http://slow.writerscafe.org/Grimoire The original writings of author Jason Ellis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990514 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wipe my eyes as I praymy words turn to wateras water turned to wineand mother to daughterand spoke of the good book;God, her alma materwho tutored her in loveand bade men to slaughterJust stay busy talkingand let Him go unheardI’ll get to say I triedbut nothing ever sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/2165450/ edited for (hopeful) improvements http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/2164467/ Sunlight streams unbroken, through emptiness;the scent of cashmere plum gently glidesits way across this windless abyssof a home, where dreams have come and died.Wooden floors have held the weightof this broken soul for far too many nights.It has scarcely been but a step in time’s gait,but all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/2158574/ Prologue is also under construction. This is but a framework; a starting point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/1792184/ This is a work in progress. It is in its very early stages. It's a tentative title for a book under construction Audience is "mature" for now, because I'm not sure how I'm going to tackle this subject http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/1792180/ The sun rose up this morn’, much as it has, miles away, years ago, many times, all in my mind. Ma’ is making lunch, all the while singing with no words. Smiling with no teeth. Laughing at no joke. We watch her in her giddiness, excitement feigned so well in the air. We, too, sing, smil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/815763/ Even the stars,                ever-shining;-burning;                -twinkling in the dark,must fall, albeit inwardly. As .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/797072/ As the Heavens drenched our flesh;chilled us through our tattered coats,we watched the fleeing angels,take to their water-logged boats. With wings hidden ‘neath rags,and smiles under shadows,they took flight from the waters,and headed for the meadows. Like nails d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/669637/ Ambiguous oceanic puddle,merely a footprint to God,not even vast enough to be a moat,for the Kingdom in the Sky Livid flaming sphere,breaking through the weeping clouds,illuminating shrapnel-encrusted ground,as craters form around shells of death. Man-made mounds, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/607707/ Rest, my body tells me,while my brain says I need no sleepWhen I disobey my mind,I receive punishment much too steep Fear, ditress, anxiety;I feel nothing moreI'm tearing myself down,like never before Sorrow consumes me,as consciousness reignsWhen its power is threa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/607703/ Invincible is he who discovers love,and offers it shelter in his beating heart,and allows it to rest peacefully in his arms,holding it proudly as day and night part. Immortal is he who would brave the fire,to whisper one final goodbye,despite knowing that Death awaits him,prepar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/607700/ Actually, a song. I've got it all in my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/581494/ Stars watch me, God standing amongst them. Angels smile, softly, as I behold Him. For the first time, I see His true face. I am much too shy, to utter sound in this place. Majesty, glory, words we’ve created. They attest not to His story, or anything God-related. There are no words, a man coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/580889/ Four-cornered room.Walls of white.Door, closed;Locked for the night. Rain, outside,sky-diving.My joy, dead;Sorrow, thriving. Like a fungus,this sadness leeches,turning me black,as oil on the beaches. Clock’s ticking,loud as a mob.Tick-tock,lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/572768/ I see trees,sprung from the ground.I see a flowing river,emitting a beautiful sound. I see a glowing star,brighter than anything else,except for the framed memories,shining from the shelf. I see a bed of roses,as red as flowing blood.I see rain falling from Heaven,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/570250/ Too many times,I’ve seen your face.Every time,I wanted to rake,a kitten’s claws,from your forehead,to your chin. Then, you come to me,“Let’s be friends.” I decide I’ve had enough,of this pointless nonsense.“Sure.”&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/569990/ The words I try to tell myself every day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/569335/ Turn the key.Open the door.Enter the room.Lie on the floor. Release your blood,from its cage.It will flow like water,I’m willing to gage. Reach out your hand,grasp a bird.Breathe in your pain,but don’t exhale a word. Hold your new friend,clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/569209/ As I looked on,the earth fell from its axis.The Sun exploded,brilliantly,lights everywhere,scorching heat,but no sound.No,you can’t hear the Sun.You can’t hear the explosion.What is sound, though,when you are watching,the very source,of our life,vanish from ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/567992/ We all live.We all die.We all smile.We all cry.We all giggle.We all fear.We all shout.We all cheer. We’re all someone’s kid.We’re all someone’s pride.We’re all someone’s joy.We’re all someone’s thorn-in-the-side. E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/567465/ I took my blade,plunged it into my flesh,and drew one final,bloody, ragged breath.I watched you,with a dead man’s eyes,as you towered over me,and the room filled with your cries.Then, I was above you,and I was looking at myself.That was the last of my life,save the memori.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/567444/ Bells ring:clang, clang. Dirt falls from the sky,covering my capsule.I hear shouts;disbelieving,sorrowful,depressingly energetic. Bells continue:clang, clang. One drop of water,amidst the plummeting soil.Then, another.There is no more soil.Only a mudd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/567370/ Your lips smell of honey.Have you been kissing bees?Those bees must love you,even as you swat them from the trees. Shh-wack Your lips smell of carrots.Have you been kissing a bunny?That bunny must love you,even as you drench him in your stolen honey. