http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tekguardian_151 The original writings of author CN Kershaw en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776206923 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I stare at Lizzie's text and then swiftly switch my gaze to the bus time screen. DEPARTURE: 00:00. Four zeroes.  Maybe the texting and the victories of heracknowledgment were just my very own Spanish Armada. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1865269/ Disclaimer: the following views expressed in this poem are not my own, nor do they resemble that of others. In addition, they are not intended to do any faction or individual harm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1855957/ The castle maze rises.All combatants exceptI disappear in the smoke. I climb the wall and then stop as a sentry looks around. I kill him and move on. I inter--cept the castle. Her wallsare high and punishing, the eyes of two main win-dows watch me coldly. Up-on arriving at the top a figu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1847162/ I polish my shoes to perfection while gazing at my nervousexpression.  The CVs in one hand, the car keysin another, true working for theentire summer. Why oh why did it come to this? The hurting, burning goodbye kiss. She struck me, she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1847158/ I look upon you with disdain.You are nothing but an ignorant working class disciple who thinks everyone should accelerateat the same mundane pace.You moan and groan like a spoilt infant who continuously demands why they’re notgetting enough pocket money...but as Isacr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1837989/ Pulling, tugging at decaying strings…That is not what I want. I want the stringsto be bold, strong, confident. Am I doing the right thing?Or am I just increasing my own strings? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1836200/ I dedicate this piece to university graduates. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1836198/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1836196/ The Kid Who Hated Other EyesI travel through the temple of time swinging the master sword like khaine the bloody handed God of War. Fires burn casting a cloud of blackobscuring my existence and I hide among enemies--enemies that have haunted me since childhood: the shy, the serious, the at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1835312/ A poem I wrote a few months ago. I'm curious to see how new readers interpret the poem as well as their thoughts overall. I look forward to hearing feedback. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tekguardian_151/1834789/