http://slow.writerscafe.org/nevyn The original writings of author Mark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775980203 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Introspectiondeceptionsdissectingintentionsmistakes made,without directionI caved. Forgiveness rejectsthe guilty heartedDestroyer of Dreamsleft unguardedlost identity in superficialdaysallowing silenceto fill cavities made. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1477296/ L o v e. . .dreamed   yet   n  e  v  e  r    perceivedE m o t i o n s. . .   b e i n g…Feeding… heart’s   t h  u m p i n g   beat I d e a l i s t i c .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1456307/ A Haiku (thank you April:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1418933/ tried to write a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1418261/ Written for the ‘Picture This’ competition http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Picture-This/50450/ 'an ode to writing poetry' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1415262/ I was once taughtThe greatest    of    st o r i e s …To believe in  ones selfIs to be… trueto   y o u … Over these years..Streams became   rI v e r s …as ground   turned to   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1414063/ Was sitting here..  d r e a m i n g …. anticipating… planning…And  I   wo n d e r e d … who the hell am I…Wanting..willing.. waiting for this day’s..   e n d i n g…Craving&hell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1412610/ Leaves  S c a t t e r e d   from tops  of   sw a y i n g   treesDescendingthen lifted.. by winds   d r i v e n  .. towards change..fluttering    f l o a t i n g  .. in gentle bree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1411778/ L i t t l e   girls with their   f r i l l s  ..and their  l a c e … .. .G a z i n g   inthe mirror.. while  combing   s I l k e n  hair  soooo… .  s w e e t…&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1410469/ Everydays ending…Withheartbeats tripling justfor an hour or two…   iswhen I feel…thesoothing in the sowing,     of growths light glowing Thesetimes I push past..for those  I  live.. Throughdoorway unpredictable as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1407836/ My first time in a boatnot accustomed to the rocking,fearful? no… ..just learning. Seeing  the oarsI wonder…do I face forward to see where I’m going?or face back.. when rowing. Eyes lifting towards the deep sky horizonI r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1406955/ Living, lying, or merely surviving?oppressing progress by continually denying   In the past, taught to ask… Why When Where What How..kids seek.. but answers are subjectivepolitical tape raping control forcing teachers to preach in an arrogant tone… .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1405939/ Thesedays… time’s trials… tears when smiles peterComplications in days ending,Misconceptions in sending,Though heart remains loyal even when out of meter.. Introspection sees misconception and bows to soothe…Low esteem versus the right thing,Seems everything is base.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1402306/ Inthe distance promises sightas hope stretches high above jagged floors,Arms stretched wide with open handsonly looking down to appreciate the fall, Riskingfaith in every stepsmile across lips steals steady pace,New day trembles as footing slipstime is trial this has always been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1401473/ You stopped me as I was walking Asked for the timeSomething about the look in your eyes Made me give you mine,  Trance fixed and watching into distance you’re goneLooking for my watchIs when I realised I was wrong http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1399274/ Tried something different, pressed play on a song, and typed, no plan, no direction, just an experiment... started writing on the first piano keys strike. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1397717/ It annoys me the level of arrogance some take In writing verse and review then deciding to post,But it is in those front pages where I truly decideWhen I read and find that which disgusts me the most.  In the stating of; I have a unique voiceI distinguish my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1396009/ Doubt my reasons forintoxication be it sleep deprivation or inferiority’s frustration undeserving dispositioncausing a lack of consideration forMy astonishing inspirationsuch an endless fascination stuck in floating captivation of intellectual attractionan emotional fixation only i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1392339/ Fruity fizzy not my thing, you can drink it all night without becoming anything other than tipsy Cheap spirits, yeah it’ll get you drunk, with a hangover in the morning screaming “WTF???” But to be presented with the rarest of top shelf, those you only read about… .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1389960/ Downward spiral trodden frequentlyIs now earth beneath my feet,Not falling any more, these days I marchTo the drums of failures beat, Looking up? not interested…Just lazing within these feelings,Pain… no moreJust comfort in my surroundings,Hitting bottom? Nah... Not so muchIt&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1389831/ Gazing through the lens at a mere droplet of H2O, a sharp pang besieges me behind the orb of my eye. Wearied and with eyes sore, I lift myself from the microscope, inadvertently releasing the glass slide, which cascades and shatters upon the unforgiving floor.As I tend to the shards with broom and g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1389213/ I saw you yesterday. for I'm happy nowI smiled and asked how have you been… no longer hateAnd the txt you sent has left me rocking guess your not Baby girl… 12 months spent talking dailyIn depth that can only be experienced through the power oft.