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/567138/ I will rise.I will stand on my own feet.and you will rise, as well,saying you need a new seat.We’ll have our discussion, again,about how I’m a grown man.I don’t need you by my side,always holding my broken hand.Until you realize this,I’ll have to go out to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/567136/ The fire’s raging inside Your eyes are petrified Memories, up in flames No more silly little games Smoke’s filling the air The tension won’t tear I can’t breathe at all Do I live? It’s your call You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/567050/ Blinding darkness,consuming the light.I catch one more glimpse,of this saddening sight: I stand in a broken chair,holding on to a rope,tied to the blade of a fan,pulling on my fragile hope. Banners fall from the ceiling;décor in a deadened room.Upon each tatt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/566549/ I’m watching you, there;you’re thin as air.You’re not really there at all,you’re just a darkened reflection on the wall.You make yourself into all kinds of things,from little bunnies, to birds flapping their wings.One moment, you’re bigger than I,the next,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/566546/ When I reach out,You’re not there;Even though I see your face,And into your eyes, I stare.When I open mine,You’re gazing down from the wall.But you’re not lying next to me,Where you’re needed, most of all. I smell your hair,I feel your fingers in mine,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/565928/ I stand on a mountain,upon the tips of my toes.The air is thin,and the clouds are far below.You may wonder,“How did you land there?”I used the wings of an angel,and the strength of a prayer.The valley held no bliss,not for this hollow soul.I wished to take in the worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/565485/ A snowflake falls in late winter,Melts into a raindrop by early spring,and evaporates into nothing by mid-summer.That drop of water floats in a cloud all throughout autumn.    A child sees a snowflake.They say it’s unique from all its brethren,but to the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/565274/ Do you know how it feels,to be so far from a part of yourself?To watch yourself slowly fading,in the shattered mirror on the shelf? I see blood pooling around my feet,slicking up the glass underneath. Do you know what it takes,to keep me going, into tomorrow?To hold my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/565225/ I am not at all dead.I am, indeed, alive.My blood, though, isn’t red.It’s more of an odd sort of white. I yammer and chumshuck,Talking and working away,Treading through the icky muck,All the ding-dong f*****g day. I damn the Goobs,I curse the Goblins.I e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/564945/ Creak of a door, but the doors are all locked.Light tapping of bare feet upon the wooden floor, but I am alone.Whispers in my ears, but I am deaf.  I turn, to glance out my window. Only, there is no window.  Just a moment ago, I shut it and locked it. Where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/563979/ If I thought it’d make you love me,I’d nail myself to a tree If I thought it’d make you care,I’d jump from ten thousand feet in the air If I thought it’d make you smile,I’d mock the judge at my trial If I thought it’d make yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/563959/ I’m seeing the world,Through a brand new eye.I’m feeling the earth like never before,From the ground to the sky.I think I’ve finally found God,And He’s as beautiful as I’d hoped.Now, I just need to climb past the clouds;But I’m going to need more tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/563582/ Forsaken soul,Bled into Nothing;Emptied in the box,“Memories Forgotten”Laid in the alley,Unattended by the Leader,Unremembered by We,the People Who cares for You?Who watches over You?Who are You? No one knows,Not a One cares. You are invisib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/562293/ I’ll wrap myself in a bag.No need for you to dirty your hands.Who would want to handle my carcass;I, the one who decimated these lands? Risen from glory,Befallen by pride.My tale is told with tears,and my ‘glory’ forever denied. To make this short,an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/562185/ Oh.I see.You just called,To say you hated me. Well…That’s wonderful news.You see, I’ve been thinking,And it’s safe to say I hate you, too. Only, the crap you try,You know, it makes me feel bad.I look at you, and I feel so sorry,So sorry th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/561669/ Translucent globe,Upon the broken shelf,Emanating vitality,Whilst possessing none, yourself.You lay on the edge,So precariously near the void.Black is all that awaits you;If you fall, you will be destroyed.Fate has no end planned for you,Destiny issued no such order.Yet, there yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/560341/ Distance..  It separates;keeps us apartMakes me wish,beg, to be where you are Not a moment passes,where I don’t miss you.My heart never beats,without breaking anew. Eternity beckons,calling me to my grave.Then, your love rushes through me,as vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/560324/ Eternal sunset;Flooding light out, over the meadowYou attempt to conquer the darkness,Spiteful towards the shadows we throw,Like a paper airplane in the hall,Or a baseball through a window.Your light falls from Heaven upon us,As if it were the Christmas-time snow,And it illuminates t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/559886/ Leaves fall from the trees, just for me.Clouds glide through the sky, that I might see.The moon rises from shadowy depths,Following the Sun’s burning footsteps,Giving to me Heaven’s golden key. Blue waves lap at sands on the shore,Beneath the unruffled birds that soar.Tranquil air i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/558072/ Eternal pillars crumble before my eyes;Boundless walls, decimated by my lies.I take in a wisp of cloud as it delicately flies,Amidst the pieces of God’s fallen fortress, Plummeting from the skies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/557966/ Inspired by John Lennon's "Imagine." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/557536/ Dreams, take me.Conscious world, leave me be.I wish to rot in this place no more,So, I’ll risk seeing what might be in store.Surely, the surreal is better than this,A crooked world, reminding me of all that I miss.Ignorant words echo off of the walls in every room,Idiocy grows ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/556973/ You told me you needed a while,Just to get yourself together.I told you I had a lifetime,And I’d wait forever.You replied, tears in your eyes,“Okay, that’s not what I meant.”I told you that you shouldn’t cry,And you should just make yourself contentYou c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/556960/ An older poem that I just found, hidden on my flash drive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/556145/ Oblivion’s wintry scrutiny Withering flesh;Quintessence seeping into the night Caretaker’s egressions sealedExtrication, unattainable Ebbing luminescence;Fading aurora;Lunar vista, ablaze with an inferno, lazily suffocating Deathbeds, summo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/556095/ Rose-colored banner, flowing in the breezeWintry chill, like ice in my veinsSnow upon top of the barren treesCelestial body, welcoming the ending of day Rabid stare in the dying lightFeral grimace; face of DeathBlizzard, painting the landscape whiteBrief gasp of frightened breat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/555684/ A soldier says his goodbyes.Kisses, hugs, sorrowful smiles,And tears, as they fall from his eyes,Knowing they may never meet again. He marches away,Head held high like he was taught,While he whispers prayers to stay,Knowing they’ll never come true. Months go by,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Grimoire/555601/