http://slow.writerscafe.org/CrimsonHints The original writings of author CrimsonHints en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128545 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I look down at my sneakers,Covered in rust-Thinking about people,Who never give up.As the hum of the engines,On pavement at night,Seem to roll to and fro,On roads out of sight.Can't believe I'm here,In this evening wind.Yet I'm always waiting,For this all to end.Pampered by the,Love I get.All from o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2163592/ Young life in half-light;Smoking guns in war-torn grey.Glasses shimmer at quiet dinner;My white rabbit ran away.Atrocity built its home in me;Made a nest inside my skull.He's a liar, put to fire;Words sharpened, never dull.Grip the knife to take a life;Panic when the noose has tightened.Sweeten the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2163590/ -Ever-present memory pressing on my sanity.-Cradled behind my eyes sleeps the past, pressed against the corners in a nightmare frenzy. I'm going to burst with bitter nostalgia; leaking out the cracks in my lashes.-Half-sleeping, still awake, but dream weeping.-Dust are all the books of old but I car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2163589/ Two worlds colliding in a car crash symphony of screaming metal. All I know is the hallowed eye of the sun looking over a godless land. Coming from seeing the ribs of children burning in a scorching fire to the sound of robins in maplewood. You shake my hand, blood dripping down my forearm; a nuclea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092506/ A voice so raw is slipping,From my mouth, is dripping.Tearing apart my tongue;Escaping from my lungs.A barrage of shattered glass,Pulled from this shapeless mask.Letters sharpened; venom dipped;Lifted from this ancient crypt.Eyes blessed by winter's scorn;A gleaming heart is torn.Silently fractured .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092505/ I am slathered onto a canvas with dirt and oil crawling under fingernails. Coughed up with charcoal, an accidental rorschach. Just the cold surface of a drawing board, nothing else behind that pitch monstrosity.I am more than a monochrome pastel wreck. There is more between the pages of this black c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092504/ Golden bricks with moss hiding the glints, a road through life and the unknown. This clay covered way all battered and bent; a path to an emerald home.A call from the castle, steady song.Step away from the poppies; I'll guide you along.Come away, come away, step into my sight;Fractured rays of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092502/ This red sickness is pumping through the veins in my eyes. Raw and bulging; pulling at my demons. Vile words filled with venom thrown down dark corridors. The unsuspecting wrapped in the tendon covered cobblestone. It's not insanity but I feel it could be. These crimson colored rooms would be easier.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092499/ Draven eyed the raven,Sat upon the hill.Though sunlight abounded,His heart beat quicker still.Draven eyed the raven,Cawing from the trees.Though his legs were steady,They found him on his knees.Draven eyed the raven,The raven stared back at he.Though a fearsome beast,He did not know what fear could .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092498/ A shell, hollowed out; a void of stone. Depths unbearable, pressures abound with no diamond glint.Light subdued by dull facets of granite. Fissures in a monument of old; the only adornment, a cobweb crown.The rays, not of a bright sun, but of a mystical aura. A jade poison emanating from a forgotten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092496/ My skin's on fire in pouring rain-Dare I say I seem the same?An ocean, to marvel- the whites of my eyes.The moon breathes azure compliance to life.These foamy rapids pour from my lashes,A sound like thunderclaps, on white satin crashes.Heart blooming like petals on summer winds,Mending the flesh of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092495/ ~ Fear of the end ~No devil in the flames or volcanic star implosion.No shattering of bones or agressive mind corrosion.~ Fear of the end ~No demons in the pitch, no ghost songs in wells.No hospital white, no stark screams from hell.~ Fear of the end ~No quickening heart or arteries fused.No wooden .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/2092492/ Groping for thoughts in the dark,Newborn to the ways of this writing.Not yet awake from my sleep,Reading in this dim room lighting.A struggle with the veins in my heart,Thrumming with the music’s steady beat.An ambience for my drugged mind,Feeling the energy in my quiet seat.Next time I’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1992974/ The memory of your tiny feet,Patter to your door. Dare I think to take a peek,To remember anymore.There you lay with your dreary head;Heaven’s angel sleeps. My first boy tucked in bed,Not a sound or peep.Goodnight my precious wonder;May winds lift your wings. I’m not scare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986041/ Hey there girl with your eyes so low,What has caused you this pain?There’s a smile hidden beneath that frown,And some sunshine in all that rain.You’re always mad with your fists all clenched,And your veins poppin’ out of your skin.But if I was asked, what made me like you,I wouldn&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986040/ There is sleeping thunder in the linings of my throat. My eyes emit the embers buried beneath bone. You wear your dead eyes with pride whilst patting your backs with smooth palms. Your smiles are trecherous and filled with the lives they’ve devoured. A clenched fist