http://slow.writerscafe.org/cad The original writings of author cad en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The wet leavesBarely cover the yellow linesLining my dingy curb.In this light everything seems black, white and greyExcept for my yellow lines.Lucky you found a parking space. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/648087/ Soon I shall be blindAnd see only youThrough the colourless haze,Repeating the parting mistsIn your descent.You shall never returnTo the mist,But catch blindnessAnd colour our ascentAs I keep you from fallingInto the wilderness,Only to emerge from another. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/613344/ Regulars sit around the barDiscussing the same old rubbish.Not-so-regulars sit around tablesDiscussing abstract, notional rubbish.Staff wander around working non-stopDiscussing small talk rubbishWith the regulars and the not-sos.A dog wanders aroundLooking for a crispBarking sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/597424/ I'll tell youIf I find forgiveness in the sandBefore I, too, erode awayOn the shore.Don't expect me soon:I still have much to learn.The waves crash against the stones beneath my feet.No sand yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/591251/ When I go back to schoolI disappearAnd a vacuum replaces me.Ignored by all I sit and stand,Abhorred by my surroundings.I try to speak,My words come outAnd your blank faces show me I've achieved nothing.Thank you, friends, for ignoring me so.I'll never forget it,You already have. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/589394/ If I become a t-shirtI shall read "I used to be a human being"And be bought by "rebels".If I become a pair of trousersI shall carry itching powder in the crotchAnd be bought by "idiots".If I become a shoeI shall squeak even when not being wornAnd be bought then persistently worn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/588344/ All our time together feels like a dream.Every kiss,Every sunblessed squeeze in the park,Every voracious shagNow seems as if some unfinished memoir of my former self.You feel like a distant memory.After so much (so little) timeI cannot believe you were once mineOr that you are wait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/588340/ "Open your legs.""No!""Oh come on, I haven't got all day."She insisted further against him, all in vain. She knew what would happen, knew there was no escape, knew exactly. She'd been told by her best friend three weeks previously."Open them. Now!"No reply. Simply a clenching of the knees... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/572443/ I need to die. All my life I’ve known that I was put on this Earth to leaveit sometime, someplace, somehow, someone. I’m not anyone yet. For now I remain no one and no one I shall be for a time tocome. I walked into town this mornin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/569996/                 Onone particular Tuesday morning in the mid-90s (no one really knows the date -all those present have refused interview… a shame since this is a work offiction) something happened. Well, to be honest, I’m sure things hap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/554355/ “But…that can’tbe right!” spewed Wilhelm as he sprayed half of his scone all over the gratedfloor of the ShadowStorm X 5-door, 3-and-a-half-wing space cruiser.             “I’mafraid it is completely correct, Mr Fry, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/553047/ Wilhelm comes into existence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/553046/ Somewherein the deepest, darkest parts of eastern Ursa Minor sits a man on a lawn chair,smoking a pipe on a warm yet breezy summer’s day, rocking from side to side inhis bowler hat and trying to read War& Peace upside-down back-to-front for the third time this morning. Oneway in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/550778/ A novel I'm in the process of writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/550777/ I was bored today in class and asked a friend to give me something on which I could write a poem and he said SHM (simple harmonic motion - a part of mechanics in maths and physics) so here it is! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/550712/ Squeak.Just a little one.Squeeeeeak.That was bigger.Squish,Squash,Slickle.I made that one up.Splish,Splash,Splosh:Watery goodness.Squelch.Slurp.SHHH!Why do they all start with "s"?Maybe that's why I chose them?Do they make you think of a mess?Let's hope nobody knows them.Or shows them.Or flows them?