http://slow.writerscafe.org/hattress The original writings of author harlem_knight en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004895 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Do you know what it feels like to crumble and donate your crumbs to someone else's full plate. To be awoke in a nightmare and still dream of better daysLike really? Do you know how empty it feels to be void? To fall in love with warm fairytales and have to accept a cold reality. Do you know how i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1869705/ Head of stateTo the states we headTo burn this stakeTill the witch is deadHead of stateMust state it's headOr bodies will dropOur people are deadRebels they said News misprint, we misreadThe people lay famishedThe government well fedPain is the norm, Ego transformsMa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1866102/ Fall's falling leavesOn trembling treesBended on the brink Ofbrokenness-Dance dauntingly until expiration.Meanwhile Giggles of youth areWrinkled in old age.The middle Childs knack For finding place is this.Time tells - tall tales in fact,Middle children find truth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1863440/ How silly of youTo look into the eyes of this fire and feel as if it would douse your ownTo walk barefoot in hell and resent your charred toesThe ones I would rub when your days were longer than your patience Before we knew that this magic had an expiration dateHow silly of you to expect .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1862616/ A gun away from killing.A dad away from prison A period away from sentences the judge is givingA tear drop way from sadnessA mom away from familyA step away from heaven, Where the hell is your directionA mark away from questioning A wronger way to writeA balance check away from contemp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1845345/ These days I find it hard to writeThese nights I find it hard to sleepThese moments tend to get lost to nostalgia And these memories are elusivedare say im.... Stuck.Between what it should beAnd what it isBetween where I amAnd where I beenAnd above all else if that ain't enough, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1843370/ A poem inspired by a homevisit yesterday. The client lived alone and needed assistance but Noone has seen him in months. It really got me thinking about life and death and the difference people make. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1843304/ I am that selfie that never made itThat bad angle that made your lips look too big or your head too smallI am every left swipe that really deserved a right. A hidden jewel amongst instagram ordained perfection.I am the unconscious waste of a vain cultureOver saturated with perfect bone st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1829308/ We both know that deep down the feeling is still deep downIts alright to hate me nowI let Victoria keep it, im no good with secrets nowIts alright to hate me nowI thought that love was all we needed, I thought I wouldnever be mistreatedYou probably felt the same, oh how I hate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1823830/ Where dreams collideShe said Meet me here,In between heartfelt kissesAnd hot chocolate with marshmallowsWhere the horizon is never more than a glance away.You told me you would meet me here where our dreams integrated with the Crimson skyAnd our futures became similies like smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1817535/ She wanted to be loved completelyShe wanted to be loved as close as skiis on fresh snowSmooth.She wanted to be let loose to a type of love that would never let her goAnd she herself would clinch it's very existence from her palms to her fingertips and leave her fingerprints ingrained in a lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1749511/ My version of spirituality is listening to ultralight beam on my am commute when Lord knows I should be praying. Anything to feel closers without moving forward. So I stand still. With hopes that my intent will lead to conviction or that my judgement will be placed on hold at least for this moment. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1748393/ This is the prerequisite of my future existence.  this is the twirling sticks of my soon to be flame.  Fire’s take patience and dedication,  and a sort of tenderness you only find in creators in order to produce something with such a thirst for destruction.  To give birth t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1743112/ You mustn't tread lightly through uncharted hearts; as to not be noticed. Instead, march vehemently into the depths like the mightiest of warriors-chanting battle songs of victories won and blazing a trail of flames so intense,and a ferociousness so far from apologeticthat even the devil himself wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1729822/ free write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1727144/ Contemporary melodies play in the heads of the nostalgic. Forgoingthe problems of today, the introvert, they label them-Escapes through rhythmsand waves that were manifested well before their own interpretation.  Before the worlds of quality existed andgradient levels gave value.