http://slow.writerscafe.org/dpp1811 The original writings of author DevinPerkins en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004920 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I held on to thingsWhich seemingly cauterized my wounds.They built plagues upon me,Sounding awful even in name alone.I never thought a thoughtCould cure my actions.But to make break a way's off,I could have become more.Resting on isles off the coast of blindness,I made a pact with a packOf wolves th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1445003/ Of what things have I become?A ray of sunshine? A water spot on glass?Am I everything or am I nothing?Am I beautiful or am I a nuisance to eyes?Do such subjective things truly matter?Have I become my own assassin?Of what things have I become?Has my apathy become an emotional bulwark?Have I found eno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1445002/ I'm emancipating myselfFrom this room of snakes.I got a tongue in my mouthThat is filled with secrets.This allowance of breathIs financing my solemnity.Beseeched from life.I am a kingly manAmongst kingly beasts.I am only a manAmongst kingly beasts.All faults that are my ownI have given to this world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1445001/ The drive back to Scot’s was kind of hard. He had a bad headache again and he always hated leaving Cassandra. She was usually always on his mind, and for that, she was his love.  Feeling both great and sad, from being with Cassandra and then leaving her respectively, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1437319/ He woke up in a rocking chair riddled with cigarette burns on the arms. He looked around to make sense of where he was. He realized he was in Doug and Cassandra’s living room, but they weren’t. He felt wetness on his chin and right cheek, so he dried it off with his shir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1437318/ He blinked a bit, to re-focus on his surroundings a bit better. When things came into view, and his memory warmed up, he came to the realization he was in Scot’s apartment still. Looking around the small studio, he couldn’t find Scot anywhere. Adam stood up, finding th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1437316/ “By this river,” he thought, “This place could be mine forever.” There was a pain in his back from the rock he was leaning up against. Adam had forgotten just how long he’d been sitting there. Things in his mind were a bit too scrambled, but that was unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1437315/ A drug addict begins to deal with his past of an abusive mother while he loses himself in his own drug induced trips. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1437313/ Part II of "The Isles of the Orphans." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113880/ To have a gift would be to have a curse.For the curse is to see the jealousy in the ignorant,The empathy in the well-natured,And the pity and sympathy in the intelligent.The gift could be the water on a flower,And you could be the flower itself.The second the water drips onto the leaf and keeps hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113879/        "What about rainbows? Will there be any of those?"        "I do not know. I don't see colors, but rather I feel them."        "You feel colors? Colors feel differently?" She was truly puzzled.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113878/        Have you ever had a feeling of contentness with the dark? When the the shadows are all, and the light is what's scary? In the dark, when nothing is sought after, every action is a cautious step, you know? It begs the attention of your curiosity like a toddler at the feet o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113876/ He was here again. Where? He didn't ever know. But he was here. Was it a desert? A tundra? Hell, they're both almost the same in his book. He knew hes was here all the same. Perhaps it didn't even matter where "here" is, exactly. He was just here. And that's what he liked most.      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113872/ "Do you hear them?"       "Yeah. I do. Does it bother you?"       "What are they saying?"       "That doesn't matter, they'll still do it. Does it bother you?"       "It sounds like a type of vocalized asphyxiation comin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113870/ Part I of "The Isles of the Orphans." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113869/ A trilogy of short poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/1113858/ I haven't written a *good* poem in a while, so I hope this suffices. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/642005/ Hearing the winds of uttermore,Bringing reality closer to the lore,Sighing with heaps of dying breath,I laugh as we all come to our final rest.Swaying upon the endless sky,Burning through the days gone by,Venturing to a world beyond,Looking back you see ours' is gone.Return with nothing...Return wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/589430/ My love, Things have turned for the worst since I ate that juicy meat. I feel all the sorrows of my misdeed just piling up on me like some heavey sun falling on our planet. It burns, my love, it burns.  