http://slow.writerscafe.org/aRt The original writings of author Art Freeman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979570 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When a man...loves a bookworm... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/1198586/ suppose you werejust a mold of whatyour soul used to holdor used to be;so cold, exposedto the winter breeze.suppose you wereso despondent;robbed of it:everythingthat once made sense.tired of making plansonly to loseyour only chance.taking a standand breaking the thingsyou hold dearin your hands.hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/995955/ All of a sudden, there's a push; a shove. And then, a shout; a scream. Someone's down. "Get down!" yells a friend. I can only make out his tone of voice, his fear i can recognize through the clouds of smoke. I hear footsteps at first. My own fear grabs a hold of my nerves, it tightens it's grip. I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/721539/ "...the dreaming tree has died..." -- DMB http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/721538/ "...behind a smiling providence...i hide a frowning face..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/721467/ ...when misery needs company... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/709536/ wrote this walking in the rain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/689492/ quiet  infantsseeking attentionundividedtwinswith siameseaffectionstimes threeconnectedtripletsby divineinterventiona connectionme inside youunitedperfection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/672215/ ...I wrote this poem when I had had enough of failed friendships... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/581717/ A poem for thoughts there are no words for... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/509590/ just came out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/477859/ Inspired from Gary Zukav's "The Seat of the Soul" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/356048/ Love or Lust?...you decide! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/339652/ Last night, I cried. Sighed, deep inside Where pain can be found Confined alive. The stain of tears Tore through my eyes. Drained fluids I never knew were mine. Confused was I. A man reduced, A child. Feeble; Desperately needing people. Feening for the touch O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/78241/ I’m falling in blissCrawling in a kissI’m losing my witsAs I immerse in your lipsI’m feeling you fill meWith what I have been missingYou’re giving me the ammunitionTo gain admission to doorsNever explored beforeWhile unraveling storiesOf love’s marve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/72923/ Although most hardly notice, My words are those of a poet.Touching, much of it was.Wasn't it?Most of us loving it ‘causeOf the love that wasn’t thought of enough.Or taughtTo the daughters of husbands and such.Causing even to harden the hearts of us sons. So, pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/70520/ sadness dampens her pillowsinside and outeach comforterloses its softnessand cloutyetshe's forced to find comfortwithouteverything south issoaked in tearsand premature sweather fearhas left evidencea stainonsentiments of a selfto blameashamed of a child.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/67560/ I remember the day of winter's warmth.When summer's lonely chill had been long forgotten.When we were both made to feelHow stone cold hearts softly soften.I remember how often I feltTwo awkwardly shaped snowflakesMelt over a bed of the darkest chocolate; Covered with a touch of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/55931/ How do I mend a broken heart? Shattered by sharp words spoken harsh. A heart so fragile And so torn apart. A stony heart mishandled. Turned bashful, and punctured In all its parts. A heart malnourished, Void of courage, and highly unstable. Unencouraged, and nearly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/52007/ There's an unwritten poem Hidden deep inside each of us. Singing to a song with no lyrics. It confines in us. Sinking to the core, With each scattered thought. Aging, In each battered heart. It reminds us of us. Harsh, and untitled. Bottled up, For the world to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aRt/49503/