http://slow.writerscafe.org/ncescutti The original writings of author Norie C en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109912 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Little black faith, You shade,You chase, And try as I may,I can never escape, You are the seed to my blackened fate, Hence I step forward into the darkest of grace,Embracing each smudge placed upon my face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/711372/ Broken antlers of anger,Ridged, frigid,Poking beneath the surface, Gently breaking the skin,The skin I’m in,The skin on the brim,The outer of the inner, Like a heart worn on a sleeve,Emotions flutter in the breeze, Slow becomes fast,Smiles and frowns; they stop, go, freeze,And c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/711369/ Roses, Rings, and the finer things,They capture the eye with a glimpse of shine,But eventually leave one blind, What do they show but the surface?Why let them represent us? You say you deserve them, but why do they deserve you? You call me absurd, but I say cast your ear to the trees,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/711365/ Searing sun burns my breath,And shimmers down into tired lungs, Life provides such painful observing, such  bitter learning,Yet, there is only hope that they are all worth the earning, The truth of life is split far and few,As it hides away in the most foreign of places,And selfishly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/711361/ Bells and whistles;they sound but no one listens, Fighting til' the finish,They swoop down and.. Swish,Swish,Swish,  Chorusing in unison, they beckon wishfully,But oh, how melancholy it is, The swinging and constant missing, Thus, as hopes blend into oblivion,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/711358/ The sun shares no secrets in this effervescent meadow, It knows what is to come; the clouds know it too,I can only wait,but with waiting comes fading,Gray plays upon my face as the shadow swoops down upon me,Grabbing my throat with pain I cannot deny,Reaching down into my lungs and clenching th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/663446/ Treading pins and needles,Curiosity takes hold,Its all for the thrill and the thrill is bold, Oops, here's to falling into  predictable scenes,More predictable than a rocking chair before it leans, But what does prediction really mean anyway if you know not how to get there?&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/663425/ A summary of my own experiences with disappointment and short-comings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603962/ A beginning love unfolding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603954/ A wee bit of hopefulness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603951/ Just a bit of pondering and philosophy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603948/ Dark, dark, dark. Another one of my many emo poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603941/ Dark and Grim; all from the past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603936/ Yes, I do have a tendency to write about darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603498/ Read what you will out of this. My hope is that is sends out some sort of mysterious feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603495/ Here's another old one; quite grim. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603438/ Here's a more dark and bitter poem of mine. Its kind of old but it still captures much of my emotion at that time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/603434/ Smooth and sultry are the sun beams pouring down upon me,Feet propped up and toes turned upward,Turned up to the sky,I am open to the world,Susceptible to anything,But I simply smile,I am safe here on this grassy ground,Soaking in all the knowledge of nature,It tells me not to worry,It tells me not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncescutti/599623/