http://slow.writerscafe.org/KjartanBirgir The original writings of author TheNightShift en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094705 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Turning off the engine and the lights,the fisherman let his boat come to a stall.From the last light of sunset he saw his wake,and knew he would go no further.The fisherman had gone on his last voyage,weary and seeking a final resting place.Here in nature’s last frontier,he would not find a no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1883537/ Just a short poem I thought I’d share with you guys, I didn’t mean for it to be so dark but I couldn’t bring myself around to change it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1858744/ Here’s an attempt of mine on a love poem. Hardly anything to speak of but I want to add in something more lively than the stuff I usually upload here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1858743/ Your bricks crack like broken teeth-shards of glass become your wreath.Streetlights are snapped like broken bones,A city-block now a heap of stones.In your tunnels thousands cower,from death's fast approaching hour.Millions of people in an instant dust,and all man made no more than rust.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1790632/ Whiskey makes my writing longer,especially if I take it stronger.The taste leaves a burn lasting-unless I mix it to ease its passing.I can drink you on the rocks,until I'm Shanghai'd by the cops.Stay with me forevermore,and fill up my empty core.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1790205/ Give me back your crowded streets,show me the glory of your past.Into dark alleys your spirit retreats,conquerors in your squares amass.The kingdom died with its people,now resettled with a successor race.The world will never see its equal,only lament this sad disgrace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1790062/ I walk alone between the rocks, once molten lava, now sharp stone.Overgrown with thick green moss,boulder and man stand alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1790054/ Monsters rise from the ground,wrought from iron, glass, and concrete.An old world under shadows drowned,their conquest nearly complete.Grotesque forms rise to the skies,Heavens territory is ceded.The old from consumption dies,its ancient spirit depleted.Soulless blocks of glass now stand,where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1789778/ A sun that radiates no heat,shines brightly in the North.From Summers joys a country cheats,while it travels back and forth.Give me instead Winters darkness,free from sunshine’s bright effect.I find more beauty in cold starkness,than a warm summer I can’t expect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KjartanBirgir/1789752/