http://slow.writerscafe.org/WTFwriter The original writings of author Ian Faraway en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990555 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've been away for years because I had nothing to write. All I had were things I've long since written about. All I had was a pen full of ink, and a blank page before me. I try to sort it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/2145772/ A story of facing yourself and who you may or may not be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1874780/ She watchesover me like a divine protectorHer dark eyesglowing with fascinationFrom a shadowydistance; my own spectreShe lurksaround me like preyBut protectsme as though I am part of her Though Ishould hate herMy heart longsfor her touchTo feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1838864/ They say if you can't add valueTo the life of a woman you may loveThen you should admire her from afarSo I doI admire her passionAnd her captivating eyesWhen they briefly fall on meLike my heart's assassinHer beauty like a goddessConfidence like a warriorCompassion like a nunThe differences between .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1836724/ Sometimes those ideas just won't come out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1810526/ Sometimes, it's just hard to write about thoughts and feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1810519/ There's a stereotype for everything. Including men. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1746564/ Carefree; high aboveFloating lazily through the skyJust going where the wind carries itSeeming content in it's existenceIt has no need to hurryNo concept of timeOr places it needs to beIt simply is and nothing more"We're going to be late"Snapping me out of the momentOne last glance upwards, I realiz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1746561/ I hate the feeling of my heartPounding ferociously against my chestI don't notice most of the timeOnly when I am still and listeningIt vibrates my very beingLike thunder ripping through meIt's maddeningThat in those pulsing momentsI begin to wonder"Is this even real?"My heart drums on with strengthS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1746557/ Maybe Part 1? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1709783/ A friend of mine just recently got dumped by her fiance of 6 years and I created a poem to kind of help me to help her, I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1701170/ I wrote this after reading a little bit into what a "spiritual journey" is all about. It's not as easy as everyone seems to think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1700826/ I've been writing for what seems like forever. It's been the only way I could effectively communicate with people in comparison with speaking. However, it seems everyone is progressing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1700820/ Eyes are drawn to thewindowsThe break of these bland, confining wallsTeasing me with itsfreedomSun shines down onthe treesBlue sky looks openand endlessWhereas this empty room feels smallBlocking off such dreams of freedomI guess I am a bird .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1518415/ A fun little poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1453754/ A reflection on today's societies and expectation of gender roles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1440191/ Take this, my fragile heartBeating erratically against my chestCovered in blood and bruisesFrom all the times I've loved"Love"I shudder at such a cruel thingSomething so beautiful, so destructiveShould I carve the names of those responsibleOnto the wall of my heart's chamber?Among those listed shall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1426554/ I am the writerAnonymous to allI am a face to themA face among trillionsBut I am amongst a group of fewFor when I have a penI become a scribe of allSee the truth of todayTo save tomorrow's fateWords spoken merely fadeWhile the writer remains eternalBut is never known Know me not by nameNor by f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1403115/ Attempting a new format here so bear with me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1400570/ Hear ye! Hear ye! The Poet is dead! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1377734/ What happens when you meet a woman who knows you but you don't know them? What happens when you don't remember but your soul knows everything? Take a journey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1370193/ A trip to a therapist's office brings up uncomfortable memories that makes David feel reluctant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1366455/ Walking among the grassThe moon hovering high aboveLighting my way into the woodsAs I made my way to the lake withinWhen I drew closer stillSmall blue particles floated roundWhispering intangible words in my earsAs I passed by to reach the lake withinThe grass thickened aroun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1363788/ Thereare brief moments when everythingOnmy shoulders presses down with its full mightTheweight of every situation that passes me byShowsmy weak framed soul no mercyAndtears will unwillingly come to my eyesButI hold fastForthese tears, to me, are weaknessButthey're also .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1359293/ I wish I could writeIn such a way that leaves the audienceAngry that my piece had an endingEvery wordEvery sentenceWould paint a picture in their mindsAs if they were there in my little worldEvery heart throbbing emotionWould tear through the readerMaking them tear with sadnessOr cry out in joy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1351925/ He's the passenger beside meOne hand on the wheelRefusing to leave me beHe rides with an eerie appealA shadow body and red eyes to seeHe's always riding shotgunAnd he's enjoying the rideAlthough he hates the sunHe's become my closest, and only, allyBecause there's no where to runOn a day where the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1349575/ Dreams are awindowInto our ownsubconsciousIt shows useverythingOur fearsOur desiresThings we blockfrom our mindsCome to ourattention in our dreamsMy dreams cameto meIn the shape ofa womanWho made me feelat peaceWhose smilewarmed my cold heartThe perfectw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1342974/ If a woman is brokenThere is a man who wants to helpHe's sad when she's sadHe'll hold her until the painFades away like a memoryHe'll