http://slow.writerscafe.org/CookeCody5 The original writings of author CookeCody en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776121382 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Perhaps things happen for a reason, and perhaps we are the source of that reason.Human reason isn’t the subject of creation, though;Rather, it’s the record of it.We assign significance to our existence and are humble enough to believe in a separate Fate.In other words, perh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1987455/ Knowing that somebody keeps me in mind is the one way to know that I matter at all And to know that that person is you is whatgives my life a purpose http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1985217/ An alternate scenario http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1979504/ This is it; this is the point.It is what its name suggests:A single thing, Infinitely singular,And yet what smoke it is to grasp,So difficult to hold down and agree upon.we search for golden grains of sandwith eyes that require glasses for wisdom.And therein lies a digres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1972394/ The most prized and precious jewel that we can posses isn't mined in the mountains, and it isn't sold or traded on any market. The Human Treasure is found in the mind, and it is told and traded between every degree of intimacy and every shape and color of lip. Our words are our treasures. They are o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1963994/ The stars have a message to them that I feel isn't to be deciphered, but instead to be read and puzzled over and never to be understood. They are a poem above our eyes, the stars; they're the story of time and they have no lesson other than constellation. Maybe that's the curse of mankind, to gaze f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1959355/ Like brain cells that are dying from the outside inbecome aware and realize,their numbers are shrinking every second, andin order for the brain as a machineand living organ to survive, thefewer and fewer cells mustmake themselves matterfor the sake of compensation,we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1958981/ As a steady middle-class dependent whose mother's income has always been enough to make do, I often find myself failing to grasp the full weight of what it means to be grateful. I'm happy with my living conditions, but what should I do to prove that? Should I even have to prove that? Whatever the ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1957442/ No SheetsHe lies atop a long-used but not-dirty mattress, only one pillow supporting his large head. He doesn't care for the maintenance of clean sheets. A thin comforter blankets the space between him and the dark, empty air. Colored specks which come from the power boxes of several useless gad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1956882/ Sometimes on rainy days I take a drive. No music, no passengers. I let the legions of wet sheets speak on my windshield, tapping and pitterpattering in a tongue so simple and universal that everyone understands it. When I come to a red light, I turn off the wipers, and then I'm able to look at the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1953680/ "This is it; this is the point.It is what its name suggests:A single thing, Infinitely singular,And yet what smoke it is to grasp,So difficult to hold down and agree upon.we search for golden grains of sandwith eyes that require glasses for wisdom.And therein lies a digression,a cave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1953285/ The world was aflame in war and argument. Burning arrows screeched across the ocean. Clawing at offensive throats were a flurry of calloused knuckles. Storms of mobs, enraged by the indignant colors on the ties of their leaders, stomped upon the rubble of their agendas. Homes became battlegrounds, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1949742/ Superiority ComplexOften it happens when the currents of time thrash men about, threatening to drown their flailing limbs and choke them with their own words. It holds us stronger than any love or fury, stronger than the grip of Nature and its doctrines, and there is no escaping it; escaping it,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1948466/ RainandEverything it SymbolizesisSlick and UncomfortableandInconvenient http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1947780/ A man walks out of his house, stretches his eager arms, and gazes out over his domain. He could see his entire property; it wasn't very grand. His domicile is the center of his plot, surrounded by nearly half an acre of grass. A hand-dug gravel driveway makes it easier for his car to cross from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1941885/ The poet's plight is a word dearth, a void whose girth spans whole paragraphs, blankets and snuffs out any flame or spark that might've grown to a blazing, glorious idea. I want my words to flow, silk sheets of syllables the color of red wine and red wine's drunken, romantic, maroon-hued warmth. Not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1941388/ Today it is possible to be trapped inside of freedom. You're not chained to anything, only kept inside. The towering walls of expectations imprison you when what is expected grows to be as panoramic as what is allowed. Guards with spears stand with their backs to the rest of the potential, suggestin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1941379/ Stream of consciousness writing on an anxious mood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1938749/ Independence Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1936610/ I had a friend from childhood,Sobriety was her name.She had some tame interests,Ones that entertained but usuallyFailed to satisfy.I know Sobriety was not meant to beA lifetime friend becauseI am aware, as I was long ago, of theCulture around me,But lately I have heard her nameSp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1930820/ Coming from an AP student who's managed to maintain passing grades, I've come to loathe school and its intentions, and I'm sad at that. Education has been corrupted. The purity, the simplicity of learning has been crushed into ugly white powder by the overwhelming pressure of institutions such as co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1929226/ "I had an idea, but..."I looked up.Eternity was smiling at me.A thought had graced everything above with wondrous potential. This thought, this idea that I somehow had managed to pinch out of the winds behind my eyes, it hovered so close I could rub it my nose against. I loved being so near .