http://slow.writerscafe.org/Z0MBiiE The original writings of author Harley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009855 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 [Imitation of "When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be" by John Keats] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1699642/ I built this ship to sink.Like foundations built on sand,I wash away; every passing tideAnd I am losing part of myselfTo the ever-ebbing flow of change.I cast a lure with no bait,I grasp at tumbling straws,I cup my hands ever-tighter,And still the sand trickles away.Tediously, I change, and I wait.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1699637/ Just another Wednesday:Wake up and eat four pillsfor breakfast, maybe someyogurt on the side, too.Go to work and it's justanother day, cleaningscreens and arguing someopinion of something.The definition of this life has been renewedto a single cell andthey don't care for it much.Go to poetry class a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1699633/ I listen to your silenceAnd keep my own lips shut.I bite my tongue, a kindness;And calm, I remain, somewhat.You spill out an apologyAnd I cannot help but laugh.I feel no apathy;Nothing but this stinging wrath.You finally decide to leave:Please just stay away.Your eyes do nothing but deceive.Another .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1218741/ It is typical as our story begins, as I am staring, wide-eyed, at your arrival. I have never met you before, and as I flick my eyes down and back up along your body, I wonder how to breathe again. I am sitting, cross-legged and closed-off, on our mutual friends’ futon and I wonder if I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1218736/ “I love you.”I am proud of myself as I turn on my heel and walk in the opposite direction, as my voice did not tremble with my statement, even if my hands have decided differently. I take a very deep, shaking breath in through my nostrils and realize that I can still smell you on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1218734/ I held the door open for him, peering out of the corner of my eye as he passed me. My stomach was twisting into an ever-tighter ball of nerves as I quietly shut the door behind me. "So, ah, this is my apartment. My humble little abode."I spoke with only a small quiver at the end as I locked th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1218732/ You feel nothing.Sure, you’ve got thatgrimace carefully posed with your lips, and that grimy, sweaty expression thatplainly says “I’m going to throw up.” You’ve got your hand holding your stomachand that wide-eyed terror holding open your eyes just right. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1167295/ The sky is full of my regrets:Each star, a lone mistake;Each constellation, a lie;Each planet, a quick judgement;Each shining nebula, a waste of time;Each galaxy, a lifetime I have pretended to live.A backdrop for Every single tear I've cried.And here I am, aloneIn my single solar system.With nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1163092/ I'll write these wordsWith you in mind;And pour out these feelingsBefore I let go, or findAnother pair of arms To lay in; entwined.Gently I'll kiss those lips.Love, maybe, I'll find,Or maybe just some reflection.Fingertips down my spineAnd with a shiver, or aRegret, I'll finally cut our time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1163083/ The dead have come:Their corpses rotting,Like slime to the touch.Gaping mouths and gaping wounds,Blood in an ever-pouring ooze.The dead have come:Surrounding the house,A massive horde of flesh.Groaning desperately forTheir guttural need, meshed.The dead have come:Waiting for your next mistake.Brain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1156218/ I stumbled and fellThrough adolescence;With a shiverOr a sigh,I went onWith my life.And now I lookTo fallen skiesAnd fallen dreams;To desperate liesAnd wonder howTo continue on...Do I stumble?Or do I fall?Do I pick myselfUp and carry on?Or do I cryAnd simply resolve?These problems, I made;These trus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1156199/ The blood's on the walls:To Hell with proper protocol.Let it soak in through the floorsAs I study your wounds; edges coarse.Dip two fingers into your skull,Emptier than a new ship's hull.The taste of revenge is sweet on my lipsAnd I smile as I think of this:Never again will you walk this EarthAnd ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1153739/ Trust is kind of fickleWhen all you do is make believe.And while our lives may be simple,It's still so hard to watch you leave.I may try to cling to this,But I know it's over now.My hugely painted-over blissIs martyred by my scowl.It's hard to watch you leave,Harder to watch you go.This up-hill batt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1149854/ Lace my fingers with yours,And peer behind those orbs.Search for reality, or maybe illusion.Try and figure out if our love is delusion.Capture your sweet, soft lips;Trace you with my fingertips.Allow myself to see the love I seekAs our minds and bodies meet.Reach for you so that I may seeMy delusive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1149853/ You told me to take your hand,And never be afraid again.But here I am,Scared of all the things we did;Afraid to move forward,But afraid to step back.Please let me take your hand.Let me look into your eyesAnd see the peace I seek.Let me give you this broken heartAnd feel the love I need.Afraid to mov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1149851/ Kisses sweeter than my addictionWith emotions tangled in an affliction;Wide russet eyes meet my ownWith a message of "Yes, go on?"Lips softer than a feather's touchWith a quick blood rush;A deep wonder fills my eyesWith watching of your sweet demise.To see you confused, in wonderWith your eyes scann.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1146511/ Physical immortality is but a hoax: Only a soul can live on forever. Bodies may speak, but in ways verbose; Souls, though silent, guide you through every endeavor. Invest your love, invest your life, They are one and the same. A body may decay with strife, But a soul cannot be co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1138329/ I dreamed a dream so sweet,I knew it to be false.My head on your chest,Our fingers entwined,Your painted canvas colored with the dawn.Flesh on flesh,Russet to ocean blue.Our lips met, softest silk,A shiver started, a heat spread...Be still, my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1126235/ I stand atop this star lit bridgeTaking my last breaths,Inhaling in the smell of youThrough my memories, And I can almost feel you here.The scruff of beard on my clavicle,Your lips against my throat.I draw in a quivering breath,Smell your ocean brine muskAnd your sweet, minty balm.I tremble, your fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1126225/ Real-life feelings mixed with a dream. Completely non-sense since I wrote it on less than an hour of sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1122517/ I wanted to touch him, very plain and simple. I wanted to run my shaking hands across his clavicles as I traced his neck with my tongue. I wanted to graze my teeth across his lips and draw blood. I wanted to go down on him and swallow him whole.I wanted to throw him down and f**k him senselessly.I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1096426/ A stolen kiss, not too soon,Stole my heart away 'fore noon,And as I watched, 'neath the floors,I see your body open mind's doors.To you I pause, and to you I reachAs I meet your eyes and lose all speech.In these pools I'm melting, amazedThat such adoration has struck my days.And in your ear, I whisp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/1095320/ A poem I had to write for English, not my best work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/688608/ Yeah, yeah, I know... I just have a lot of poems stored away, I swear! Here's another one, my last one for awhile, promise. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/649648/ Just another poem I've had stored away for awhile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/649601/ Based on a dream I had. This isn't meant to impress, but I liked it and wanted to remember this piece, so here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/649594/ A writing prompt by another website. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/576561/ A life taking flight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/564656/ Romance and lies lead to a purgatory life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/564482/ A Whitman-inspired poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/553995/ A randomly inspired poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Z0MBiiE/553530/