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1388754/ So pretty, so sweet, and at 7 already so hard on your selfI encourage you in everything, especially all your ‘impossible’dreamsA French Princess you say? Sure maybe one day, till then,lets learn the languageI try not to get frustrated at when feel your silly, get embarras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1388740/ I see you grow, watching your mind expand, slotting and categorisingthese things that you learnI smile and reflect in that we are so similar, as a tear rollsgently down my cheek,Developing already a strong moral code, smiling at how youprotest when your sister tormentsAnd I hold yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1388734/ Twisting turning withinminds voiceDistortedly focusedjust flittering about,Reams of crunchedpaper littering my floorYet amongst it allnot one finished thought. Numbers on the clockmove slow then skipConsidering now ifI should rewind a little bit,Inst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1388687/ I've seen music added before, just experimenting out of curiosity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1387953/ All blame falls to me hiding in habit formed from routineWhen noticed I would misdirect to stop you from seeing,Keeping myself secret too afraid that I might harmGave you comfort when you felt neglected deceitfully whisperingcalm. I hid from you while in hiding from myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1387930/ 40 revolutions completed today… Thinking about what’s been achieved,A dozen spent believing in magicOne decade asleep in dream,2 by 4 aloneMonths of Sundays indifferent,5 winter's solstice revelling in joy7 years adored within children’s eyes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1387657/ I am no one special, have never claimed to be,No layers to dig,No secretes nor lies,No hidden meanings behind these eyes. I’m Just me. I am not intelligent, though that I would aspire,It’s why I keep getting things wrong,Why I burn dinner eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1387050/ Pm to Am in this time before daylightIs where my voice lives, here amongst no one, Eyes watering before the brightest of whitest glowSlowly dimmed by strokes, splashed in speckled bold black,Piece by piece thoughts travel to contributeSometimes forced, so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1385221/ What happens to poetry when the poets get what they want?Will they write pure joy? Hmmm… maybe..? But who’s going to read? ;) What happens to the Novelist if all our lives became suddenly interesting?I think maybe, just maybe, their tongues might start to rhyme;) .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1383941/ I sit, looking out my window,It’s raining again, so many seasons in these days.Words are falling constant, hitting the glass,Lazily they run unpredictable down the window pain.So many falling in italic font, spoken, thought, typed,Coming together and forming puddles in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1383895/ An attempt at Nonsense for the 'Knock my Seuss off' contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1382995/ Inhibition falls todustFrom the top of cliffsacceptance,In a play of splendourwe danceThroughout thegentle breeze of assurance, Together we’reguided to sleepAs destiny beginsher quest,Revealing a hiddenpathTo stand worthyagainst time’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1382932/ The infidel reads his paper expanding his knowledge of thedaily tripe, reading whom has killed who then turning the page he contemplatesthe value of the dollar.  His wife shesits watching TV taking interest in the make believe lives, falling for the ‘romantic’character who&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1382913/ The naivety of my sensuality,The hypocrisy of my sensitivity,My arrogance towards humanity…. The sweetness of my sole seems to only poor goldAmongst the white light of a solitary nightWhile when amongst company I shun all possibilityThat there are others whom .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1382842/ What is religionBut a restrictionOf one’s ownimagination,Where is peaceIf the quest is withoutPartial submission,What is loveWithout an awarenessOf one’s ownintuition,Where ishappinessIf we allow ourfantasies Fall into delusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1382828/ Rejuvenating illusionssoothe the soulbuyingsorely needed timesunand moon passing shortened dayseachrotation lending credence. Confidenceis such a needy childclingyin its pretencetakeaway its favourite toyitwill sulk in silent treatment.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1380479/ an experiment, for the sake of competition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1377879/ How I need to hate you,Release from this tormented carousel..But I can’t, I’ve tried, so many times I’ve tried…Your roots run deep, embedded within every cellTo rip you out will leave nothing of me; dust falling to theground If only I could hat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1372938/ This was told to me by a friend long ago, different words were spoken, but the meaning hit home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1371439/ A single flame controls my sightWith darkness surroundingShadows gatheringMy eyes open as diluted reflections become me. In moving stillness my vision flickersPeace pulses through my veins  Drawing me withinMelting me into comfort At emptine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1370432/ Another day passesAnother shadow falls,Light in its essence slowly diminishes,Soon darkness will cover us all This thought alone should motivate my soulThe hunger for life and the love in which it feeds My compulsions should multiply by the powers of nine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1370411/ Do you see me;                                                avo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1370401/ A situation arose today that made me doubt the man I thoughtmyself to be…This man who claims his solitude is the result of circumstantialmeetings and shallow greetings, such as the practiced protocol of publicrelations, a victim of society’s sheer numbers and their self-impose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1369934/ Emotional tides,Churning mind,Blind eyes searching wild,I call your name, but you’re not there…Just empty places behind so many facesDo you hide or do I? Search continues,Weeks slip by,Months become tied,Years subside…My hunger deepens,My confidence w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1369551/ Scattered thoughts plague my dayImagined fantasies keep me saneSleep comes to relieve my painReality of day washes sleep awayLeaving scattered thoughts to plague my day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1369542/ Beauty is a question of tasteUgliness a comparison to beautyLove is a taste without comparisonand comparison without taste, bigotry   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1369538/ Reality is fuelFeeding fire born from solitudeEating away at the dreams of youthLeaving man, where beforeA boy once stood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nevyn/1369536/