http://slow.writerscafe.org/owenbar The original writings of author Owen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776337047 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 written in 2021 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/2940542/ I picked up some donuts this morningThe apple cider kindThis little brown bag, greasy and poolingCarries the taste of FallHot Cider and Coffee beside meThrow steam in the cold fall airAs I sit on this bench enjoyingThe colors of summer recedeI spot some geese just landingUpon the pond ahead of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/2940540/ The softness of morning was but a dim hue, as if it were light borrowed from yesterday. Her and I moved about like tired phantoms We wrestled among the shadows Cast in black by those giant trees. I grabbed their needles in my hand, And carried them T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/2940538/ Superstition Wilderness Area/Tonto National Forest. 02.15.2017We were hiking for recreation using light and calculated steps in succession on account of fist-sized rocks that littered the trail. Humid - I could see a triangular outline of sweat on Tom's lower back, this alone was clarification enoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1895004/ The rhythm persists in the yellow room where the porcelain-girl grins with those chinaware-teeth, there's something devilish about it all, her hands entangled in glass, hot glass with steam billowing up to the nicotine-stained ceiling, that ancient light comes crying through the painted-shut window .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1808094/ Cascades of grey fall around these dead-green hills frosted with pale snow,No shifts of color, only a mute blanket where sound and smell are suffocated,The rusted-claw of this landscape disembowels all senses other than the innate fear from infancy, yet the beauty persists, in the rain-tattered, win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1808090/ Wipe away those tiny misconceptions, utterly naked in the flesh I amSeek not an end here but a blanket of fiery warmth wherein all sorrow and confusion subsideThe universe laid out on flesh like a mapI will trace the constellations of your body like Mat DamonErratic and unpredictable the movements o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1773854/ The words will come in a barrage from the overcast skies that hang in solemn huesthe aching of lost will ere on it's edge A dull blue landscape moans lowlyUniform silence among the jagged stone with ancient tongues they herald the dawnGloom erased by frigid gold Formless as they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1742784/ How was I before this? Contentment of the child is of easeThe simpleness of that delight astounds me nowThis unfair point of referenceHow is the world to competeYour allure betrays conventionIt is not in the written worldThe humanism of you alludes the restThe schematics of man pale beside youT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1739798/ The color bled out this morningI watched as it drained from the frameThe temperance of that light never escaped meIncentive to adore grew in a manner unchallengedThe hope she threw unhinged my mind into something unrecognizable Unparalleled were the days Wrought with stuff of fantasy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1735110/ Winter. A porcelain mute spreads thick and broadFrothy breath shatters air as glassTinged blue by overcasts of greyDevoid now off all  sensesWithin this scene I amI am, I am I am..This Mumbo Jumbo poetry.Speak louder all mighty museI see you there absolving into the floor,melting away from my g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1624538/ There is a swing set that overlooks the town it has been splattered red and brown by timeScabs of wear permeate from it's coreThe wind cries nostalgia as it passesThe children are rendered mere on-lookersThe enveloping grass is bleached and uncutOn occasion an old woman will walk upWith skin as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1547165/ Time never seemed linear, the scope of  human-perception seems to contort it, I see myself in this impoverished teen crossing the sidewalk before me. There’s a signature to his movements, in his moment, it’s parallel to a past I know, it’s as if these signatures tear through t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1512774/ I grewas a son, as a person, as a friend, as a loverNow lifelessly and feebly I continueWhat happened? To the light, to the glimmer of the trees in the summer air, to that ecstatic vibrance that seemed to radiate within my very being? Was it consumed by this shrouded mind?Ominous thoughts,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1471409/ The machinery of my mind is not my ownno, it was constructed by youmy naive blue eyes were tainted by your black smokemy thoughts belong not to me but to your machineto your madhouse of wealthy slaves my sadness I'm afraid is a mere ployno, I will not buy your happiness, you paint manically wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1458514/ My words read filth and my breath reeks years of poisonI carry this mass of infection slowly and blindly through the grey-scale of modern streetsPorcelain faces squint and shatter before meAnd I, yes horrendous I unleash a booming laugh coated smoke and saliva right into their habit ridden face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1408853/ You've always had this instinctual understanding of the world and it's fundamentals, but one day that melts away and you realize the facade placed before you by society, a blueprint for living, utilized by the masses for supposed convenient living. When this veil is lifted and you truly see life. It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1402640/ From the grey slate of an Autumn sky emerged a sliver of gold that danced and sang in angelic wonder, It illuminated the leaves of a nearby oak who had just begun his final decent into Fall,Great leaves of Orange and Red bristled in the chilled air carelessly, yet freely, detached from it all,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1402635/ Man denounced God and God disowned HeWe scrape our feet along the ashtray of the worldWe wash in filth and are bought with colorWe breath in ash and remnants of menWe move silently encumbered with timeWe awaken into a reality falser than fantasyI denounced Man, and he disowned me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1399919/ Urvine Kennedy was a scholar, a real sharp shooter with a fiery passion for creole cooking. Meticulousness was in his nature and was expressed wonderfully throughout his life. Despite it all though, Urvine drifted through his early years unnoticed, he flew so under the societal radar not a soul dete.