http://slow.writerscafe.org/davidkummer7 The original writings of author Not here en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036297 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I for--got about your smile.What it looked like whileI turned away.When you ran into my bed--room,I wanted to tell you,but I hid.Don't comelooking for medown there.I knowyou could find meanywhere.Chaosensues when I'mleaving.I am barely breathing.Just for you.Hold me.Closer t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/2045983/ You call me out to something I have never known.The waves are crashing down and I can't help but moan.I hate the darkness near me and under my skin.I want to feel so clean but I can't let you in.You tell me just to trust you and to take your hand.Moonlight glistens softly all across the sand.I shake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/2042194/ Poems. Stories. Memories. Dreams. And Death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/2042193/ I understandJust take your time.I've hurt you andyour tortured mind.And if you come,I'll be here waiting.There's no one elseworth saving.So if you love me,please don't hate me.I've lost you andI'm slowly fading.If you hate me,please forgive me.I never meantto leave you bleeding.Now my carpetis stain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/2042191/ You wanna come now and then? Don't even bother. Playing "Dad" for a week doesn't make you a father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/2004019/ I'm itching and really aching just to break you, just to smite you. Although, I won't have to fight you if you take this bargain plea, kneel down, and start to believe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/2001658/ Tick tock, tick tockDon't you hear the clock?Don't stop, don't stopYour potential 'bout to pop.Don't flop, you've gotone more chance at a shot,Been taught and you thoughtand now you're lookin' so hot,completely focused on the spot,ignoring all the idiots.Got 'em hanging from your back,they wishin' t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1999986/ He was like an old fable, sitting at his table,coffee mug in hand,voice like some 50's band.Silent as the dead,all kinds of wisdom in his head.He didn't waste his voice,and when it was his choiceto speak he let me knowin words painfully slow,"One day you will forget,the next you won't remember... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1998121/ The bar I set,the mold I shape,there is no placenow, no escape.I went too highand yelled too loud,and rose too fastjust for the crowd.But there's no use.I spent too much,wasted my time,and lost my touch.I'm going downthis hill so fast.I didn't meanthat was my last.Just trying torecapture whatI used .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1998110/ Do we need to stop this?Can we stayDo we need to torture ourselvesToday?Why can't it wait?Why can't you?There's so much timeAnd nothing to do.You know we have to stop this. You know we have to stop thisOkayYou know we have to stop thisSomedayYou know we have to quitBut can it waitYou know we ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1950967/ I am all alone, not declining You are making sense, notSilver liningsI thought We could journey to anUnknown landAnd you could quietlyTake my handWe walked the path we wereTold to goWe played every part asBest we knowYou sawNo hope for us, noFuture time,No happy ending. We justDidn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1948116/ You will fade farther away.Every day, you'll find a better place.You will fly happily so far.Maybe to a bar, until you see the stars.We will wait for you to come back home.But it won't happen, I already know.I will start to wander down the street.Maybe someday, you and I will meet.It's been too long.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1945009/ I could sometimes take direction. I'm losing myself everyday.We could fall down on our hearts. Lose your moment, lose your one,mind your God. I'm like two shows.  Try to help me.Leave me. Leave me.  Hold me. Promise your love. I would die if it meant .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1945002/ Watch me cryWatch me bleedThe wolves have comeOn night they feed.Let me runBut not too far.I miss the wayYou were my star.We are too far gone.We can't carry on.This is not the way.We should never stay.I am too far gone.Please don't carry on.I am not the way.I beg you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1910793/ I find it hard to say your name,to fall asleep, to play this game.It's so damn hard, but I still try.I don't want pity. Let me die.Feed this hunger in my mindfor anybody to be kind.They don't know or understand,but you don't either. Take my hand.I want to show you things I've done,and things I've he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1901034/ Where have the days gone?Why are the nights cold?Tell me if I amgrowing quickly old.Why are there tears?Why do they sting?I find myselfmissing everything.Where were we lost?Why did this split?I saw no signs.Have we lost it?All I want to hearis that you love me too.God it hurts so bad.Why do we do?Ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1899207/ Keep your heads up and keep your fingers on the keyboard, because you're all rock stars one way or another. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1896315/ Forget everything they've taught you.Life is simpler than it seems.You don't need a book of magicOr a special set of dreams.Forget everything you're after.You can leave it all behind.When you lose yourself to something,It is peace that you will find.Lead me onwards As we go forev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1887007/ Pulled apart by Storms and WindsFeel as if you're Young again.Life will pass you by, I fear,if you hold it much too dear.Let me see you smile, once.Everyone is leaving.There's nobody here to seehow you are deceiving.As you lay inside your coffin,tell me what to feel.As you start to raise your voice,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1878866/ A poem of the passing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1874106/ Where do we gofrom here?All I can senseis fear.We are alone.We're left behind.I search inside,Such frights to find.What should I feel right now?Angry or sad?But howCan I make sense?This is a mess.Where do I run?Who do I bless?Where is the GodI've known?Where is the king,his throne?Where is my l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1866594/ The beat of a heart losing heartI can not stay stay stay stay stayPlease do not wait wait wait wait waitI have to go go go awayPlease tell me straight straight straight straight straight.Will you still love me when I go?Will you still hold me when you know?Will you still love me if I leave?Will you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1860610/ Hey guys! 