http://slow.writerscafe.org/SpokenWord The original writings of author SpokenWord en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981026 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is love after all?Is it this persistent, consistent nudging, pushing, pursuing feelingI have to be near younext to youjust always in your presenceknowing that if eternity could possible happen in one momentthat eternity could never satisfy my desire to be close to youto touch you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/1717191/ BDSM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/1699667/ "Who am I?"Every tear that I've cried only blinded the fears deep insideMy heart is held captive by burnt memories from yesterday's pastLike a little boy, I have build walls made of solid steel, around my entire beingOnce cursed by Venus, abandoned by God, my soul, tormented by Karma's kissI am diff.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/1472999/ Erotica http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/1011036/ They don't know the time that had pastthe many months she sat at the table made of stonethumbing through the remains of his caucussearching for the missing pieces of his puzzlehis blood dark like black liquorishthick as burnt oil consumed by thirstsaturated into his broken bones of dustsoiled trust .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/832569/ Inspired by the many conversations with poetic friends on this site http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/794975/ This poem was inspired by Liza the Lioness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/794642/ What if it was possible to getyour life long dreamif as magic it came into beingwould you believe it to beor would you question it eternally?How is it possible for the Sun and Moonto line up so perfectlylike a total eclipse of the heartharmony on a molecular levela living fantasy made into fleshfrom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/792131/ I am the after thought of the dusttrampled under the soul of her footmy spine pulverized by the beauty of her fleshit's fragments cut deep into my gutreleased poisons of my mindas memories once kept hidden in the darkness of my heartemerged brilliantly into her light"Broken, so broken you are!"She s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/791045/ For Mature Audience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/790285/ Everybody knows that they are guiltyEverybody knows that they have liedEverybody knows...That we close our eyes to being humanwhile draping impunity over our skinour cloak of protection above our sinsparting our soul from our fleshwe embrace knowledge instead of wisdomintelligent enough to send men .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/788818/ "God grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/777436/ Written just because I can http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/771263/ His hand ran over his linen pants, unintended reaction to her outward beauty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/768245/ Truth isn't for the faint of heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/767599/ Inspired by "My Grendel~ A Poem by Selene" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/758972/ I laid in silenceas her eyes planted seedswith roots that coiledaround my brain steamstrangled thoughts of deviationsforgotten, lost in the ages ofpretend and make believeShe drank from my mindnightmares of a childaccepted me as manbroken by her denialteased by her DominanceI had no idea what I aske.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/757564/ One month,three days and sixteen hourstime takeson new meaningwhen you don’town your own pleasuresaid theDominant to the submissiveas sheswooned him with wordsof endearment,pointing between his legs Mine, she called himmy s**t, my w***e, my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/756475/ Within the darkness of commonalityunder an old blanket made of fake furhides a little boy who dreams of badgirlswho carried themselves as if they weremen Jackbe nimble, Jack be quick, Jackcan’t jump over society’s stereotypes Blisters.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/756363/ Safe, Sane, Consensual http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/745378/ I don't know if this will be considered a true mimic but it was fun trying to mimic Selene http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/736520/ Do you fear or Do you love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/735304/ Adult Version of Alice in Wonderland http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/729350/ A morning of reflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/728992/ One soul, one voice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/728022/ I lay to rest my withered bodyinto a box made of black lilacsfertilizer of the earth's hearttears flow filled with salt and stoneButterflies dance with natures breezegood morning heartache sings in streamsbeneath the sand of time memories loomwhere I dream through winter's bluesThe summers sun shatt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/725751/ I remember watching the preacher manperform illusions from his pulpit of make believehe told us stories about living life as a lambin a world full of wolves that are huntedby the endangered bald eagle from aboveDo you really think I believe that God intended for me to hurtwhen his only begotten son .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/723355/ A brief return to my old form after being inspired so richly this weekend. This poem is mostly a release of pinned up energy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/722122/                       Is there nothing left between us?she felt seared heat rip throughivory pearled shoulder bladesfrom his knife made of empty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/717122/ an indirect challenge write from a spiritual friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/715332/ Cupid returned to find them sitting silentlyas they faced away from each other they dreamed quietly within their own mindstheir third eyes were closed to the universeas much as their hearts were closed to loveHow could this be? he wondered with frustrationsjust three months ago they were madly in lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/712561/ I challenge you writing prompt #1 Human Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/710116/ Days of innocent love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/708837/ Being envious and living in the past is no way to love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/707595/ Prompt: Write to this picture...any topic that fits it and in a dark/surreal nature. Catch: Write it in 10 minutes (prep and editing can take longer) Answer to "Hair of the Dog" OnTap#7 Prompt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/703138/                              Under the cover of nightthree men searched for hidden treasures.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/702780/              She glimpsed into the mirroras she primped her curly black hairplump lips perked a smile hid behind her smirkbubbly eyes gazed over Mandingo treatsShe wondered if he would stand the test of time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/700767/ Written to Jimi Hendrix's song "Born Under a Bad Sign" a story about the affects of family secrets kept hidden from a child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/698209/ A fictional story about Passion without Love to guide it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/697037/ Greg made his way outside about twenty minutes after Gail and Troy.  He leaned against the post for a few moments letting his head clear from all the smoking he had done.  Gail and Troy had a beach ball and were tossing it back and fourth to each other.  Troy waved Greg over trying to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/691525/ Jack's eyes opened to blackness at firsthe thought maybe he was dead until the overhead light swung forwardshinning light before himVelvet was standing over his lappeering down at him with a smileand the barrel of her gun rubbing sensually over her lipsStartled, Jack tried to reach for the gun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/690453/ A challenge write from Jibey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/688388/ Never judge a book by it's cover http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/687870/ This story is fictional, the names are real and the outcome is true but the account is total fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/687028/ Sometimes our past haunts us and we are unable to ever heal from it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/684142/ have I ever told you in the pasthow I love the way you look in black?it contrasts greatly against your skinmaking you stand out in highlightsfrom the way your hair outlines your facewith red streamed across your lipsyou looked at me and time became fragmentedI was lost in your alabaster here afterI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/683243/ What you are attracted too isn't always what you love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/682104/ What profits a man if he gains the world and losses his soul in the process? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/681572/ What do you see when you look into a mirror? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/681085/ Have you ever dreamed that you were once someone else? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SpokenWord/680185/