http://slow.writerscafe.org/PencilFoot The original writings of author Adam Light en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057375 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I hear this partof this wondrous song, I feel a love so clear.I regain my heartand bounce headlong into a joyous cheer.  I'd forgotten this -a soothing sound that transcends woe.Right here is bliss,I do propound;What's gone becomes a go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/2001671/ I could have a conversationwith the wisest of them all,but I'm a master of negationwith the most absurd pitfall,So I doubt that I would learneven a single splendid notionif I gave a sage their turnand listened with devotion.I know I'm not the most proficientor most gifted philosopher,but I can only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1991624/ There's a game I'd like to play,but I've been told it's real,so I cannot play just yetfor I have not made a deal.  But dealings with the universeare absurdities rank with folly,so I guess I can begin to playand just be thankful if I'm jolly.And if the universe decidesthat I am blessed enou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1991623/ I laugh with them;I dance with her.The fire burns;the faces blur. I flap my arms;I start to drift.My hand reachesand tries to lift.  I fly backwards;I fight and twist.My eyes open;they don't persist. I sit up; awake.I stay up alone.The fire burns;the way is shown.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1958434/ Most of my poems are amateurish and cliche, and I'm tired of using the same style over and over again. This one was already done, though, so I'll publish it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1958429/ This is a big deviation from my normal style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1957014/ I had been drifting into a funk for weeks, but one morning, upon waking up, I spontaneously decided to switch to a positive mode of being. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1957013/ I'm not sure if anyone will understand this or gain value from it, but here's what I've got so far. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1957006/ Tonight,I was waiting inthecheck-out line of a store,tryingmy best to not just lookatthe products or the floor. Twowomen joined the line andbehind me, took their places.Adaughter and a mother, I thought,withhappiness on their faces.Iam often much too re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1956693/ Weeks ago, I was walkingwith the river to my right.Headphones sang me music,as my eyes took in the sight. I came upon a young couplewho fished with a 3-year-old,and I turned my eyes awayfrom a family and the river; cold.I didn't want to be awkward;I was only a sapless passer-by,and just as I th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1956689/ It still needs some tweaking, and it's quite a revealing poem, but I must publish this now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1956688/ I heard a bell ring in the night;It came from deep below.I'm sure it's source was from a dreamthat had for me something to show.  I've been awake and slept againa few times since this has passed,and I am dismayed about the factthat these things go by so fast.I write two lines and fall asleep,wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1946501/ I had a fairly normal day,but I thought of something great.I thought of something I can saywhen I am in a lowly state.When I am down and uninspired,I will do just what it takes;I will say what is required,and that is, “Raise the stakes!”And when I raise the stakes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1946499/ A fear appears before meas I traverse terrain.In the wild, I've survived,with the lightning and the rain.From a distance, I keep an eyeon a house with inner light,and imagine being dryand sheltered from eternal night.   Thunder cracks, and I'm not sureif loneliness can even end,But I will .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1946497/ Not happy with today,nor excited by the next,I know I should be positive,but I'm already vexed. It's not a massive deal,and I know I'll be just fine,but I hate having sold my dayfor a price not worth my time.And tomorrow, too,will likely be the same,unless I taste the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1946491/ I'm not the type of guythat is like this or that.I'm not that predictable;I don't just wear one hat.I can tell you of my past,and share with you my dreams,but at the very best you couldextrapolate some themes.  To carelessly define me,now that is just a shame,for if you do it to the poet,to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1945932/ I'm almost too embarrassed to post this. Almost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944605/ Dear, Miss Lovely and Unique,let me tell you of what I seek.I want to learn me how me to cook,without referring to a book.I cannot cook, but I can write;We can whip up a splendid night.With both of our hearts a-churning,there'll be no care if food's a-burning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944600/ This one is weird. I'll share it now and fix it later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944599/ I'll write a dozen pageson how I'll live today.A line or two will strike me,as being the right way.  I have to let it all out;all those thoughts and voices,so I can see the prime from dulland make the better choices.  When nighttime comes around,I still want to be,moving where I'm moving,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944596/ Before I was ever lost in thought,I was lost in bliss.  I ran through the summer airwith lightning bugs, like this.  I was glad to roam the earthwithout a care to call my own.My troubles were the simple kind,in a safety zone.  And after many yearsof roaming with a heavy mind,I find my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944595/ A new song blows me away.  It blows me where I want to go.  The static in my mind is silenced, and I hear the space in which I grow.The song and I, we're strangers,on separate journeys, quite alone,but we come togetherbecause we've dreamed and grown.I've never loved anythingany more t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944593/ The master thinker meekly walkeddown a trail on a muggy night.In the forest, and in the dark,creatures reveled at the sight.  The moon shone downand reflected off glowing eyes below,and the creatures determinedto give the master of thought a show.  