http://slow.writerscafe.org/dadms53101 The original writings of author Phillip Francis en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990564 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We are children,disguised as adults.America is divided;each side aspiring different results.   We are children,pretending that we care.America is misled; eachcommunity is easy to scare. We are children, nolonger evolving.America is complacent;ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1881182/ Sleepless nights lead to implorable days, walking the streets as a vagrant. Lifeless in the eyes, fog clouds the brain, lethargically pushing through routine commuters.Never truly awake nor ever truly at rest, pain is everlasting. Body depleted, time wasted the clock keeps ticking, as the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1833581/ Contemplating ever changing landscapes shrouded with uncertainty,riddled in self doubt, overpowered by the burden I carry daily, gradually I crumble,struggling to provide the life this household deserves.I am grateful for you.I am grateful for our children. I am grateful for our ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1816240/ A nation overwhelming in power, topping in prosperity, swimming in equity,We are miserable.Walking the streets, my ears can't help but capture complaint after complaint after complaint.Drowning in self pity, eyes filled with tears, crying out to anyone who will listen, the sounds of an infant, comin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1816211/ I dream of a day when I don't have to carry the burden I've bestowed onmyself. A day when the force on my shoulders is no longer so severe.  Tired.Weak.Lethargic.Ifind myself pressing forward, feet encased in concrete blocks, mind edged in avise, Goliath's foot press.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1796179/ I've squandered a slew of time pondering perceptionsof others, enslaved by negative thinking, isolating myself in an inescapable, selfimposed life sentence of anxiety and fear. I've hidden from adventure, foregonenew experiences and strayed away from meaningful relationships , under themis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1788553/ The tragedy of life is realizing mortality.Sleepiness nights born of unrealistic expectations, debilitating stress accompanied by clogging processed foods, growing discontent for brothers and sisters, chasing materialistic object after materialistic object that provide opportunity to gloat, dem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1786899/ The day is new and you are born again. Therising sun unveils a new opportunity to be the best you, you can be. There isonly one and there is no other like you. Strive to lift yourself beyond thebullshit that inundates life. You are beautiful.Share it. You are intelligent. Share.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1785513/ I decided to take a long walk. The day was perfect. Blue skies as far as the eye can see, a cool breeze breaking up the early summer heat, and the smell of blooming flowers dancing gracefully in the air. I missed most of it, chained to a desk, a prison of cubicle walls, relentlessly degraded; the ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1784041/ Lookingback, I only try to glance. I findit difficult, as I'm continuously caught in a trance.My pasthaunts me.I struggle to simply let it be.Facesswim around my brain.Visions of lovers and friends who no longer remain.Significantencounters that changed my way of thinki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1777593/ I'm convinced when people meet me for the first time theirperception is not favorable. I can hear their voices inside of my head..... he'sarrogant.....he's an a*****e.......he thinks....... he's thinks he's betterthan everyone else......he's angry..... he's bored......he's weird...... he'dra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1771491/ From the moment I took my first breath, you started to look after me. For this, I thank you. No matter if we are together or miles apart, I'm always comforted to know there is someone in this crazy world that has my best interest at heart. I thank you. You set forth a path that w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1770851/ In the absence of confidence, we areprone to supplement with conformity. Obedience is the mask of Death with tyrannicalhands strangling liberty.  When we accommodatesocial norms we play into the hands of the privileged.  We must question and push the bounds ofcomfort.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1767386/ It's become difficult to catch mybreath,everybody wants something, there isalways somewhere to be, something to do, losing touch with the here and now, treading to keep my head above water. Drowning Time is racing, I can't keep up, picking up speed jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1761963/ While savoring the green tea that hadjust finished boiling in the pot, I made myself cozy and waited to take asip, as it was still far too hot.  