http://slow.writerscafe.org/crimsonwoad The original writings of author Crimson_Woad en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185190 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Beingproud of something is nothing to be proud ofNot whatyou carry, what trophies you win or who you loveFor youhave less of a blimp in this universe and this timeYour lifecan go quicker than a toss of the dimeSurvivingdoesn't make you better than the deadOne dayyou'll end up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1432169/ Getting upin the dark, in the cold of the nightShadowslengthen to the dim computer lightI'msitting typing my heart away on the keysBecause ifI stop, I will surely freezeLyrics andsongs crossing through my mindSpewing indifferent ways, what will I find?Memoriesdredged fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1430897/ Hueymy inspiration, you sing in timeThebass riff in your songs, like a chimeSaxophoneputting the savvy in crimeAndyour music, oh your music, so fineIread the News today, a paper in my handFoundout you were sued, and you were damnedGhostsfrom the past, throwing out san.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1430352/ Waiting for AutumnAutumn in the South isn't here just yetBut she and I have made this little betIf I live my time through the SpringAnd the heat Summer to bringShe will court me into her armsWhile I sing her these comforting psalmsMy soul warms to her presenceJust imagining her malevolenceBut for no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1429803/ Genseric the Vandal is not a very common topic among great leaders and men of the Middle Ages. His story however is legendary, despite being very violent. Genseric was King of the Alans and the Vandals from 428 to 477, and being the founder of the Vandal Kingdom, he rose a Germanic tribe to a major .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1429042/ A poem I wrote about the geckos that seem to own the house - the tick part of the poem is the noise they make... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1428981/ Reality so GrimI can't descibe the things that I'm feelingAs my life falls apart like orange peelingsNothing seems to be looking up in this madnessBlindness and emotions cannot overcome the sadnessThe nights are darker than they should beSo dark, it would be a miracle if I could seeDrinking so much .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1428805/ Sounds of the NightThe sounds of the nightThe critters of the darkThe hoot of an owlThe dog that barksScream of the batsScreech of the bandicootDrill of the mosquito wingsSilent snake slithering in my bootCrack of the steely branchesSwish of the wind in the treesThe sounds are everywhereYet you cann.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1428497/ Writing BlockI cannot think of the words to describe the block I faceIt feels like the concussion of a brutal knock of a maceAll I want is the words to flow from my fingertipsRather than look blankly and bite my lower lipNothing seems fair in this stinge of uninspirationEven the walks don't seem to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1426397/ HAIKUwater, sink, echotap tap, drip drip, hot and coldhydration calm cool(7 - 5 - 7)cove crystal wind sandblue clear relaxationalsilent sea fresh sun(7 - 5 - 7)brown hardwoodcreeky, stable shapewall, door, floor(3 - 5 - 3)fan dust dirtswitchboard electricalrotation(3 - 5 - 3) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424623/ Running into MyselfRunning into myself, sitting on the wall Now I hit the mirror, I am on the floor Crack, smash, shatter, slash Reflection into pieces on the ground Spinning around and around All I know is I am down on the ground 7 years bad luck is with me Now I must live with the consequence Figh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424158/ Okay this is the beginning of my poems that I will place up here exclusively. The last poems on here have been posted elsewhere (*cough* *cough* facebook) and have been written from 2012 onwards. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424157/ Unfinished Dragon Themed PoemScales that blind the sightThe great wings of mightEyes like photon lasersWisdom and mind amazesBreath of fire and deathA destructive force and messTalons of steel bladesA legend that never fadesFor you can imagine wagonsHushed inn stories with flagonsIf you listen and y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424076/ The title says it all (warning if you are religious) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424070/ I wrote this (I also had the Alice Copper song in my head as I did it) when I was drunk....enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424069/ These are the ones I didn't finish; feel free to use them to make your own if you want (I personally don't mind) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424062/ Going Down the Linegoing down the line hoping it will be fine got to let me be free you acting all cool but your only a fool or can't you really see? you tell me what you think but i'd rather sink just let me be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424060/ Sick on a SundaySick on a sunday Woozy in the head Felt so damn bad I should've stayed in bed Fluids running through My nose like a tap I had to get up No one could sleep through that My eyes are groggy Haven't really slept This ain't any sunday It was nothing i expect Coffee i had drunk M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424058/ Land it Shroudsmurky weather coming over the horizon where the wind