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1380147/ I strolled into some run-of-the-mill coffee shop midday in the heart of Baltimore, MD sat down and looked straight ahead at a funny looking couple glued to their phones, noticing that the girl was significantly taller than the guy I said aloud “now that’s true love” the now alarmed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1353156/  Day I---  Night lingered with me only a moment and then to hispleasure revealed to me, the most divine woman, daylight. She sang in coloursas her paintbrush streaked orange-red through his dim skies, the two thenblended together to form one single moment of immeasurable.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1338539/ The date is March 20th, 2014, the weather is somewhat dreary with an unmistakable chill in the air. So instead of my original intent of spending this time outdoors, I opt to stay inside and delve further into my own mind.My view of this world is not my own. But instead it is yours, no better yet, it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1331838/ We spoke innately through laughter coated with tears, from the catalyst of disaster, we emerged from within ourselves as one whole, from the shrieks of New York our very souls became infused, bonded by this hysteric dysphoria we were enabled to live fully, despite our fear of tomorrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1262510/ I remember the unworldly stretch of mountains consuming all that was our horizon,how their peaks so sharp punctured the furthest reach of the sky,how the mighty blue bled into it's sister shades,how only one energy seemed to exist at that moment,the harmonistic balance between you, me and nature's m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1262508/ I’ve felt itThat first breath of the still morning airYes, I've heard itThe melodic babble of an aged creekOh, how I've seen itAncient mountains breach the sky’s liningOh, how I've felt itThe calcified touch of a struggling motherYes, I’ve heard itThe shrieks of a newly orphaned ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1209751/ Crimson reds & royal golds,trinkets of wealth engraved with legends of old,diluted women with their equivalence of men,forming circles with a lions intent,with these sunken eyes & this brittle throat,a puzzle stands before me, in it’s royal cloak,one must sit and softly listen,for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/1174174/ Take me back to those early shades of green, when i was young and so naive,when the world spun around in my un touched eyes and where beauty strung in those deep blue skies,to when these feet weren't planted deep inside this ground,to when I was free and life was all aroundtake me to the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/828509/ -The sun so gold and this Northern sky so Blue.If I had the words back then that's how I would have described what I had seen. Only 4 years old as I gazed into the pale blue of the seemingly never ending sky, I was just a kid.Nearly 15 years later I sit alone in my apartment looking back on my life,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/816392/ And I open my eyes in a dream,as the breeze rolls softly across my neck I look out on the city view,So calm and modern,the leafs of the tree's parade in the thousands as the wind blows,so free and open and all so beautiful.As i look down at my hand which lay on the concrete,my eyes pull over as if i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/815457/ i wrote this for my girlfriend and our 1 year anv http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/689668/ So many eyes of so many people, dead eyes is all they are, cold and lost in their own life's, Sad, it's truly sad. twenty one no twenty two eyes stagger by but there was another, there was a twenty third..eyes so frail and hurt but yet so calm and kind.. eyes that filled me with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/668077/ my image lay there self portrayed,glisting so vibrant in this mirror which lay self proclaimed,dull and fragile as it sways in the wind,raidance strings down to the floor as the apprehension sets in...a few leafs blow of this tree,they cross my path and my fear sets free.this path i walk quiet and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/666887/ this is one of my least favorites, i wrote it a long time ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/666885/ This haunting shame simple enough, Yet i remain the same,These crimson eyes, wear and tear as they feel inside.This vacant stretch, Reaching across the valley of the dead,Searching though, I've found not a trace oh who..I really am Lets take inside these memories,And harbor our hatred let'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/666883/ a poem about how seasons change and also sometimes can change a couples lifes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/666876/ From my teenage years, try not to mind the emotional factor, my life wasn't all that bad. Oh and the improper punctuation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/owenbar/650988/