First, a lion, then a goat.A dog, a rat, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944590/ There was a giant, impeding walland it was wanted to be crossed.But it stood so woefully tall,that in just beginning, all was lost.This all happened a verylong, long, time ago,back when of stepsthey did not know.Then, one fateful summer,a young enterpriser, made the village wholefrom that summe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944589/ In a pitch-black cave,cold and in pain,I often recededeep into my brain.Consciousness goes,and returns once again,and I find myself stillright where I've been.I try to stand up,but quickly I fall,for it's hard to balancewith no light at all.Where is the light?I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944585/ I've only won one battle,in all my years on Earth.  Just one single victory,to prove that I have worth. I was not a brave combatant, always ready and alert.I was often beaten badly,with my face down in the dirt.Seasons changed 4 times a year,and every year was new.I never died down in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944583/ I'm thirty-two,but have no crew,to call my own.No wife,no child,no team.I'm young, but I'm grown,and I dream.  No scrutinycan rescue me.I feel a burning sense of lack.Bored,Alone,and hidden way,Oh, world,I'm coming back! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944581/ World, I need a quest!  My life is way too smooth.  I need a hole to fillor a pain to soothe.  I am only getting by,and I am losing sight.Tomorrow doesn't matterbecause today is trite.  World, I'm all alone,and my direction is unclear.I'm hoping you will save me,but you don't kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944580/ I'm poking fun at myself more than I am celebrating myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944579/ I should probably sit downand write about my dreams,and get myself excitedby exploring the extremes.    Apparently, it's wise.  At least that's what I hear...It builds your confidenceand helps you clear the fear.You see life beyond despair;beautiful and ideal.And with that exquisite i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944576/ A little bit vague, like life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944361/ Off in the corner, I sit and think.They believe that I'm a quiet guy.But if they gave me pen and ink,they'd see with writing I'm not shy.I always do have quite a bit to say,but I don't know if they're prepared.I don't want to throw my words awayif I fear the truth cannot be shared... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944357/ Take the first step,and the first stumble.Let your feet slip,and feel your heart rumble.Slide back, if you must,and fall, if you will,but know in your heart,that you’re better off still.Now you can see thingsthat you couldn’t before.You may have lost ground,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944355/ To the world, I'll give my best.I know not when I will die,But I have faced my death, and decided to still try.The only death I ever feared,was a tragic one for me,Where my heart gets smashed,in a heart smashing spree.  I saw a hammer in the sky,always downward slamming,so I hid .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944353/ I'll go down any rabbit hole,Thanks for the invitation!But if you have a covert goal,there will be confrontation.I will see where I am taken,and let you serve as guide,But, teacher, you're mistakenIf you think truth is on your side. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944351/ Depression vs Empowerment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944350/ There are no correct beliefsThere's only what to do.In life we change motifs,For we often start anew.Every mind is unique,and at every time, too.Find the truth you seek,as it's just right for you.Later, a different storyis who and what you'll be.And you'll find your glory.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944348/ Advice to someone else, or myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944347/ I'm trying to describe a very real phenomenon. As much as we want to, we can't rush music if we want to have a chance of enjoying it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944346/ When young, I'd play a favorite song.The music would send me flying.And sometimes I would sing alongbut with the lyrics I was not trying.  Merely words thrown in, just becausethe real magic in the music wasAnd I know these words are not for meSo what within them do I have to see?As an older lad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944344/ I love little morethan being who I am,but I've been ashamed,by failing your exam.I chose multiple choices,and answered false and true,but none of me was in itwhen I gave it back to you.I guess I thought it properto astutely play my role,and I stood there, dumb,as the re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944343/ A true story, told many years later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944341/ Getting to know fear on a personal level can be uplifting! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944337/ New guitar, how long will we play?Will we be togetheron my final day?  A year from nowwill we depart,and give our livesa jumping start?Maybe you will help me meet.A lovely lady,graceful and sweet.Or maybe you'llhelp me compose.A sterling song,seed of a rose.I love lifeand I love you.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944334/ It's a true story. It's about life and motivation. Cutting the cantaloupe inspired me and I knew I had to write this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1944332/ I can bare the boredom,I can pay the price,I can perform the labor,and I can roll the dice.I can commit the time,I can endure the hurt,I can sacrifice,and I can stay alert.I can do a lotto get the life I crave,as long as I am notrequired to be brave.I can resign my life,I can accept demise,I can thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1895984/ When I was about sixteen years old,I walked to a friend’s house nearby.(This is a story I have never told,although there is no reason why…) As I drew nearer the hang-out,a garage on a gravel alleyway,I suddenly felt like I had some clout,for my own s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1895982/ Darling,woman that I don’t know,a universe I’ve yet to give go,I want you fiercely,and I will look for you so,under a moonlit expansefull of flowers and snow. With my feet numb and cold,I will look for your glow,and I’ll follow the strea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1895980/ Hold you close,the wind blows.We don’t move,the Earth knows.At this moment,we are one.For an unknown,time to come.It’s just likeInfinity, Dear;It feels the same,both far and near. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1895978/ Monster in a dark corner, tall and lean;always watching and looking mean.He’s just beyond the open door…You have your life,don’t ask for more! This monster’s not the biggest threat;he simply needs to pay his debt.Defeated, he’s been, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PencilFoot/1895977/