IComeAnon | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rob%20Tedrick The original writings of author IComeAnon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776209445 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Depressing Grr http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/648096/ Of The Lower Skies Plagiarized and re-inspired (Note: Not actually plagiarized. It's all original work, just a Frankenstein of older writes of mine.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/647868/ Why I Watch the Tiles Why do they move? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/645889/ Coco Too much water and fog lately. I gotta branch out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/641933/ I'm Only Happy When You're Sad Lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/627881/ Wire Models Of Models My friends all suck http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/627880/ What Dance Begins At Dusk A long, depressing metaphor for a bit of a screw up in my past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/625940/ Box Talks I seem to get better responses when I write in this style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/625108/ The Demeter Insert Description Here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/625099/ Making This Up As I Go Pretty much just logged on this morning and-- well-- made this up as I went. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/624974/ Cyclic The endless cycle that myself and my closest companions go through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/620430/ Tialopsis Pronounced "Shallow Seas" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617265/ High-- on life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617264/ Passenger Car The title really has so little to do with the actual poem. I just liked it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617263/ While Talking, No-- Singing To A Tree So depressed over a stupid situation, I actually sat in the woods with my guitar and sang to a tree. Here are the words as best I remember them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617262/ Dichromaesthetic Two beautiful colors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617261/ St. Joseph Sitting in the hospital lobby, waiting to know if I'd killed you yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617260/ Quiet Keys Wrote it on the fly, feeling sorry for myself on Facebook chat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617259/ Gin Filter WWHD (What would Hemingway do?) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617258/ To My Very Wrong Friend I'm always right... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617257/ Samuel I hate you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617256/ Poem Number Sixteen The sixteenth poem I scribbled into my little notebook. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617255/ Come, I Sitting in a waiting room, waiting to hear if I had liver failure or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617254/ Sonnet #1 My first attempt at an Italian Sonnet, dedicated to my loveliest Rachel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617253/ Salvador I was supposed to be working, but, rather, I spent my time writing this on a menu. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617252/ Distant I'm tired of writing descriptions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617251/ Ghost! Ghost! Almost a happy poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617250/ Wallow-- Just sitting there, hating myself, scribbling on a Happy Meal bag. At least I got a toy out of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617249/ Temporary Probably the only religious poem I'll ever do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617248/ Natural Whatever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617247/ Hunch Stand up straight, Darling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617243/ A Conversation Set To Meter Pretty self explanatory title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617241/ Travail Always slipping away, that day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617239/ Spring I'm far from a vampire, but I believe I have a neck fetish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617238/ Whisper She was obsessed with Japan. I thought it Ironic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617237/ You This is it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617235/ Pink Rim, Blue Rim I saw an attractive girl with pink rimmed glasses across the room, so I looked down through my blue rimmed glasses and scribbled this on a place mat. Found it again when I moved out of my dorm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rob-Tedrick/617234/