I'm sorry I left you like I did, all filled with our twins on the way. Which, by the way, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/569232/ You have words with no meaning,And I have eyes but no site.You have laughter without the enjoyment,And I'm the one with a joke without the punch.You're my car with no gas,And I'm your night sky with no stars.You have an alphabet with no letters,And I have mathematics without numbers.You see me as th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/562110/ Alone up in the sky.I see all your actions so clearly.It's so lonesome with an intelligence so wide,I get companionship only rarely.I'd give my smarts to be just like you,And you know I truely would.Being cool means a lower IQ.It's just something new, and everyone should!I'm not boasting my own smar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/559467/ I'm the warrior of life,But I'm dead f*****g tired.Is everything I've been told lies?Or is there actually a truth?There's no one here to talk to,So I think I'll be on my way.I'm dead f*****g tired,So here I come, Elysian Fields.I'm the warrior of life,But so isn't everyone else.There will be no Valh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/558109/ Enlightment's as far as your arm can reach,But everyday people have more things to teach.Everyday you just try to wash your hands,But they're always getting dirtied by the blood-soaked sands.Throttling yourself everyday just to get out of bed,You lost your innocence way back in the Devil's shed.Too .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/558035/ The sun will die and bleed tonight,But those are words, completely trite.Useful thoughts and the things you've bought,It's what kept your sanity taught.Don't mind me if I do go crazy,It's just my mind being lazy.Hills made out of folded pictures,Relative to the sun's own fixtures.Gelatin skies are b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/557587/ Love conquers all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/553201/ I have these hands of a man to be.Something I just can't get over.I have years of freedom ahead of me.That's what happens when you get older.I have this brain of a man to be.I have tons of thinking and weighing to do.When I'm old, I'll need no one to help me,And slowly I shall drift away from you.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/543548/ This is for a group; Week two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/543487/ I have spoken to your knowledge as if it were a child.I have shown you light that would make all saints go wild.I know you're no sinner, for I have studied you for a while.But, no sir, you haven't seen me due to my guile.I have listened and cared, for this is nothing I wish to share.For the kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/541007/ Take it as you read it. Replace "it" with anything you want. It's for you to do so. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/540992/ I think it's time we go to Paradise,Get out of this Hell made of ice.We could still remain the same souls,The only thing that will change are things that we know.We'll take the long walks of nature,And we'll see that we need something to capture.We won't lose sight of the prize,And we're going, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539489/ This was originally an instrumental song I had recorded, but I wanted to write a poem to it. So here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539216/ Finally, The People have gotten what they originally had been looking for... Generations later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539204/ The Leader is confronted and dealt with... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539201/ The Leader will dealt with... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539200/ The Promise Land has been reached, but there's still just one more thing to be done... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539199/ The inevitable has finally shown itself. Another way must be walked upon... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539198/ The People have left with The Happy Years as only a memory. Still on their quest for the Promise Land, one has risen up to become their leader... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539196/ Paradise is just not what it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539194/ The People have left their home for better... But with a price. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539193/ The Broken Bridge is symbolic to The Peoples' society. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539192/ Time is not what The People want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539191/ The People have left for a better home, but why? And who really is the one that's leading them? And why did he lead them to such a bad place? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/539189/ Influential but also an unruly statement.I need no tempo, nor rhyme, to get my point across.I'm fed up with how man rules man,And there's now way around that.How can one govern another when one can't govern themself?Mark my words,The end times are coming Sirs, Madams, your Holiness, you Czar, you Br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/538843/ It's influenced by cosmic wonders, like a lot of my writings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/538149/ Far way, across the sound,God's voice makes it's rounds.It reaches further than before,Making you believe in the legends and lores.One thousand and fifty men,Could not stop us from being together again.Like a slatughter-farm burning in the distance,We've made this world's subtle hindrance.Further do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/538110/ People don't understand during the duration of their bad judgments that they are in fact. But when we realize the latter, we also realize we're just human... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/538096/ I believe in things others in America would most likely call 'taboo', but that's okay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/538074/ I always have been intrigued and influenced by the cosmos. This is just a product of that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/538064/ This poem is pretty much about how back in the Medieval times (and any time before and after, naturally) anyone who had a high rank in society could pretty much do whatever they wanted without guilt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dpp1811/538045/