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1724649/ Wonder why we wear masks?Make me manifest myself.New flesh is forced to drink from flasksof fire giveth wealth.Obscene in nature some would say,to those who care to sit and wait.Defile thy self and skip decay!Coffins come cheaper by the day.An artful arranged arrogance,An air thick with impenitence,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1724638/ I slit my wrist in hopes to bleed out my heart..............I wanted to feel the way I felt when we first met.S**t. I wanted to feel something.So I poured it all out on paper like a suicide note in hope that it will bring us closer to hope.The irony in that is in my last breath, it was your name I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723984/ Did he buy you flowers darling?did he compliment your grace or the way you tilt your head up when the world is on your shouldersDid he take his time in the beginning and then arch your back with his hands did he make you tremble.Did he whisper your real name in your ear like “Love”i wann.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723977/ He was your Sunday morning ritualYou blessed him with your lips and spoke in tongues to his soul.On bended knee you catered to his insecurities and rejoiced at the feeling…The feeling of feeling something so powerful it is comparable to the God they told you about.Something that moves mountai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723974/ What is God’s hueIs it a soulful blue Encompassing the hope in all the prayers sent upOr is it a vibrant yellow with a ferocious intensity to light the darkest of soulsGod only knows but i like to think it’s a cotton candy pink. Fluffy and weightless as a spaceship on the brink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723971/ We were sinnersThat still ain’t stop GodAnd we prayed and we prayed for a better lifeBut we were too involved.We were sinnersBut that still didn’t stop GodEach night we called on him to end all this Not knowing exactly where we startedForgiveness was unfamiliar Well, because we were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723964/ This one’s for the books.For the nights I should of kept it to myself instead of bleeding my heart in front of innocent bystanders For the days I called your name instead of mineThis is for those of us who spend our time wasting time.Whose resentment cuts like sharp edges some of us need .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723928/ I’m usually that toxic person that your mother warned you about.The situation you must recognize and get out before it’s too lateI’m the guy they always write quotes about on instigram, twitter, Facebook.Hell even in the MySpace days when I was kicking it with Tom I didn’t kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723927/ It’s 2:10 and I’m listening to sam smith’s “like I can” as a means of blocking you out of my head, only for the moment of coarse Earlier it was 1:15 and your smell spread across my room like your perfect smile.At midnight I caught myself looking at pictures you pos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723916/ Stars shine like the eyes of the pureAnd moons are fullSome are wise.But most are foolsSome use love as their only weaponWhile others choose hateMany don’t know which to pickBut all of us debateWonder if our purpose hereTo show the world what we know to be clearOr time aside with minds alikeAr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723912/ I amOnly poetic When my wordsTend toGo UnnoticedNaturally IRecite my lifeIn hopesThat tomorrowNeverComesOr that Life never dies;But fires aren’tFor eternityEven suns burn outWith time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723910/ The hardest thing I’ve ever done I have yet to doI am the boy who cried wolf one too many timesI’m an emotional abuser, a liar, a wordsmith, a creator of fake realitiesI sit in the darkness of my mind and invite company just to steal their lightI am a parasiteI feed on the insecurities o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723909/ she unstrapped the ends of my strait jacketand whispered to my insanity"be free"surely she is a few patients short of a whole asylumto allow me to use her love as my prescription drug.but without her, i would of never known the depths of my own madnessa taste of my own lunacy.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723784/ Terror sweeps the faces of the left behind'front mirrors for sanity,they cling to their reflectionin hopes to embrace their dejection one mustn't look awaythe system isn't set up to sustainthe brains of those who straysobe brave, and, above all things,behave.find a box...it doesn't have to be your s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1723773/ i used to step like*actsout step*i used to practice mysteps to the rhythm of my heartbeat, swaying my hips, clapping my hands, stompingmy feeti used to step like slapslap, clap clap, jump girl jump, run girl run, beating my chest till it wasnumb yes that was my drum and i used to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1716149/ He sits alone at a bar... His olive jacket layed half-hazardly across the steel bar stool he carelessly plops into.  It is clear he is a regular.  His face worn with indifference, and a bit too unkept to be owned by anyone, not even himself.  Besides this, his coarse hair over his top.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1689943/ To what degree am I a Poet?Must I have a PHD in English Literature and be well versed in late English poets?Surely, I am no poet then.Should I cross "i"s and dot "t"s only after being instructed on the right way of doing things?Does this make my words heavier- the syntax of it all?Is this even a poe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1689920/ Dear future wife, you don’t know me yet but every night I pray for youI wonder how your doing and If you think about me tooToday my aunt asked about you and if I was ready.I told her no.Wait let me explainCause see there has been many before you whose feelings I’ve nurtured and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1689829/ This feels new to mefor you to not be you for mefor you to not swoon for meexcuse me, this is very new to me for me to loose words through blank stares,very new.... Hey are you there?