http://slow.writerscafe.org/boundby1nk The original writings of author BoundbyInk en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123318 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The kitchen.I fill the sink with hot soapy waterand make sure to scrub each dish clean.Just like my man would have wanted.Looking straight ahead out of the small kitchenwindow;the only source of natural light in an otherwise dimroom.I turn the worn dials on the gas stove .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/1069965/ Thesilence of an empty roomWherewe lay, nothing else mattersIhave perfection in my arms Therhythmic rain falls, tapping against the glass windowThunderchimes in, just to say helloWeget closer with every resounding greetingItwants to be a part of what we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/780427/ Here is the sadness of irony,crying in a rain storm because you used to love them.A song about hate that I can’thelp but loveI hear on the radio and can’tstop myself from singing alongbecause it makes me think of youevery time.“love poems” I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/780422/ Sadness runs down the cheeks ofchildren,They wait for their parents towhisper the medicine into their ear.Like a tourniquet for a woundedsoldier, this keeps the child going The shrapnel of a broken heartseems too much for a child to bearThe nurture of friends is thei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/780418/ Snow was never my sceneThe cold always ate at my sensitive and tender noseShivering uncontrollably on those dark winter nights. Bloody noses from hitting a pile too fast.Watching my friends fall in.They say they just overdosed on too much happy but I know that is never the case... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/594168/ Fall is the saddest season.Trees grieve the loss of leaves,squirrels scurrying to finish their final harvest.Flowers are closing, this will be a long sleep. The temperature is a warning signthat a cold silence is on the way.The longest season is almost here. Creeping slowly to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/594164/ The troops never knew this war was comingWalking into a wall of fire, cans of gasoline in their handsThe explosion is only a trigger pull away.With every step they can't help but pray faster.The heat starts to burn their faces but they can't stop marching.Can't stop killing. Can't stop sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/594161/ Autumn leaves playing tricks on my eyes.Yellow. Red. Green. Brown.Symoblic of the season and those that have passed.They'll come back if we stay patient.Whether we want them to or not. Faded memories we try our hardest to remember.The summer. The Lake. Sitting on my father's knee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/594155/ Here I am behind a lense.A one way mirror, invisible.Just a click away from stealing this moment.Keeping it forever, making it mine. These aren't my moments to have,they belong to the old intoxicated man sitting on the iron benchin the olive sweater that his grandchilden bought hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/boundby1nk/594039/