is tied to my hip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986038/ My skin is soft from the gentle showers of my agony.Perplexed; my thoughts run to the soothing corners of my mind. Why must I suffer from your flaming tongue? With insidious intent, you tear the foundation from my withered grasp. A swallowed bronze key was nothing against a battering ram.No broken p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986036/ The air hangs heavy in my throat,Falling like lead into my chest. My eyelids flutter unwillingly,Baited by the thought of rest.With a car crash jerk to reality,Goosebumps rise to meet frosted air. Afraid to peer into the void of my closet,Terrified of the yellow-eyed stare.I smelled the ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986034/ Her smile was forged in starlight,But she had her fingers on my throat.I wrote rose-scented love letters,But my hands shook when I wrote. Her eyes captured celestial perfection,But a silver dagger was pressed to my spine. Flirtations were given to men who would dare,But a darkness had rise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986033/ My wings are shackled to these aching flashes.How can I breathe until this torrent passes?A deep violet haze creeps through my bones,Turning my blood to ice and my heart to stone. Clawing at the part of me that doesn’t belong,While my entire reflection is seemingly wrong.Fists pounding bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986031/ I forget about the stars we saw in the fields of Indiana,And our golden laughter bellowing from inside our chests.I don’t remember our nights in dark parking lots;Fourth of July parties fade out with the rest.�"�"�"�"�"�"&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986030/ My heartbeat’s irratic; caught in the static,Of memories’ past.Lungs inhale dreams, nightmares in seams;Don’t let it last. Believing in the Above, of heavenly love;I’m on my knees. Visions burst aflame through searing pain;Prayers are now pleas. Assault on perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1986029/ I feel it. The strength of unending days.The ebb between estatic neurons. The breath escaping the plains of my lips. The wanton billow of my exhales. I see it. The scars of everlasting days. The flicker of once youthful souls balancing on a precipice. Leathered fingers that write death's w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1926955/ I am a thousand rear-facing colors built from prisms planted in hearts. My footsteps carry the magnitude within my veins; screams in violet waiting beneath my skin. I am a nuclear network of mirrored dreams.I am power, plentiful in azure delusions. Could I cast out my carried colors? Who alive with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1926954/ These sounds that are sounded are so perfectly soundless.Do I hear what my ears hear or am I insane?I concieve that she concieved what I concieved was wrong,But do I listen when I listen to what's inside my brain?____________________________________________________________This feeling I feel while f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1926950/ There's rust in his marrow eating his bones;The clinking and clanking of metal all grown. A copper conundrum sits upon his skull.His eyes are silver, metallic and dull. Two-pistoled Tin Man wearing two feathers;Red-dusted rawhide and beaten down leathers.Red coil for muscles twisting past .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1926944/ I breathe in the celestial plains. I walk on rings enveloped in gold and cast upon clouds. I am pulled from the air, molded in dirt, spun in water and ignited in flame. I asked the Moon to dance with me. Her lips were as pale as the light that shone from her eyes; her hair in silver r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1865486/ I drip clotted ink into the clear water resting in your palms. So pure a thing disturbed by my dark disease. A light shone in your eyes brighter than the sun you carry in your chest but it has been wittled down and down until the faintest glimmer remains. My disease is ravenous and ugly. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1865481/ I hear their incessant cawing. They've mocked me with their soot plummage and crimson eyes for too long.They sit atop tombstones, shrieking of the damned. I'm on their list of time gone by and I rest in their song. I bury myself thirty feet down and stuff my ears with dirt. I refuse to believe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1865478/ Your body twists in the night and your hands cry out for my touch. Your eyes burrow into the darkness beneath your closed eyes. Your lungs inhale in your delusion and are let go in desperate pleas. I am here in your terrors, grounding you to the real and physical.Don't scream in fear and hopelessnes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1865474/ Geraldine, you have crimson footsteps and soot follows on the breeze left in your wake. Geraldine, the color in your eyes is bleeding into the fleshy pink of your skin. An emotionless wanderer who walks on dreams. Geraldine, you wear no color on your lips, clouded by the breath you exhale... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1865472/ This is a poem I wrote for my OC. (my art used for picture) NOt to be taken too seriously and definitley not about me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1825973/ Porcelain doll with glistening cheeks;White lips and light grey eyes. Small snow hands to bring to his mouth,To cover his porcelain cries. Take a blue cotton blanket,And cover his broken porcelain dreams. Take his ripped cotton jacket,And gather together the seams. Hide his small.