blows and clouds darken trees crack and creek pushed by the force whipping mercilessly without any remorse a sinister moonlight peeking through cloud a silvery and mystical with the land it shrouds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424057/ Hangover PoemSick in the head I wish i was dead The pain in the guts It really really suck Had a little too much drink Now i lay over the sink I can't stay awake Kill me for heavens sake Drinking it straight Which lead to my fate Drowning the sorrows Won't help me tomorrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424056/ One Way Train I'm on a one way train In the night, in the rain I can't save myself from falling Nor will it do any good calling I got nothing left as I look back This town is something I can lack How it made my life distraught Hating every single thought Never loved this town All it did is make me d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424054/ In My SorrowsI feel like drowning In my sorrows Complaining about yesterdays In the time of tomorrows I just wish everything Would fade Everyone is holding hearts Yet i'm holding the spades I can't get out of the cyclone It spins too fast  I need a lifeline One that can outlast So i look down B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424051/ The Future is Still DarkEmotions in a bottle Bursting to be free I'm on the edge of sanity Can't you see? Flying over the mountains My mind is across the ocean Brighter than candlelight Faster than a locomotion The future is still dark But I don't really care For Churchill said To win you must dare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424049/ A Quiet BirdNothing to bother them Living life as they please They must think little of us As they flutter through the breeze The pigeons in the attic room They flutter overhead, unseen Talking amongst themselves Asking one another, where they'd been They fill the world with harmony Even in pain, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424048/ No Light in our HistorySometimes I look away from the human race Looking what we done; to ourselves a disgrace The rich get richer and the poor get poorer No light in our history, darkened by war Are we fighting to prove to what is above Who taught us to respect and love Is it so hard to accept and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424046/ Darkness that FloodsDarkness that floods my thoughts It comes and goes Sometimes I can't tell who Is friend or foe Alone in my empty space Can't hear me cry What's there to exist about Any point to try No motivation or love gained Frozen of my feeling My depression; the internal war Emotions that ke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424044/ Quietly in the BayThe wind blew quietly in the bay where the sea gulls squawked and dolphin's played the sun slowly rising to great us morn' to tell us that a new day is born ripples form across the calm salty water making the reflection wither and faulter the trees are many freshing the air mind cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424043/ Time is WildI used to know you A friend of mine We grew older Those days were another time Shared the old days All now distant memories Once a mate Now strangers we see We could be friends again But it wouldn't be the same Time is wild Something you just cannot tame http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424042/ I Won't CryTake a look and see There's more or less to me Perhaps a strange person But judge me makes it worser Am i the fool to take pity Should i have been crude and witty? Some are naive and minds are closed doors Maybe you can be different and open yours Don't worry me if you don't try I am stro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424040/ Black ShadesBlack shades Over winter blinds Can't see in darkness What will I find? Dirty women Dirty minds Wishing burning hell To those unkind If I'm going to die Let death bind With black shades Over winter blinds... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424038/ Finite InstructionsFinite instructions To an endless mind A type of self destruction Words dicatated by unseen A mistrustful society Was this what it has always been? Rules and the control To push those without It really takes it's toll I'm bounded by those lies Always wanting to spread my wings Jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424037/ Sometimes Up/DownSometimes i'm up Sometimes i'm down Sometimes i'm smiling Othertimes i'll frown Sometimes i'll win Sometimes i'll lose Sometimes i'll pick Othertimes i'll choose You might think this Is a waste of time At least it's something And it rhymes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424035/ The Chains are ImaginaryI cannot be free from my imprisonment, my mind Corners and unforgiving halls of shame i can find. I am trapped to my fears, believe the lies i say to myself The chains are imaginary, yet breaking them is real. One direct path, with twists and turns and greywash Who can save m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424034/ Burn the RubberMaking money off the stupid Railway sleepers, gulliable men The government is controlled Wars to which we all send Burn the rubber and the blades Making a livin off the lives They're making a joke on hell As they're taking those bribes Countries that tell you are born well Body counts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424033/ Sitting at the CrossroadSitting at the crossroad Carrying the chip in my shoulder From carrying the heavy loads Take it from me it's not right A cruel dark