http://slow.writerscafe.org/inkslinger12 The original writings of author InkSlinger en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990507 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The big brass bed. She sleeps alone in a big brass bedFull of memories, and his scentThe pillows no longer holding their shapeso she stacks them high like her hopes.The patchwork quiltshe covers her bed with is like her love li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/1149676/ The corners of a room vacated long agohold the secrets of this dilapidated lifehidden under the layers of dustmoments happy, and others full of strife.The windows of a room vacated long agorefuse to offer even a little hint of lighthidden under the layers of grimethei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/1149674/ Sitting herein the dark aloneI draw inthe last breathof this dying day.Hoping your memorywill be enoughto carry me throughthe long nightwaiting ahead of me.I wake, earlyif sleep, has graced mewillingly kissed me,with her soothing dusteach m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/1149671/ My chest swells with your thoughtsmy heart beats faster, uncontrolledwaiting, on a whisper, hopingevery waking moment fills barren coffers.Long left empty, resemblingstale crumbs of love, mere morselsfaded, dried flowers left leaflessfilling a vase, white ringed and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/1149670/ Sometimes lust decides for us... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/1060741/ The musk of the early morning risesto meet my falling breathawakened by thundering voicelong left lifeless in morbid death.Rising from the earth, of molded clayhaving long drawn, this weary soul beporcelain bones, shattered and tatteredonce again giving life for theeArise onc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/825455/     The shorten days of late summer warmedthe house, and made it feel inviting. But outside, the song birds,once so abundant grew scant. The squirrels which normally raced backand forth collecting nuts for the long winter months ahead, all butdisappeared. Even the small herd o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/825070/ She stood in the window'slightlavished in the morning sun.Points high, firm and pertIwas distracted.She stood in the doorwaydressed inmatching blackof silk so smooth, trimmed in laceMyinterest... piqued.She stood by the bedlooking longinglyinto my faceof dark curls, and green eyesMy inhi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/817688/     Abby thought back to the day they firstfound the house. It was on the back page of the real estate listing,really only a small one or two line advertisement but it caught hereye nonetheless, perhaps it was the “just reduced” tag thatscreamed out with bold red l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/815192/    Jonathan Andrews pulled into his usualparking spot. The dark blue BMW was his pride and joy. Stacked to thehilt. Leather seats, heated. Sun roof, tinted. A navigation system todie for, unfortunately nothing in the car could guide his moralcompass.   In business, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/812406/ Reticense impregnates these deafenedears,Like a cicadas' song on a warm summerbreeze...Full of life, rhyme and reason, Abruptly, and deliberately aware.. My silence, my deafening silenceIs silent no more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/811128/ I've been standing outside your memory, looking in...                 I've been looking for meaning, finding none,Crying inside my heart, always holding back...          .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/809421/     Abby Green woke in a cold sweat. Herface and chest soaked in the horror of the nightmare still clingingto her. The images etched into her mind, so vivid and dark theyshook her down to the core.     She hadn’t been able to sleep forwell over a mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/805619/ It doesn't matter what I sayyou never understood that part of meI don't know how I got hereI just stop living. I just stopped caring.Your rancor of who I amonly reinforces my long held suspicions.This depression decays my inner lining,festering until the last thread of good.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/805033/ Lay open your propitious soul..bare witness to grief's penitencebring forth the suckle of forgivenessthat hope may flourish in the morrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/803090/ Fleeting memories pass bylike flashes of light on a window pane.Frolicking in the whimsical jest ofnotions, long past but still retained.Thoughts of you bring tears,weighted in unresolved sorrow.Unlike yesterday's promisefor me, there will be no tomorrow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/799660/ Green, grows the grasshigh along the mountainsidethere among the heather, and wild thymewhere love bloomed, and love died.She held her innocence nearand he honored her with his heartnever pushing between themher kiss, he held sacred from the start.He held her closelying there, together in the tall g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/734820/ Words fall silenton deafened earswhisked away on a changing windbroken promises full of tearsfallen grace from faultless sin.Goodbye to you my lovera bruised flower shaken loose from the inner seedwords left unspoken, often feltbut never really given heed.Friendshipslast a lifetimelong after anger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/725321/ it sure feels cold in here todayalone, hidden behind these disownedwallsforgotten... forgottenalways wishing, hoping someone wouldcallconfined to these riddled roomsthe world outside looks away ondreadful plightthe sun leaves streaks in flattenedhollowed eyesand tears blot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/689475/ Like a ghost long given lifefighting each shallow breath in errhollowed, harried, and hauntedlove will never satisfy the emptinessin herin her lonely deperation,she clings tight to that bitter tearmake up streaming the length of herfaceleaving black trails of staining smear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/687692/ God grant me strengthrouse vigorouslythis vessel of claybolster this enervated soulthat I might rise yet another day.Give me mortal strengthaccede me this day’s breathuntil morning is nigh, peaceful I shall once more evade death.Settle this heavy heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/670163/ Forty days I have wanderedthe arid hallways of a depleted soulhungering for love’s perfectknowledgethirsting inspiration in weary hold. My brow heavy, lays glistening, blistered by the brilliance of the sunbarren thoughts, aimless I wanderthe broken path has left me u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/666907/ Her essence clings to my bedHer taste stains my skinHer scent hangs on my handsTogether we have sinnedHer smile lights the darkHer words stir my heart againI feel her closer than any other.Together we have sinnedShe has loved me in angstIn sweltering fevered skinMaking lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/666079/ the negatives, a favor, a tail from a greasy kinda fella.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/663847/      Another Friday night shaping up asthey always had... He was late, and mother insisted that I track hisworthless a*s down. It was quiet common at this point, so much thateven the bar keep expected to see me roll in past the front door. Just like clock work, a large s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/661851/ Love is conflicting, confusing, we search for love, fall victim to it's perils, and just when we have reached our end, an equal reaches out and brush against us, giving us hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/661158/ Spider returns, a hot tail, and a shot of whiskey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/659842/ My fatehas been sealedlong beforeI’ve been given choiceWithin these veins, roils a diseasein which I have been given no voice.In hallowed graceeven broken, swollento fail, I shall nottired hands, twistingeach knuckle within they rotI can not hope to escapenot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/657755/ Written for a group challenge.. It is not biographical. 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I questioned...How much?, when all that was laid out in promise has been washed away, how much after dreams have been builtstacked high in expectations, one after another, only to have them pried out from one’s firm grasp. How much time is enough?.. I questioned...H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/637346/ Trapped within a loveless marriage, she escapes within the words she writes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkslinger12/636439/