http://slow.writerscafe.org/KLGreen The original writings of author KLGreen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111349 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sitPerched on the edge of my bedFiling my nails with an emery boardLooking as if the cares of the worldDon't touch meBut in the furthest reaches of my mind a war ragesSerotonin waves a white flag Because she hasn't enough menThe neurons are pros at friendly fireAnd the battle gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1643079/ I can't feel the sleepThe sleep I should be feelingMy thoughts erase all sensationThe racingThe ever presentThe forefrontThe demandingThoughtsThey block out all senseOf time and spaceAll sense of stimuli In my extremitiesI know tomorrowMy lids will be heavyMy knees weak f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1643075/ My eyes are half closed for sleepBut their half open for writingI weigh the words And measure the structure But I fear the contentPeople want truthBut my truth could be a tipping pointCould be over sharingToo truthfulWell guess whatIt's not all butterfliesAnd f*****g rainbows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1643074/ Fevers come and go. So set a fire in your soul. So you can rememberthe heat on your skinwhen you were younger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1641555/ I forgot. Two years ago last weekI laid you in your tiny grave. Wrapped in a tiny pink blanket. Nestled in the rootsof a nectarine tree. I don't know if it hurtsbecause you're goneor if it's becauseI forgot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1641552/ Be it a refugee in a strangers landor an addled brain, sense be damned. Stumbling feet find stumbling blocks. Storm rattled ships find no docks. The powerful snicker. The comfortable sneer. The righteous take no heed. Because the price of this lifeis no help comes to those most in n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1636960/ Line my coffinwith Egyptian cotton. Lay a tulipon my cold dead lip. Send me off to Fur Elisethen honor my life with a feast. No clamoring no tears,no bargaining no fears. Just a simple smileI'll remember all the while. As you lay me downinto this blessed ground. A simple dirg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1558816/ With shaky handsand watery eyesshe looked at Father Time:"Will you walk meto the edgebeyond the last ridgethat marks theborder of your lands?Ho! Don't let go my hand!""I will take you to the ridgepast the setting sun. But after that my job is done. ""Must I walkto d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1558221/ "I looked, and behold a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was Death" - rev 6:8 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1552923/ My favorite placeis between asleep and awake. Where you're just nodding off. You're neither here nor there. That place holdsso much potential. Dreams become realityand reality is justa distant day dream. My in between is always warmand there's always a flushto my cheeks. In t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1552916/ She had flowers in her hairwhen she was younger. She didn't have a carewhen she was stronger. But life takes holdthings start to changeand we all grow old,and stranger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1552914/ embers and ashesand spent cigarettes where's my life goingand what has it meantsmoke billows up and curls aroundI think on my pastby which I am boundanswers come slowlyso I light up againenjoying the solitudelooking within http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1552100/ He talks in verse.He talks in rhyme.Mostly to pass the time.And in his wordsare truth and lies.Both in every sigh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1552097/ There's a ring around the moonand I've got an eerie feeling.What kind of omen does it bringand will it be revealing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1552095/ A pantoum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1550719/ I read my book by light of day in solaceI find the words in cracks of paper misreadBy others who have seen these before my timeSo I roll the paper into cigarettes So none will mistake these words again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1550708/ THE FIRE BURNS endlesslydestroying all in its pathransacking the fieldon which it was litTaking out one stalkof grass after anotherit leaves nothingin its wakeIT CONSUMES all init's line of sightand it cannot be quenchedby the falling rainpittering on the headsof the men .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1550685/ She swore she had wingsso she stepped off the ledgeof a ten story building tall.And those who got to see her risewatched an angel fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1550253/ I'm giving inI've given upI'm lying downBecause I've had enoughI'll never leaveOr reach the doorMy aspirationsLittered on the floor So cry a little tear for me And my wasted opportunity Don't pull the plug, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1550248/ Sticks and stones you break my bonesto pieceswith a sledgehammer.One blow like it's nothing.And I lay theretotal acceptance of the next strike.Just like you've always wanted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KLGreen/1550241/ I am battered and bruisedbut I am holding on. 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