fantasy and reality Place far from the light Where you are alone Your skin is crawlling And cold sweeping in your bones Fog clouds the eyes Dist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424030/ Drowning in SocietyPretending the world is on my shoulders Falling through the cracks If I keep sticking to this pathway It's gonna break my back Dragging my soles across the pavement Staring at the cold pillar streetlights Thinking of the things I have and the things I want Now it's almost night Mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424028/ A Persona?Am i falling asleep Or waking up Am i dreaming Or realising reality Things and objects They seem so real Yet when i touch them The sensation is just a thought Hot, cold, hard, soft Is it just my imaginationA persona?A holographic projection? Do i believe i am here Is substance what i amA b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1424026/ Gums in the WindGums in the wind Cracking and swaying Perhaps a bit violent But just saying River under the bridge Where the bed is the floor Parts flow in and out Like an imaginary door A country is a illusion Borders imaginary lines When there was no "land" Just more better times See this way Walk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423553/ Least I Triedwhat i seeis what i percievenow tell me whyi should believe?lies have been toldto young and oldyet you cry a seanothing now to holdguilt mongers are yousaying everything is truebitten once, folly twicewhat am i suppose to dolonesome i crybut i won't trust your liefind myself withinif i .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423549/ Standing at the BackStanding at the back Where I've always been Always watching quietly Never to be seen Who am I here The wall in the frame? Will I spread my wings Or will I stay the same? I'm standing on the outside Looking from far away What do you want me to do What do you want me to say In the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423548/ Death - Love - Trusttwo sides to every coinyet the one you see is youhow do we trust each otherwhen you can't see what's truei am who i am and i am okaywhy do you find that hard to acceptdominos falling one by onemy head is flying quick like a fighter jetare you the you i knewhow can i tell with all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423545/ Another Rain PoemThe rain is pouring outsideA feeling of relaxing soundsIt's a wonderful feelingHearing it all aroundThe continous natural audioWhat a time to restFor nothing is like rainOn a tin roof (it's the best)Not warm sticky humid weatherBut cool refreshing dropsA welcome sign from the farmer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423541/ Ode to my Pillowwithout a pillowit's not a bedmuch like lifewithout it, it's deadode to my pillowsoft and the bestgood after a long daywhere my head restssome are firm alsothat i won't denyif i lose my pillowi would break down (and cry)so ode to my pillowall the times we've hadyou are like a friendt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423539/ Drown me into the AbyssusDrown me into the abyssusLet me suffer the consequenceThe time, the place, it seemsIt seems so dark so intenseI tried to stay above and triedYet I found myself drowning to lustWest, east, north and southGot to find the right direction is a mustIt's a long way off from the sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423538/ Love for the Rainfloating in the airblanketing the skygreat and bighow do you fly?black or whitealso greyyou are amazingwhat can i say?humid in summercool in springtoo cold in wintercan you sing?pouring waterfrom aboveshowing graceis that love?when i look upand i'm downmy grim lookloses it's frownso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423536/ Grey Wall...grey wall beside menight forming on my headthe stimuli is so littlei may as well be deadcars going to and frowhere those prying eyes starei am in my own quiet worldas if i couldn't careplants growing by my feetthrought cracks in the cementall alone, all the timeneed a place where to vent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423534/ Fascist BrutalityI don't feel the things within meIt's like they pass and never seeAll this time I was wasting timePeople said I was okay, I was fineThey don't understand the things I doHow could they know what is right or trueI wish I could change the things I did beforeRoot the problems from the v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423532/ Future CallWaking up with the light in my roomI am awake and ready for the changesAway with the negetives and the dark cornersTIme to stand up to the shadows and strangersFor the world is below my sore feetAnd nothing is going to stop meTime to look beyond the two-d worldJust to see what I can seeBe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423531/ Autumn is Back Again...Autumn is back againIn my regional townDepression before winterSeems to drag us downIt doesn't snow at allBut the mornings are coldYou can feel itWhether your young or oldThe sun is warmBut it bites you in the darkAutumn nights for youLike a walk in the parkThe grass starts dy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423530/ Rusty JunkyardRusty junkyardLeft my dreamsCan't salvageSo it seemsTake a lookLocks on the gateWhere my hopesRust and waitDesert planetDry as a boneI'm hereAll aloneRusty junkyardDust in my eyesThis is where my dreamsAll lieFor there is no hopeNo dreams to followNothing to eatNo water to swallowDeser.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crimsonwoad/1423529/