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/544925/ A girl I used to likeJust passed me on the train.I don't like her anymore.It's not how much make-upOr how many eager boysShe smears across her face every day.It's not that we never talkedOr that when she heard I liked herShe laughed.It's not that it's been a yearSince I r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/544107/ Incomplete:Stripped of my wingsI'm grounded -Flightless.The nocturnal voidCannot compareTo my empty arms.I sought no releaseFrom your chainsYet was granted bitter freedom:No release for the enchanted.Soon is not yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/543435/ Blankness,an emptysea of whitesave forone thing:a shadow,a spectre,thesilhouette of a thoughtwaiting,justwaiting.It spreads,blockingout all light untilthere isnothing but that one entityconsumingthe endless room.The spacedarkens,a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542673/ She walked,unaware of everything which surrounded her; unaware of the sitting statuestaring sideways at her; unaware of the three shadowy figures waiting for herat the other end of the misty walk down which she was treading. She was evenoblivious to the fact that she was walking under an umb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542668/ He lay restless, but all the time sleeping.The agony was constant, and even while he was dreaming of a better place he wasaware of it. He never chose to sleep, but was always fainting from exhaustion,often soon after waking. Sometimes he thought he could hear footsteps, orpeople talking in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542665/ Hecame from nowhere.Hehad no hat, no coat, no shoes.Hehad nothing.Heknew no one and no one knew him. Heslept nowhere.Hehad no blanket, no pillow, no things at all.Hehad nothing.Hecouldn’t find sleep and sleep couldn’t find him.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542662/ Throughout all his life and travels he hadnever seen anything so beautiful as what lay in front of his eyes now. Hereached out to touch it but was blocked by a watery barrier. He couldn’t stopstaring. He was overtaken by his own reflection. Narcissus was in love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542660/ Lying aloneNakedCurled up into a ball:Your eyes weeping silently into your pillow;Your lip quivering, longing to be stroked;Your body shivering, but not because of the cold;Your toes clenching, holding on for dear life;A tearFalls:Caressing your cheek,Stroking your neck,Traversing your breast,Fallin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542658/ I wish Icould rememberThe exactlength of your eyelashes,Or theangle at which your hairCurves whenyou wake upNext to me,Or figureout the equation of your smile. I wish Icould rememberThe feel ofyour skin against mineOr thesmell of your breath i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542654/ A pianostands in an empty roomWaitingIngrandeur. Stringstaut to resonate,Hammerspoised to fall. Seen onlyby a ray of dusty sunlight,No stoolshelters beneath its cool ivory.  Not evenpiano -Pianissimo:Silent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542641/ I saw a manin an orange jumpsuit today,Walkingslowly but as if he were runningAgainst thehoards of peopleFlowing inthe other direction, The orangejumpsuit sticking outAgainst thework suits, every one a different shade of grey,Like an adultfilm store:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542129/ I love yourbirthday suit.Not quite asuit though is it?More like your birthday lack-of-suit.That’s evenbetter.Do youstill have it?You should wear it on your next birthday. You’d lookgreat in the Emperor’s new clothes.They mightbe a bit bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542128/ She holdsthe apple close to her moist, quivering lips,Smellingits rich, bittersweet beauty.Mon amour " je t’adore.Herglistening teeth pierce the fruit’s skinAnd plungeinto its shining breast.Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi.Her tongue caresses the tender cuis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542127/ If you have arms use them to hold me,If you have lips use them to kiss,If you have a brain use it to think of meAnd if you have a heart use it to love.If you have hands use them to touch me,If you have a voice to say my name,If you have a pen use it to write of me,But if you have nothing I'll love y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542126/ She stepsinto place,Her heartbeating faster than ever before.She thinksof her loves,Impatientlywaiting out there for her,Hidden fromher view.She seesthe light changeAndsuddenly she can see,But isblinded by the glare.Her mindgoes blankAnd all she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542125/ She lieson her back,Writhing:A perfectsight. Heappreciates her soft, innocent beauty,As thelast in the world,Clingingtight. In a briefmoment of gloryShe feelsat peace.In alingering moment of claritySheremembers the lies,The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542124/ The doorbell rangRed; harsh against the soft,Green mist of the traffic outside.She got up, herchair creakingViolet in herears, and walked to the door,Herfootsteps echoing in light silver.She turned the yellow latch;The door showed herthe bright white scree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542123/ The dropletthat ran over your shoulderAnd downyour spineLeft asilver train behind,The slug ofwater. It wasn’training -Was it atearTearingacross your skin?Some symbolof sorrowSorrowfullysymbolising someStrangestrain on the senses?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cad/542122/