Takeing a deep breath I was starting toenjoy  this self imposed suspension. When something  outside demanded my attent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1752146/ The overalldemand required to sustain our relationship has taken its toll, you crave myattention, prevent me from leading a tranquil life, causing me more pain thanelation, if I may be so blunt... I'm sick of it. I'm sick of your lies. I'm sick of your selfishness. I'm sick of your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1748498/ There are days I look at you and it's as if I no longer knowwho you are, I'm filled with anger and resentment, everything you provide istainted, memories meaningless, animosity boils inside me, calculating heinous acts of violence, in hopes of maliciously destroying your name.I used to embra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1744947/ There aretimes in my life when I question myworthiness. My mind, an everlasting carousel of self doubt, continuallyinvestigating why, of all the men on this earth, she picked me, a man who doesnot match her intellect, who is inferior to her courage, and secondary to herkindness.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1741269/ Paralyzed,the glow of my computer screen illuminates my face, pins and needles radiatethrough my extremities, hot flashes consuming breath, heart rapidly pumps bloodto alleviate, sweat permeates on the brow. I am frozen.Constraint ...breath in...breath out... desperat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1740220/ Tired, bored, and disheartened, I sit in the back of my parents 1994 maroon Chevy Blazer, the air is thick, and it's difficult to breathe. My father refuses to put on the AC, because gas prices have recently skyrocketed and he feels it's a luxury that only steals his hard earne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1732950/ I've witnessed the grotesque face of the human spirit, walkedthe path of vagrants, winos, and illicit cranks, vomiting in the alleywaysand dumpsters making excuses and telling lies. I've watched corruption torment the beliefs of good men, cheated of their aspirations, feeding on broken promi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1732185/ Darkness,silence, the neglected house stands still.  Commotion begins tobreed life. The boiler starts to rumble, the pipes passing hot water give wayto the sounds of wooden floor boards creaking. Fear is the fertilizationproviding nutrition for the anxiety the grows in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1732134/ Awake..... I can hardly open my eyes, I groan softly as Iput my feet on the floor. Slowly, navigating through the darkness, I discover thedoor knob.Opening the door, my ears, gaping like a sloth from my comatosestate, detect the faint sounds of a percolating elixir from the kitchen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1730511/ Cloaked in a mask, roaming within a banal sensibility,experimenting with interpretation.  Self inflicted conviction, motivated by fear.Sentence is a trite existence. Welcome change.  Discard the disguise, invent excitement,free your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1726804/ Abruptly woken from a sound sleep. Absorbing terror. Perspiration floods my brow. Hard to breathe, without you.  Days drag on, nights never ending. Senselessly traveling  through mundane tasks. A walking corpse. Purpose escapes me, without you. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1724148/ Segregation from society leads to poverty of the mind. Attention dwindles down dangerous paths. There are no guard rails, no yellow lines, nothing to guide the way. The road is dark, there is no light. Hazardous terrain forbids safe travels. Fear has risen. It cannot find th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1723324/ I’m tired ofstress. My heart isheavy and life is a mess.  Slowlydrowning, gasping for air. Searchingfor release, it's difficult to bare.  I have noanswers, no plan of action. Slippingaway, it’s hard to find traction.  Bargain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1722520/ Living too fast. Forever forgetful. Time will never last. Pursuit of perfection. Wasted energy. Constant state of rejection. Embrace the present. Joyful surroundings.Experience to invent.  Remember to smile. Healthy endeavor. Dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1718466/ I saw a pretty picture, it made mefeel blessed. The allure was overwhelming, leavingtightness in my chest.  Photorealism in style, I wish I couldtouch. Close my eyes to see it, this image,now my crutch.  Elegant canvas, reaching out to grab myheart. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1717099/ This was written to question the value of being alone. I am not professing to be an expert on how to handle the feeling, but simply questioning my own feelings and how to balance them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1717043/ Unable to concentrate, can't changewhat I've said. At that very moment, all I saw wasred.  Struggling to complete the simplesttask. Regretting my actions, forgiveness isall I ask.  Constant pain, tortured soul. I need you back, to make me whole. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1716181/ Sun glistens of the fresh powder. Laughs of frolicking children growslouder.  