pick up the piecesAnd spend the timeTo put the fragile piecesBack together until she's wholeHe'll whisper to her"No one will hurt you anymore"As she falls asleepIn hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1337284/ Join me in the dark abyssDominating my mindFind me, help meResurrect meBe my guiding lightIn my darknessHold me, love meResurrect the goodWarm the cold I feelExpanding in my heartSave me, have meResurrect what's leftI look outwardTo realize there's no oneTo love me, hold meNo oneTo resurrect me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1337281/ I am oneIf not in piecesUnknown to this worldAnd lost from mine sightI am nothingIf not a voidFilled with lost desireAnd hatred for the sameI am everythingIf not a dreamerColored visions of loveAnd longing from mineI am anywhereIf not nowhereThe tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1336058/ Failure is never easy. In fact, I can safely say that after all my own mistakes and failures in my own life, that it always takes a toll. But I think the toll comes from wanting something to happen so badly that you dream about it and when you're not dreaming, you're thinking about it. That failure .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1331500/ For an assignment for American Lit, I had to write a poem in the style of E.E. Cummings. Lemme know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1324276/ What does it meanWhen you wake up in the morningAnd just force yourself back to sleepBecause you know without a doubtThat the dream will be better than lifeWhat does it meanWhen you feel your eyes start to waterBut tears don't fall down your cheekBecause you don't want the world to seeJust how broke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1323040/ It's hard to tell if what I dreamIs even a dream or nightmare anymoreI cry on the inside moments before they comeAnd wake up feeling almost empty insideSo if I dream a dream tonightDoes that mean everything's okOr is it just my mind being sympatheticKnowing I will spend my day in self loathingThough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1320135/ All these friends around meThe love and the joy I try to giveBut none will see the pain in my eyesFor I trust no one, not even my friendsOf the troubles that disagreeWith past mistakes that won't forgiveEating at me till I meet my demiseWhen all the grief and sadness endsI want to speak up, I doBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1317474/ Main Characters:David StoneJessica ChaseSetting:New York CityPart? Apartment?Plot:A woman is killed in the middle of night on the way home from work by a stolen car. (Cont.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1298763/ I ask this because I'm not sure if I am. Don't get me wrong, I love deluding myself into thinking I am but I haven't exactly reached my mindset to break free from the chains that bind me. Why? I have no idea. It's like I see my goal, want it, but just can't get my fear of failure away from me. I kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1289569/ I must admitThat I am scaredOf the eerie silenceThat echoes in the darknessOf my houseDoes it matterThat my heart racesMore with the silenceMaking the darkness seem biggerIn my mindI must admitThat I see thingsThat leaves me unsureIf I actually saw anything at allIn the nightShadows will crawlAlong .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1285299/ Correction of the mistakes I've made http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1275328/ David Stone and Jessica Bennett are on the case. Detectives David Stone and Jessica Bennett pick up a case where the victim is killed with a rare poison. Soon after, more bodies start dropping. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1267466/ Cold raindrops fell from the heavensAs I rose from the ashesOf my own destructionWhy did I live while others have died?How did I find the will rise from the grave?I caused my own demiseI set everything I once knew on fireAnd watched as my foundations fellA black fog blocked out the sunAnd ash slowly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1260202/ A lot on my mind tonight, I guess. Advice or thoughts on all this is fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1256389/ Darkness starts to creep into my headWhen the day is now nightAnd I lay down to rest on my bedExhausted to the point of paralysisBut I'm not asleepNever AsleepSilence seems to taunt me endlesslyDangling my past as I try to drift awayInto a deep sleep ever so desperatelyImages flash through my head o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1252577/ An introduction of our two con men in NYC http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1224652/ A con man is caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was on the job when gun shots rang out. Now he has NYPD and the FBI on his tail as he rushes against time to find the real killer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1223296/ I can understand being cursedOr punished by the GodsFor the bad I've endorsedAnd allowed to steer me for so longBut to put such beauty near meJust to have it fade awayAfter a moment of being happyMakes me heart sick with the bluesSomeone I could truly loveSomeone who can make me betterSomeone who wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1221165/ Dear future self,It's me in the pastAnd I just have to askHave you acknowledged the pain on the shelf?I know it's been hardBecause I was there for all of itAs people chopped you to bitsForcing you to be on your guardDid you ever let it down?Enough so someone could get inAnd help you forgive your own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1218207/ I surrenderTo the reality of changeWe must bend to itAs flowers must bend to windIt isn't always beautifulBut it is inevitableI surrenderTo the illusions of loveWe must bathe in itAs nature baths in the sunIt isn't always prettyBut it is inevitableI surrender To the truth of myselfI must come one wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1217731/ I'm sort of a hypocrite on some accounts but I still notice these things. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1216586/ You might look at me and think me strangeLike there's some sort of illness in meSpreading its way in my mind making me derangedMaybe your right and I lost myselfAnd the monster in me is starting to biteBut its only because you couldn't keep to yourselfNow I'm caving to what you made me out to beWith.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WTFwriter/1214319/