KlineXcreed | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kinge The original writings of author KlineXcreed en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964348 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Nothing To Say sometimes there is just nothing to say or feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1964813/ Manic High In regards to bipolar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1790978/ Cope It's easier to never take the blame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1777229/ Religion Religion has a place in society. It always did and always will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1777227/ Flowers 2.0 The remake of the poem Flowers by KlineXcreed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1777223/ Stick By Stick: Decoy Mansion of Reality Built one door of sin.Craft it out of sturdy stick.Little lies I've pinned.To try to hide my mortal errors.Brick by brick. As life carries me along. Shut the light out. Stuff pain deep down. Rather stay protected behind this,Sadic sinful door.Protected by my familiar insecurities.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1776682/ He said. She Said. I said. I won't be a pawn in your petty chess set. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1743718/ A Hundred Times and Still More Fell Beneath When love only goes one way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1698795/ Crimson Red Canvas To the people that cut in this life, this is to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1691868/ My Colour Sometimes,I think my life as water colour. A mixture of blue,A dab of charcoal black. A streak of yellow sun. At times I can only focus on the colour,I can only see the paint around me.Toxic chemicals burning my senses, Growing me weary,It's endless color.Stretching on and on.I t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1660643/ Internet Love Dedicated to the app Tinder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1584474/ Conform To a Mascaraed Play Hesits in the crowd with his mask of gold.Pretendingand conforming to be.Pretendto pretend.Asthe mask pulls tight.Ashe walks through a mascaraedplay.Hedances his part with perfection.Anumber in the infinitycount. Playinghis part3,2,,1.Shecurtsies. He bow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1344832/ Cheryl This one is dedicated to a close friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1326004/ Carry On? Oh, Mortal Men. War, a cruel business? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1317650/ Consumed By A Virtual World “I'mLocked in my room all day and all night, consumed by a virtualworld.”Gameover.Iread,Itrolls across the screen. Iclick at the buttonsDayand night.I'vekilled hundreds.I'man assassin,Stealthing,Sneakingin the dark.Waiting,knowing,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1317630/ Night Faded In honor of that special day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1317629/ Morning: Lite By Fire Lookat the sky its lite by fire.Liteby a blazing ball.Adeep red that burns the horizon.Ablue that keeps it's calm.Andstars that flicker off- one by one.Downthey fall and fade.Untilthe day has run it's course.Theworld has spun and played its part.Timehas ticked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1316629/ Let Them In? Icarry a key.Agolden one; In which I call my heart.Ikeep it safe, carry it,Shieldingit from war.Attimes I've thought I've lost it.Andso I built my wall,Butthen my heart can not hear sweet summer's call. Isit there now in my locked heart of ice.Afraidto lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1313811/ B+ Kid Thedefinition of normal: conformingto a standard; usual, typical, or expected. Iam a normal kid. I am a normal kid. I am a normal kid. At leastthat's what I think, but what is the definition of normal?Iam not the achiever, the kid with all the gold, the superhero, theover comer,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1313069/ A Savior Took The Pain Away For my mother and to her amazing faith in Jesus Christ. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1309950/ I'm Still Here To those who know or carry the battle of Alzheimer's disease. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1307745/ Hole Inside A Heart Isit right for me to have this hole inside my heart?Wantingsome one there besides my side. Fearing?Wondering. Wishingnot to care. Butdeep inside I yearn Wantingsomeone to be,waitingalways- always for me? Yearningjust to understand. Andyet as I grow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1305775/ Friendship Friendship and friends never do part.An ocean across, a mile apart.A waveA goodbye and blessing to you.Friendship is for always and always istrue.Friendship is special and I’ll alwaysremember the sunshine I had with you. So farewell and goodbye; Please don'tcry send me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1304394/ Destine Have you ever been alone, where the dark is just a show and the rain and the ashes burn down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1304392/ J-A-C-K J-a-c-k,Jack. Four simple words. One sharp pencil and a blank clean paper.“I'm just writing” he said with a glow in his eye and so they lethim write. Hewrote “fantasy” they said and so he agreed. “Iwrite fantasy, just fantasy.”Butthen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1303947/ Silents I am a person, a mortal human at will, and every dead, everyone life will be judged. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1303926/ Who Am I I am who I am. Left in the rough, roughened by fire and light. Who am I, I may ask? Again and again..whispering inside me does it not? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kinge/1303915/