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He's an overstated, complicated man and so am I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1852172/ Staring at a blank screen,forgetting why I write.Everything seems so mean,and always such a fight.Quick and easy poemsseems like a waste of space,while long and lengthy poemswill never win the race.Lazy rhymes are easybut lack my favorite punch.Cuss words are kind of sleezy,and sometimes used too mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1843402/ We've been down this road once or twice before.It's taken its toll, but still we beg for more.We walk alone and together all the same,play the game and hide when we're ashamed.Leave behind everything we've known.Go to places we've never been shown.Take a breath, and plunge beneath the waves.Surface,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1833199/ But I thought we were perfect.You said we were fine.I expected love 'causeYou said you were mine.Now you say it's hardTo feel love when it's not.What happened to the masterpieceTogether we had wrought.And after all the bloodYou say you love me still.It's just hard to feel you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1828520/ You're the silence in the center of night,the morning sun and the first bug bite.The ever-terrifying flight;the even more disturbing fight.You're everything that ever mighthave been if we had all been knights.A child's first sight,and growing height.And somehow all is right.You're the map to places .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1826903/ Maybe someone will hear me this time,or maybe the chance will slip away.Baby, I really need you this time.Please, can we just stay?Can we just stay?Darkness pressing inbefore the day will begin.We sit in bed together,but alone. 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If you're interested in reading it and helping me make it better, let me know!!! I'll send you a copy of the entire thing along with a hand-made map, and you can dive into my world before anybody else.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1794781/ OncE anD yOu'Re a HeROTwiCE AnD yOU'Re JusT bADThriCe You'RE GettInG LooPYfoUR TimEs YoU'rE f*****g mad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1786848/ what's the point of living if we're just wasting away?make a lot of money then blow it all in a day.what's the point of living if we're dying to our death?make a lot of money and finance your final breath.Could we all be losers settling the final score?Make a lot of money. 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I'll show you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1778659/ Forgive me.You give methe only thing I love.Unfold methen hold me.You're falling from above.I'm losing,I'm choosingto give up my own breath.You're movingand approvingof my burial then death.The world's costis time lostto be who you want to be.The dot.com'sare time bombs.We're drowning in our sea.Man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1778191/ Love me or hate me,want me or waste me,where in the world should we start?Smiles or tear drops,sunshine or rain.Oh, what a rush for my heart.Take all my time,or waste every rhyme.You're still a beautiful art.I hear a tune.I see the moon.And now the two will depart.Broken hearts are glittering stars,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1778186/ Ask me a question.Show me the star.Give me a momentto reach that far. Show me some beauty, show me the stars. Pass me the puzzle, then hide behinds bars.I'll roll the dice.You pull the strings.Give me your lifeand I'll teach you some things.Make me a monster.Or make me a man.Mention .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1776135/ I fall in love with you everyday,every minute, in every way.The tears you cry, every lullaby,I will always be nearby.Hold me tight or push me away,I'll forever be here to stay.Say my name or just lend a smile,I'll put my arms around you awhile.This is the part where I blow up your phone.This is the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1772206/ I kind of feela little bit cold,just a bit old,turning to mold.I kind of thinkI'm losing my time,forgetting the rhyme,becoming a mime.I kind of losta little bit more,shoved by the door,lost on the shore.And kind of not.I kind of missthat meaningful smile,staying for a while,lasting through all trial.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1768808/ I'm pretty f*****g done, if I'm honest with my self.Someday I'll see this poem as it's sitting on the shelf,and honestly to honest, I'll regret it down to Hell.I'm a bit of a maniac, if you still can't tell.I can write a lot of beauty or some simple pain.When pain is in it's place, there's a lot for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1767539/ A few days later...We sat down in our seats at the movies. I couldn’t help but shake as I thought of what was going to happen. The popcorn sat in her lap, and the large drink we shared was in the cupholder. I wanted to leave. I needed to stay. I wanted to take her with me. I needed to run away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1767526/ Drawing a deep breath, she started. “I’m in high school. Freshman. Anyways, I’d never have a boyfriend before. I’d liked a few guys, even held hands with one, but never anything real or official. “So the first day of school, my best friend comes up to me and says she go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidkummer7/1763051/ “Please get down. Let’s go have some tea or… or just please get down.” My plea was carried away by the wind on top of the bridge. Even at nighttime when there was no sign of light, the wind remained.“I can’t,” she shouted back. 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