http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheAdventOf The original writings of author TheAdventOf en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201061 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Another revolution and it might be The last thing you'll ever hear from me Before my words are set in stone I always wanted to tell youEverything I'd been thinkingFor the last few yearsBut I couldn't tell if heavy wordsWould land lightly Now I'm just holding themLike grenades wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/620703/ Everyone’s a Friday night king,Walking streets that shrug off last nights snowIn wet, grayed lumps along the curbsideWhile the sidewalks catch the glazeOff the moon covered in tides of wispy, dying cloudsWithering now that they gave what they had.The lights turn green at the intersection,And t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/572725/ I hate to admitThat you’re always on my mindLike headlights in the rearviewAt three o’ clock in the morningThat I just can’t seem to shake… Fear, but at the same timeThe need to know: Who’s the driver,And where have the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/557097/ True story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/554475/ The sun seemed to concentrate every aspect of miseryOnto my pale complexion that dayAs I stood on the side of the roadIn a grey tank top and jeansTrying to figure out why the engine Wouldn’t make the wheels budgeAnother inch. I cursed at it, kicked the whee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/553669/ I'll lie down and pray for sunlight To break an eternity of black cloudsCovering the bright skies Burying angels in their celestial prisonsAnd holding my eyes from the starsWe're just atomsOn the eve of every new dayBut sometimes...I just can't feel itLike the world kept spinningAnd hid a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/550987/ Everything is a reflection of my thoughtsReflecting upon everything around them,Revolving like doors without endRendering me a simple vessel Like debris in orbit,I can’t tell if it’s I who control my mindOr my mind who controls I,But never a power str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/547359/ I hung up the phone slowly,And sat down on the splintered wooden benchesOut by the weathered green statue,Surrounded by flowers,And under a cloudless May sky. The phone clicked shut,Creaking a little bit like it always did,And I watched the ground to see If I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/544215/ Nostalgia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/540778/ Had the imagery stuck in my head for a while now, figured I'd get it out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/540215/ This just... happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/540054/ Just thinking about home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/540049/ Worked for 30-something hours one weekend, felt like this poem got a bigger picture across. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/540045/ Wrote this on the way from NYC back to college in Pennsylvania. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheAdventOf/540043/