http://slow.writerscafe.org/FizzyPoet The original writings of author scribblesandsuch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109971 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I walk a godless path.I am not evil.I do not frolic on the boundariesof the underworld, branding children with pentagons.I walk the godless path.But I am good.Good is not synonymous withrighteous. I turn down the outstretchedhands of eager Samaritans, And whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1408557/ When a classroom talks,It’s like a babbling brook,And the indifference for the teacher’s effortsSounds bubbly, but slowly threatens to drown me-Because when I hear our disregard for educationI see the children of another nation,I see the 12 year old girlWh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1408556/ Watch the little girl in the corner.See how she rocks back and forth,Clinging to her shins to stay afloat.She is sinking.I know it. You know it. She knows it.Let a crowd form, so we can all Stand, and watch the young girl in the corner.Yes, let’s all stand here,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406119/ We hide, in the rank dark we hide,Crushed, wet, cold, lonely.So many people, so very lonely,Scared nervous, small, desperate.When will we escape this hell?Hurt, crying, hiding, angry.I hate them, I do- I’ll kill them.But I won’t.Because I am small... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406105/ And as I walk through the long grass,My bare toes squelching in the mud,I remember the thoughts that led me to this place.They were not malicious thoughts, nor were they sad,They were factual. They said,“Here is the place where you will find her,”And find her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406104/ It was only a second, But in that one second,I knew exactly what I needed to know.And I threw the curtain open,And the light beat on my faceLike an ape beats on his chest.I could finally feel the warmth,I could swear my face glowed.It glowed with the strength of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406102/ Before me is a piece of paper, four right angles.Black lines score its surface, parallel to the point ofmockery,Weighed down by the very same words that weigh me down:Career. Career.This weight on my shoulders holds me in the unyieldingwooden chair,And now is the time to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406092/ Bound with sorrow I walk this road,My shoulders strain with this heavy load,I have seen evil, and its face calls to me,I have seen evil, and it cages the free,I have seen evil, as it darkens the sky,I have seen evil, know its truth is a lie,I have seen evil, though its lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406089/ Drip. Drip. Drip.Every sound is a scream in your ear.Drip. Drip. Drip.You’re waiting, patiently.Drip. Drip. Drip.You’ve got all the time in the world.Drip. Drip. Drip.Everything’s fine, as long as you don’t think.Drip. Drip. Drip.Not ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406086/ She grasps outwards, Weak, wrinkled hands slowed with ageFail to catch the nebulous wisp of a memory.The disappointment roars but will soon fade,You cannot miss what you do not know. Though there are no restraints, though there are no bars,She is bound to this pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1406084/ At home it’s safe,That’s what they say,But for them it’sjust another way,To tease me and hurt me,To send me my tears,To message new threats and mail me new fears,They call me names, they all get rough,Carrying on when I’ve had enough,Hidi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405722/ It’s an assignment from school:Write about a current affair,News is at ten, can check the headlines- A good summary of the world’s suffering,With celebrity fiascos and sports mixed in.The newsreader’s talking about that imaginary place,Third world countr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405709/ Cut it up, change its shape,Mix and match or leave it the same,Sew this bit, hem this bit,Drape here, gather here,Cut this bit, hide this bit,Stretch this bit, lift this bit.There.Completely different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405707/ Cascade.Running free, like a stallion,Gushing over rock and stone,                                    &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405706/ Left to lie in shattered pieces,Excruciating pain that never ceases,That is why it’s excruciating.We are broken plaything, left to lie,Lying on glass, staring blankly at sky,There are no stars.The wind is singing our lives away,We lie there, broken, they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405704/ As the walls close in, my heart starts to beat,Always trapped, though seemingly free,Take me away, to the cool, crisper air,Let me wash the smoke and filth from my hair,And lead me to a pool, reflective and deep,A place where Time has gone to sleep,For in the purity, ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405702/ A breath I give to you,Appreciate it.It may be your last.And don’t waste itOn complaints and wishes in the sky.This breath may be your very last.One exhalation and it’s gone.Gone further than you or I might ever go.Do not wait here, thinking of how to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405699/ There are no chains, but I cannot move,The door is wide open, but I cannot leave,No one’s waiting, no one’s there,But how do you escape from yourself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405697/ What is a memory?It is the whisper in your ear, the story in your mind,The dark little fragment that no one will ever find,It is the never-ending chase,The thing you can’t escape,Sweet dreams that suddenly turn,While through your mind, memories burn,Past and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FizzyPoet/1405694/