http://slow.writerscafe.org/JackNimble The original writings of author Jacob Nimble en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016808 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wanted to make something tonight, this was it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1832533/ A great man is driven.I wonder what drives me?Could it be my pride?A desire to be my best despite everything that fights me?More likely my hubris,the thought I am best with no proof to reconcile it.Could it be defensiveness?the need to be safe, and keep safe from all harm?More likely cowardice,the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1813003/ I wrote this for a creative writing class in high school, the hat and coat wearing figure is an accurate, if vague, description of me, and the room number is that of the class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1810136/ I've always been a fan of Monty Python. There is a skit in which a joke so funny it killed was written, and then weaponized to use against the Germans in WW2. That was my inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1810135/ I am a dead man. A dead man sitting in the light walking, talking, a sounding board for all that I see. And I see it all. I am not thinking feeling truth, I’m a reflection, an echo of something long gone, that I can only get back in my dreams. I came to love the waking dreams for the gifts the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1810132/ I recognize that inavailability isn't a word, but it fits better than any word could. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1810127/ A new one, rather than an old, as the others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1810124/ Assume the twistings in my head are all from things I fear to dreadand not those things I fear to treaduponand you will find that I’m unkindand more or less rather resignedto pain upon another’s nasty stake.It’s not quite in my naturethoughto fear alone these things to beand so a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1809627/ You may have noticed I prefer flowing verse to tense verse. For me this poem was obnoxiously structured. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1809599/ This's... A bit of a long one. Also a bit unhappy. Merde occurs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1809596/ Lean in close and let your eyes speak for youlean in close and let the world revolvelean in close and let secrets astound youlean in close and let me lead the wayDo you hear my voice inside your head?Do you remember what it is I dread?Do you so love what’s understood?Do you seek the greater go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1809593/ The Nightmare Boyfrom Shadow Townwith his darkenedshaded crownhe’d turn it all upside downthisNightmare Boyfrom Shadow TownThe Nightmare Lordfrom Castle Shadehe took allthat parents paidit was taxes this he badethisNightmare Lordfrom Castle ShadeThe Dreamer Girlfrom town of Brightshe stole his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1809592/ Lacking thought and lacking feelingmind is cracked and slowly bleedingwords fall out like drops of oilicy blood will slowly boilcracks in conceptlogic cutforgotten in this well-worn rutI wonder if I can concedeto pain and rain, the blood I bleedso much bloodand so much greedI want it alland yet it&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808567/ If the world were to end tomorrowI would leave my sense behindsell it to the first fool in my pathfor a penny and a loaf of breadI would ask the questions that needed askingand leave the worthless ones behindI would seek solaceI would make sure to smileone last timeand while it may be horribleand pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808515/ That which I was taught perhaps is wrong“incorruptible” logic is questionably soI find it far more likely that I question everything,however,as opposed to the concept that abasicstep-by-stepprocess is wrongit’s not like logic takes a flying leapit just takes things you knowor think.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808514/ I stand on a platform out here in the seaand all around the dance goes without mebut I dance on the rockto my own special tuneand I dance without malice or roomPlease, won’t you come dance with me?out here on this rocky platform in the sea?Please, won’t you come dance with me?for standin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808513/ subtitled Microfractures http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808486/ It’s not like it matters what I say or what I doIt’s not for the love of godor even the love of youit’s because inside my head it’s all that I won’t rueany more than I regret anythingit’s truebeing imperfectI cannot make a perfect choiceI will always regret the im.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808485/ I always enjoy cyclical work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808484/ This was an effort to make something effective while playing with shaping on the lines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808482/ silence is a graceless fraudcoming when I need it to leaveleaving when I want it mostan arbitrary fiendit steals in through doorwayswindowsgravesand kills the people that it savesburns the dull coals in my headto a flaringragingredand when it leaves me, for anotherthe noise in it’s place hurts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808479/ Standing in the darkstanding in the darkstanding in the darkand the light touches my eyes.It burns inside my mind,digging deeper,cutting in to bite my soullook at me I’m on a rollain’t nowhere that I can go.Justlostmymind.yeah,that’s allit’s not my shameit’s not my pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808208/ do you think a shattered hearts worth faking?does a hollow heart continue breaking?is there a thing that’s lost that’s worth the taking?how does my broken heart keep me from shaking?how can you prove that you’re worth the riskwhen the cold chill proves just a touch too brisk?Runnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808206/ The second of the poems I made with the named facets in mind. Subtitled "Loki's Lair." I took a couple years of German in high-school, I'm not good with it, but I remember enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808203/ I like to name things, so I named a couple of the more distinct facets of my personality. One's Jack, one's the cliche of Daemon. This is the first of the poems I made (about? For? With?) those two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808201/ Wrote this in 2012 or 2013, after my first breakup. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackNimble/1808198/