Bitter chill infiltrates bones. Adolescents spirit feel nothing,embracing joyous tones.  Elder minds reminisce of abandoned days.Joyous adventures and the snow theygrazed.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1715305/ A short playful twist on the phrase "If the shoe fits". This phrase is commonly used as a way of suggesting that someone should accept a generalized remark or criticism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1713520/ Perceptionrepaired by positive experience rejuvenates reflections of environment.Pessimistic behavior blinds gratifying action silencing consciousness.  Pleasure is not granted at birth. One onlyobtains this feeling through concentrated effort. With the passing of time,comes w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1712781/ Tide is turning, the sea begins tocalm. Morning sun slices through the clouds, life slowly awakens. A salty breeze gently caresses myface, overcome by sensations of relief. Gazing at the horizon, where theocean intersects the sky, weight soars from these shoulders.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1710969/ A poem for my children http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1708933/ Perplexed Perception.Surging Skepticism. Baffled by behavior, still feared thisday would come.  Deceit Disclosed. Passion Primal.  Animosity has matured, no longer I playdumb.  Committed Concern. Hollow Heart.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1708161/ Smooth talking will not get you far.Spouting elegant words, I know who you are. Speak freely, till you're blue in the face.I'll stay attentive, you don't deserve such grace. Now the lecture is over, your lungs are out of air.Focus on my smile, displaying how little I care. Words hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1707568/ I'm not a religious man, nor is this a religious piece. My hope is that each reader takes their own perspective and takes a second to be thankful their source of support. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1707499/ Journey to escape.Journey to recreate . Journey to explore the landscape.A journey to learn your fate.Curiosity endlessly breeds within, attention grazes itssurroundings like a buffalo in the prairie, the excitement cannot be harnessed.Heavens are boundless, future is hazy, d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1707111/ What to say? My hands are tied. I carry no resentment, I take it all in stride. Honest nature, reveals its mask. Pain is fleeing, put away the flask. No control when they prefer corruption. I'm not responsible for this rapid disruption. Once so close, we've drifted apar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1706971/ Let's not sleep tonight, pack a bag. Let's take a ride. We'll drive until the wheels fall off, then walk till our legs begin to shake. We can head West. No place in particular. Take in the beauty, hide from the unsavory characters. Let's embrace this time together, shared ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1706893/ A precious gift never to forfeit. Often taken for granted, until it disappears. Providing warmth and shelter from turmoil. At times, adding strenuous weight and discomfort. Requiring continuous effort and attention. Nourishment prescribed for growth.  Feelings only know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1706363/ I suffer from Generalized Anxiety Disorder. I decided to to right a short piece during a recent panic attack. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1705785/ I often find myself coping to stay afloat I've never been one to Idolize myself, nor gloatA generation being pulled in different directions Our souls have been sliced open for dissections Vanished, are our father's dreamsSociety constantly ignores our screamsRealizing our goals have b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1704666/ The wind whispers softly on a crisp winter night.Darkness fills the heavens. In the distance are the faint sounds of the masses pushing their way home.The hustle is ending. Sullenness is just beginning. As I carelessly walk the wooden path, I take solace in the tranquility that surrou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1704548/ For my wife. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1704196/ The landscape isrestless, the objective is excess. Strange faces inundateour vision, empathy is lost. The nation feeds offthe misfortune of others, like vultures from a carcass. Community vanished,we've forfeited compassion and compensated with narcissism.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1704192/ Look, ground shakes, a fever breaksLook, wind grows stronger, fear sustained longerLook, children weep, the parricides creepLook, fire burns tall, sky begins to fallLook, birth of anarchy, gives way to malicious monarchyLook, as the sweat rushes down my face, a scream from adis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1704191/ Comfortable chair, empty roomChaotic silence, voices loom Settle in, loosen upEmbrace distress, swig a cup The tide is  turning, the world is touched Our souls are spinning, the ground we clutched Darkness falls, disguising lightSteady the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dadms53101/1704190/