-To look the love of my life in the eyesand see you here....very very new to me seems our fiery handshave h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1689052/ I wanted you back like yesterdayLonging with grief and regretWe met, then parted ways like wavesWe were not strong enough to stand the tideAnd the moon is unforgiving. I still want you like sanityYou fill my head with thoughts unfamiliar to myselfAnd the pills never are enough.Clearly I am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1688959/ Ive never seen foreverBut lord knows i cant waitFor tomorrows loveTo erase yesterday's heartbreakIve never seen foreverCan you please set the dateMake sure we're right on timeAnd nothing is in the wayTell them to be readyFor we could be stars Tell them forever is far But we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1688869/ its hard to pinpoint how i feel at any given moment, and to be honest, i dont know if i want to.  If i were to tap into this black hole i am sure i would come undone.  Feelings dont exist outside the matrix of ourselves so theses 0s and these 1�™s are merely idiomatic exp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1688849/ Whats inside of you,dear, holds the light of the universe. They like to say its nothing but blackness out there but its all a lie.They fail to account for the stars. We’ve seen blackness. The type of unapologetic dark that eyelids are made of; it spreads as wide as pupils can cover unt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1686923/ One day we will look back on all of this with a smile, I hope.  That day we will be entirely two different people, living entirely two different lives, probably two places as far away from each other as we are now mentally.  On that day I will smile knowing that who I am is because of us.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1686591/ You were my Shakespearean muse, you wrote sonnets with your bare fingers that wont be reprized until we are no more. we created ballets with our hearts, and ryhme with our reason, see, we made music whereever we were. You were poetry, and I... another tragic poet awaiting my chance to create with t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1686498/ I. Carnal She rides the roots of loveAs if the soil isnt enoughVenus, she calls herself, Could only make sense to The Gods andI am no immortalShe teaches me to Inspect with careful fingersLike a surgeon I am a new born And in front of meLies my maturity As we lay On the sun Consumed in passionate fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1686489/ Snowy wonderlandWhere Jack Frost dwellsSuch a contrast from Fiery pits of hellIf Heaven is in armsReach and our fingertipsAre magnets, let’s Stretch from here to forever.If hell is one step awayLet’s stand hereIn between.The moon melts snow tooIt’s warmth second to oneIt smiles kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1686483/ Emancipate my spirit and set me free But that still don’t give me no identity Hand me my walking papers, Teach me to read But that still don’t give me no identity Send me back oversees To be with the ones that look like me But that still do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1685736/ Sweet praise dance Upon the lips of Sinners where the Deceased lay lame For all eternity And lie no longer A lone snowflake Falls in a late February flurry. Fitting for the season Whilst winter wonders Why we walk. Our prints covere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1685727/ This liquor burns my lips like our last kiss did.See you tricked me. I didn’t know my days were numberedI would of counted a bit more slowlyI would of held you close to me to feel each heart beat and let the rythem melt into my skin, vibrate to my soul to feel you one last time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1684764/ My nyc hasn't been too good to meShe sections me off in back alley streetsUnder low light and static from tvsMy nyc ain't all its cracked up to beMy nyc hasn't been to good to meShe abandoned my dreams prematurely.She built a fortress around me ignoring the fact I was caged in.No .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1684257/ My art teacher says that true love bears fruit as sweet as honey dew.This reminds me of my adolescent years when loving myself was harder each day and the road to affinity felt more like an infinity with crackling embers around campfires and frostbitten hands.I found I was a mosaic of a pers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1684218/ Ashes to ashesDust to dustFrom dusk till dawnWe die, we hushThe world watchesAnd so does GodWho would of knownlife should be this hardAshes to ashesAnd dust to dustAnother dead manIs never enoughChained up with cuffsAnd tied to hopeOur body’s hang hung With e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1684213/ Trees tremble at promises tomorrow never cared enough to keep here in sunset park-lovers sit at the edgeof dawn awaiting forever andthe purplish, red horizon integrateswith space. Stars are brilliantyet quiet and secrets die herewith none to keep them alive.Fiery ants sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hattress/1684211/