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1825970/ What horrors creep inside our skulls.During the darkness of our sleep?What things do we not remember,When we fall into the deep?In restless motion, turning,We fidget through our rest. As Mr. Nightmare comes calling,As he invites his treasured guests. What terror sits on your pillowcase,Dur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1825963/ Cast me off, over, and down,To jagged rocks sat upon hard ground.Watch me fall with my eyes in their terror,As I watch your back as you turn in error.You murdered me in cold blood, and cold snow.Gather your things; take your leave and go. Whisp away to whatever island or wood,For I will come to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1825960/ I see the world through the warped glass of narcotics. A constant dream from,A shivering mind.Feelins dulled down,And numbness refined.I see the world from behind its cracked surface. My head's in dark clouds;Can't breathe in the smoke.I want to inhale,But fear I might choke. I see th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823722/ The world crumbles and breaks,Through landslides and earthquakes. Crushing waters resound,Ripping roots from the ground.Ice shelves fall broken,Leaving earth's heart wide open. If nature can wither, crack,And fall from the grande,Then, my dear friends,What happens to man? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823720/ A green aura protrudes into the small shadowed room. A gentle lime color pressing against pitch shadows. The clicking of rapid-fire thoughts and expressions. Fingertips on letters used for a broader purpose. Blue pools behind reflective frames cast brilliance onto the obsolete and blank.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823719/ I tell myself,I do not have the time,The time.All there is in life,Is the climb,The climb.You cannot,Smell the roses,The roses.You live life,In larger doses.Doses.I see with,Narrowed sight,Sight.I believe that,I am right,Right?But the world,Is so much better,Better.If we hold onto,Every letter,L E T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823717/ At times,I do not exist. I am the rage in my veins,And my fist in its clench.I am,My breathe poured out.Moisture on canvas;Droplets and clouds. The end,Of trails on my cheeks.Damp, long lines,To upside down peaks. The noise,Held tight in my lungs.Letters all jumbled,To roll off my ton.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823713/ The sun sits on my shoulders,Burrowing its heat into my back.I walk with careful footsteps,In an outfit made of black.Heatwaves flicker in my vision,Dancing on distant plateus.I heave heavy in thick air;Every breath deliberatley slow.I feel my baren body cracking.I'll disappear into the sand.The dus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823712/ It's so hard to hear over the petty, asinine squabling in my head. I hold my tongue just to have two other voices pull at the strings in my mind. They tell me to say things the other two wouldn't. They push at the inside of my teeth; prying my jaws open with their little black hands. But, a whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823709/ Do not let your emotions control you.You are above the faults in men.Do not let dark waters scare you;Breathe out, then dive in. Daggers and swords cannot cut you.Bullets will bounce off like stone. The night will not begin without you,And your mind will set the tone.Words with sharp edges.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823239/ I am a ghost;Fleeting breath from the Before.Intangible, invisible;Dweller of forgotten shores. Moving through this wasteland,There's not a soul to see,Just the chill that I created,And the cold inside of me.I am a spirit;Silent and never seen. Weightless, hated,Damned, and unclean. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823238/ God said to be gracious,So I graciously gave,Every one of my men,To their watery grave. God said to love,But I fear I have loved too much.Bless hisheart,He broke mine with just a touch.God said to be kind,So I loaded my pistol,Ended their sad lives,No one too big or too little.God said to be re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823233/ I danced under the weeping willow;Caught his tears in my outstetched hands.I mournfully sang with the weeping willow;Words filled with the plight of man. I healed the weeping willow;His broken boughs splintered and chipped.I soothed the weeping willow;His broken, pained boughs I kissed.I helped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823231/ I am nothing to no one;A whisper of a thought among men.I remain unseen,In the lives of those who've been. But I will return. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823227/ I seek nothing but the soft curvature of your lips against mine,To hear your tongue speak my name in these four walls.I will exhale my confessions as I kiss the curve of your neck.Loving hands will heed a lover's call.I yearn for your liquid brown eyes to gaze upon me,To stare into the stars of my l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823226/ Stand and march,Fire in the sky.Red paint our hearts,Red strings tie.Thunder and blood,Tanks on the ground.Enough is enough,Hear victory's sound.Call his name,Allah let us live.Keep us sane,Bless and forgive.Terror and pain;End this hurt.Wash with rain,Cleanse the dirt.Praise be her,Pastel saviour.V.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823219/ My words spill out and over;A kettle too quick to boil. Tendrils pushing upward;A sprout breaking soil.My words split and crumble;An avalanche of stone.Sensations in my throat,I feel it in my bones.My words spiral and tilt,Hitting granite and gold.But the story on my lips,Isn't the one my mind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrimsonHints/1823215/