upon the airThat dance .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1419344/ The molten blackness, laid on my shoulders, caves before me like a tunnelMy weary steps shall find no rest 'til they have found their markAnd grey shadows do bend and twist upon the dreary wallsThe hedges, twisting mazes, rear above me in the darkAnd no sigh escapes my lips, for the chill air doth r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1413340/ Leaves flutter on their branches like hands reaching outEvery twitch, every effort, desperate motions in painFlailing, crying out, do you hear them, do you hear them?Sobbing and screaming for far away rainAnd the road, winding slowly, like a rapid old riverWeaving and seething and twisting springs f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1409061/ Steely gray eyes, malicious, unwaveringNoble brow never creasing with doubtBlack hooded face, like a ghost, like a phantomBut the robes cloaking thy body are stout Gnarled wiry fingers like talonsPoised to souls with icy darkness instill Reaching out, strong and stea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1406567/ The dark's billowing hearts consume the indigo bright eddiesThe candles are extinguished by the night's grey and rapid tonguesThe flame flickering onward hath vanished into the hopeless nightThe air, so dry and moldering suffocates old and youngThe ruins of society crumble into meaningless dustThe l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1401779/ Cold, and harsh, icy rain in my hairMatted with sweat and the dirt and my tearsThe only response to my once fervent prayerThe prayer washed away by the flow of the yearsThe street is the only home I've ever knownMy coat shielding me from the coldA layer of dust on the concrete and stoneWhere my bed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1395073/ A scene of utter desolation is spread out before her. What was once a magnificent city is  has been reduced to rubble, the people, within fighting to survive. Sylvia approached a pile of jagged cement and twisted metal, charred by an electrical fire. The stones were once painted with bright co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1371350/ It is 3051, and robots have been developed for mankind's every need. Sylvia is one of them, but with only one difference; she can think for herself. Overcome with human emotions, she escapes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1370152/ I watched the lighting through that windowpaneForked and thunderous and brightI sat beside the little windowsill And slept in my cradle by the window that nightI pressed my dolls against the windowpaneTo show them the world that I knewAnd proudly displayed my paintingsMy artwork of every colour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1364821/ The pain, it burns my heart and consumes my soulLike red hot iron chains constricting my chestThere is no more air; nothing important existsMy last breath the barrier between eternal restThe minute you disappeared behind the shimmering curtainI refused to believe that you would ever leave meNow I do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1359329/ If I died today, I would want my children to know three things: that I love them more than anything else in the world, that I want for them to be happy, and that I'm OK wherever I end up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1340685/ Decked in silks, bright and rejoicing,The dark hall echoes with the ghost of a feast,Carefree laughter, chatter, and dancingThe tatters of a past from which I am not releasedMy dress, adorned with luxurious velvet and gauzeStitches down the side done with the carefullest of handsIs torn and is fraye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1332527/ They sing the songs of victory, of triumph and successThey sing of all the rich and bold, of those adventurousThe good, the bad, the smitten lovers, all those doomed to failBut who remembers the innocent, hidden in history's veil? Every day, a person dies, having lived a cruel short lifeWho will rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1325954/ Here I stand, at the windswept cliff edge, the sea pummeling me with its thunderous waves. The merciless sky batters me with its endless tears, pooling at my feet and racing to the cliff's edge, throwing themselves upon the churning sea. Never have I been so far from the earth, all but tossed into t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1296716/ Angelic spotlight, slice of tranquilGlistening amid the subdued huesPearly white, pristine, celestialAccented with fleeting bluesThe sun's pure ray, its pride, its joyIts light, its laughter, a feeling so pureSo primal, a message, from times long ago No words satisfy this ethereal lure For what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1296364/ The halls echo with a cacophony of chatter, filling my ears with a thunderous noise that pierces me and, at the same time, threatens to force me back out of the door from whence I came. This dull, lifeless place becomes almost a living, breathing organism when inhabited by the group I call my classm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1290758/ If I could ever achieve a perfect world, I would give up anything. This poem is a metaphor for the people who give themselves up to save our world and innocent people, those who would die for it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1288329/ Alone, I stand, in the company of darknessShed I no tear lest I make a soundThe silence echoes, resounding in my earsAnd there I stand, rooted to the groundIt is in this bliss, this solitudeOr perhaps is it a curse?That focuses me once againAs my bleeding wounds I nurseA sound would never reach my e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/janeaustenfan/1286064/