http://slow.writerscafe.org/mob24 The original writings of author mo.b_24 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996809 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 *Some of the phrases in the poem are from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. This poem was written for a school assignment. Still imperfect, perhaps not finished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1729842/ The title will most likely be changed later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1669296/ Now he stands to your bed of deathDressed in a cloak of darkness, the living black deathHe reaches to the void, brings about his scytheTrickling upon you desolationBreathing upon you trepidationLifts his instrument of damnation"Light lies not in the endYour life must you not misspendSeek it or not, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1643398/ Life now in gray smokepanic within did it evokeYour soul in a twisted paintoo much for one to feignThe walk of life, had you arrogantly troddenHarm you caused, never asking for a pardon"Spare me" to God you spokeFor as your demise draws nearFaith finally awokewhat you thought to be a jokeYet, He sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1643397/ Not quite a poem, a collection of thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1625876/ Upon your birthA sensation of mirthnaive, you startedyour mind deliberately chartedAn insignificant spoton the map of the systempart of the myriadanother serf, building another pyramidgazed upon the pinnacleThose who are clinicalThose who shall leaverich and readyfor the afterlifeAll they're offered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1624127/ Freedom, what a dire thingSuch happiness does it bringFreedom, what a privilegeNot to have it would be sacrilegeFreedom, what a Sisyphean taskHow much must I push, you askFor once the rock reaches its peakYou may think to be at peaceOh, granted such releaseYet, nature surfaces the shockThe thunderou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1617809/ Wonder, I, if the abruptness fell upon the others quickly, lightning flaring in my tempest She gave me Brightness,  Comfort,  but flashed by,  that undeciding empress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1609660/ Ah, she gives not acquiesce much to my unhappiness Asked, I, for More of Her She left too quickly Yet, not gently,  I realize, abruptly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1609659/ That clock, yes that clock right there haven't you noticed,  it's everywhere Listen to the sharp Tick! Crusading thine heart not much unlike Aeneas unraveling happiness, or 'twas it patience? The tick cares not for emotion It does not hesitate  For time shall not dissipate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1609658/ Time is slipping away why can't She stay? Erroneous was that question, Staying is futile More is useful To succeed with Time that is the expectation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mob24/1609654/