http://slow.writerscafe.org/skiblets The original writings of author Skib en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995590 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Humility is Underrated... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/2022758/ Open to Interpretation as usual. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1971129/ I have no title for this piece...devised by a tired mind and to writers tiredness is never kind :s lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1932795/ A draft of something I have been working on. I do not know if it will make the cut however I'm putting it out there :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1931044/ Hello honey hello and hi hello today but tomorrow goodbyeGoodbye sweetie goodbye and good daygoodbye to all that and all those things I'd still say Hello goodbyewell we finally meetas I'm slipping away to me you have come to greet Goodbye hello  from begi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1924117/ Woke me up this morning!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1911559/ The time for action seemed to be nowbut nothing was stirring below in my bowel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1909712/ Hmmm??? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1908843/ Children's Poetry Anyone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1908087/ "The Headache, Oh The Headache" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1901314/ We (As Humans) sometimes stake claim to things that are for everyone to share and enjoy. They (As "Animals") are sometimes over-looked as just that. We all have to remember that we too are the animal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1886956/ I went to my great Aunts Funeral today and realized that I didn't shed a tear, I came to the conclusion that I fell into the spectrum of a psychopath but everyone deals with things inn different ways. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1884464/ If you read this and have no clue what its about, refer to the title because neither do lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1881918/ In a house with withered rulesa home but not a home one calls where loved ones weep covering head with limbrisk being seen as the victim A sweeping salute carrying destructive intentcomforted by the memories we invent However memories run dry as songs do on repeat&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1881556/ Sally went to Henry's house but he was "sick in bed"so walking back from Henry's houseshe visited Joe insteadShe knocked on the wooden doorand for a while it didn't answer Joe's not home his mum criedthen shut the door behind herThat was strange Joe was always home who could she call .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1881090/ I have written this for a contest but if you like solving riddles, please feel free to solve it :). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1877117/ All or nothing or nothing at allhigh on that trip but steep is the fall Whilst wealth fortunes fame it snuffs out it's glory only a few that are alive know, verbatim, that storyYou start out in youth all bold without fear and carry into adulthood your own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1877111/ When you close your eyes what do you see?what desires do you envisionwith such vivid nostalgia?Behind the noise and the light and the crippling anxiety of the ever changing trends of societylook to yourself for the answers and they will come!Away from responsibility what do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1871173/ A dear family friend tragically on died boxing day 2014 whilst enroute to my house as she did annually. She was only 15. Ever since, the Xmas period leaves a bitter taste. writing this was therapeutic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1870831/ ??????????/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1819180/ A bit of Fun :) All of those with fair skin will understand :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1818053/ This particular piece; I drew inspiration from memories of a heatwave whilst stuck on public transport. Not a time I will look back on with pleasure, that is for sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1817347/ I wonder what may wait beyondsuch blinding light or heavenly songfrom that ideal this world seems bleaknext to countered Gothic chic Does the Devil  step where we once walked?or whisper lies into our talk?Perhaps that is fiction,comment I cannotfor all I know We ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1817023/ Writers block at 4:18am. I believe it is time to logout :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1816712/ My attempt at an Acrostic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1816688/ I must admit that Free verse is not a strong point of mine however I enjoyed writing this :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1816682/ Leave your prejudice at the dooror speak to me never more for in this house you must respect the tolerance that we expect because in our minds we're all the same despite creed and color or even name.If you are unable to my friend just for a second try to comprehend then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1816462/ Promises mean little to me I've heard many over time passing through my ears like sound and air that hits such ancient chimesSo when such melodies  tickle my drums I raise to ear forefinger and thumb To muffle out the devils tune"I promise you my dear"and by doing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1816373/ Emerald eyes I have not seenwhilst blue and brownare quite routineNor in infancy or in my teens have I seen those windows of greenest of greensPlease find me a person with portals so rare so into their souls eye can willingly stare   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1816349/ ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1816327/ devised on the spot so forgive me if it's overbearing :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1815895/ This is dialogue of a character in a story I am writing. I am still tinkering around with it but please feel free to let me know what you think :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1814563/ The Poem is not a reflection of my mentality at this point in time. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1814516/ An Unfinished chapter 2 :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1782562/ When echoed remnants of a distant past are cast asideand dealt with last...Strong emotions this will invokepain with everypassing stroke.It will sear through you like sizzled fleshbarbecued on metal mesh... For as you rake up said distant past you'll find your feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1782561/ amidst the noise we all must find a place to gather and release our thoughts and feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1782506/ I wrote this when I was tired, in an attempt to ward off writers block lol I will leave it for you to decide if it worked... :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1782241/ So I signed in, to what I can safely call my favorite writing platform, only to come across a really hateful review that someone had left on another's poem so I decided to dedicate this one to them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1782237/ They say that the definition of madness is repeating the same process and expecting a different result http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1781609/ Hello, this is just something I am working on just putting that out there :~) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1781597/ Rest deep now asyour final hours are upon youno need to dwell on sad goodbyesfor I shall take your hand and walk with youslowly into the abyss.We shall venture onwarduntil the point of no returnwhere I will see you throughto the other sideLet me soothe your worriesand be the scaffold that props youl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1781586/ I wrote this during the English riot in 2011 when I saw men dragging people from their own cars and trying to drive off with them. It was chaotic in London and the UK and this is what I had to say http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/skiblets/1781585/