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1929224/ What is a reason?It is a catalyst.It could have been the Big Bang, if there even was one.It is both the enemy of nihilist cigarettes and, by popular use, the lighter in the smoker's pocket.It is the rarest thing in the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1928211/ Sorry about the title, couldn't think of one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1927629/ I've never had sex, but I want to pretty bad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1927570/ West 5I felt like I was ready to die in that robe. Not only because of the humidity and sweat it gathered, but it absolutely reeked of yesterday. Lately I'd worn the thing more often than I didn't. With its heavy, soft plush and gorge-like pockets, it weighed me down towards the ground and provi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1912509/ South 5Consequences evaporate under the scorching heat of emergency. So, with Jace bouncing in the backseat, I sped through town in a car that was not mine, booming past stop signs and under red lights. My worry kept me from staring at the road for too long. Every few seconds I would risk a 180 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1912505/ East 5The future approached me in the form of screaming headlights. At first I paid it no mind, just as everyone does with doom, but when the fire swerved from its path on the road and rumbled straight at me and Can, I froze in its vision. We hadn't even reached the bridge, so to our immediate l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1912503/ North 5Unconsciousness gripped me like water. I was drowning in my own fatal choices, chief among them the choice I made to trust myself. Now, as consequence, confusion choked me, painlessness disoriented me, and I was floating ever-wayward in a sea of heavy nothingness. The vodka didn't hurt an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1912502/ There's two kinds of love: family love and personal love. Family love is a campfire, built to warm and provide light to all those who sit around it. Personal love is when you reach in and pick out a flaming torch and use it to guide yourself in the dark when you leave the campfire.The family love .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1899164/ Love NightI fell in love with midnight. We'd meet at her house and wander within one another's depth. After a few nights beneath each other, I came to understand that she hated being characterized as a blackness cast above everyone; she hated her place on the other side of the world, opposite th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1893338/ Just my belief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1888879/ EverlongThe salutary strings trickle down and beckon me inside. Whether or not I accept, they open the door, and the next 7 chords knock me into their dream. Suddenly I'm somewhere nowhere, and everything touches me from faraway. I'm not sad anymore, not angry, not lustful, but I'm feeling a rus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1884109/ Pretentious http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1880768/ The Small, Happy HouseI was driving one late night, far out of the metropolitan reach of influence. The two-lane highway within the small bubble of my headlights stretched forever in front me, walled in by the looming but comforting darkness of the trees, fields, and marshes. Then, in the distan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879928/ The ForestA vast forest the color of chrome-blue due to the approaching storm and twilight. The coppery scent of rain and wilderness plays under your nose. The somber colored sky above droops like pouty lips all the way down to the tops of the oak trees. Some parts of the clouds are a darker gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879927/ I don't think this means all that much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879925/ SomethingI may be wrong, but I believe people nowadays are trying too hard to aim themselves toward another person, and I include myself in this. What I mean is this-I think that when we move forward or evaluate ourselves or do anything, we do so in terms of another character, real or fictional... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879923/ ProblemDon't be afraid of mistakes, for you're the product of them all. Even if you don't believe in evolution, you cannot deny the fact that we weren't made perfect, and that's Nature's catch. If it wanted flawless beings, it would have made flawless beings, but instead it gave us a mirror and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879922/ ScrewsI believe the hundreds of little, unnoticeable things in human relationships is what truly makes us remarkably social creatures. Without these little things, the relationship collapses, just as a house with no screws collapses. Sometimes I find myself recognizing the change in my voice tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879921/ BenevilA beautiful young woman strolls down a righteous path lined in golden pine needles with her eyes to the heavens, her baby blue and white dress whipping politely in the wind like the hand of a friendly old man in greeting. She knew the path she was on well, for she had taken it every day o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879125/ I don't know what I want, but I want it all. I really hope that the mountainous motivation I feel isn't just that "rebellious teenage" phase. Nothing would disappoint me more than to have my aspirations lumped under an inevitable hormone change that all people my age go under. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879123/ Who are we to give meaning to anything?Greed is greed, we made itGive yourself definitionYou're vague http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879119/ When I DieWhen I die, wear white to my funeral. Do not mourn my absence, for it's inevitable and natural; instead, celebrate the person that you'll now carry in your soul and not your contact list. Call everyone-those who knew me, who wanted to know me, who didn't know me but knew my name, call .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879118/ When it comes to teenagers, conflict is in our blood. Our fingers twiddle with it. Adolescents smell like the grass under a streetlight at 1:55 in the morning with the exhaust from your car wafting over and stroking your can of sweet tasting reasons to spend money, all of this taking place between y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879117/ Soil, Rich in ChoicesAn adequate writer's mind is a garden, in which grows many plots, characters, meanings, whole stories in a nutritious yield. Like any farmer worth his salt, a good writer cares for their garden, always watering it and picking out the weeds, keeping all the fruits and vegetab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879114/ YoA poem won't change the world and neither will a songPoems are songs and they're too short, too limitedThey're just my ideasStories, however, change the world every dayThe story of the Roman Empire is a great oneIt sits in our library in a thick hardcoverWe browse and hum and wande.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879112/ Passion is, in essence, uniquely human and therefore seriously beautiful. Just the fact that we care about things--living things, nonliving things, idea things--that fact alone is so simply overwhelming to me in that it's completely unnecessary but unbelievably significant. What even is passion? It'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879111/ Certain People You TooIn certain people there's something that makes everything explode with significance. For instance, normally a moment of eye contact between passing strangers on a chilly street in a mid-afternoon urban setting would mean nothing, or very little. But to one of these "certain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1879109/ I had a dream last night; you were drunk and there were so many stars. You were happy, excited for something-I think it was me. We laid under a sky of diamonds. We sang without opening our mouths. We harmonized with no sound at all. You weren't here when I woke up. You hadn't been here at all, actua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CookeCody5/1863642/