http://slow.writerscafe.org/Wordless_Prism The original writings of author Wordless_Prism en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990620 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This will be the last thing I post, at least for a long while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2866247/ Soft light protrudes through a half-drawn window withcurtains of lace.In my dreams, I can feel your hands on my face.In a dream, you left me with a kiss and tears burning my cheek Like drips of snow, drifting like stars, whispering tales of light though coldin the bleak.I would excha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2810808/ It's just a dusty floor with no brilliance Sounds that no longer existRust that creeks lost all benevolence Memories that won't be uselessI love the floor where we danced to forget And laughter ringing still clearWords of joy are sharp and a threatTo a boy full of bad excuses You.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2788565/ The wind through trees is the waves on the sand and rain in the fields. Their concept of concussive sound is the spirit of the earth. The purity of the white snow hills, the voice of the black dirt and rock is the soul of the world. Just like an empty lust, you are the charge in my brain. Even in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2776164/ As I cry to know, thy love Oh Lord, the icy pain stabs at my heart. The snow grows colder than the shore, plead to be a saint, set apart. Black ash, red silks all blend in the night. I'll kneel, I'll claim the mountain, and show my might. There was a time I wanted to fly, but he held me down; D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2776163/ I can't sing here when I come back alone, for my love may not come near. Life, it seems, is far down the road.  I left my childhood in the cupboard with the bread crumbs, So I dream of my memories. I can't help it when the pain drums.  Pain because I am kept in a prison cell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2776162/ Why did you notice me? Why hold my hand? I'm not that strong, so carry on. You took my wings, and now I fall. You captured me and made me feel small. And every time I wake, you are in my dreams. How could a kiss be so haunting? I can't make-believe that you are here. It is always cold and full of fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2776161/ The husk rises from the vivid carnage, now a social swinger in his carriage. As he rides down city streets, the war plays over and over in his nightly sheets. A back scratcher to royalty shakes hands in shadows inexplicitly. Isolated but, he smiles harshly, his performance truly a masterpiece. On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2776160/ Every day I work, every day I play Every day I see something new, and I visit old graves Everyday fall and scrape my knees But I always get up because I see that mistakes aren't all that is me Everyday water runs from a green and leaky faucetAnd I try to think of my dreams like a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2776159/ 1.What breaks changes, bones stronger, hearts colder.Bind me a fetter, wordless by letter.Fire in focus fury, Ira none repose.Nights' heavy breath hunts prey and fierce foes.Blackbirds in my wake, make enemies quake.Blood lust must reservoir, to crimson lake.Rage, madness, passion, rush, burning pow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2744915/ There are people since the world was made That run and run to catch the last shade of day Never seeming to catch up to those ahead As they push on and on, on little legs If you feel this way my dear Lend to me thy little ear For you see, I have sympathy, for a child that runs At one time, all, every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2120142/ Its actually my first try at writing a Chiasmus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2100665/ Now I look up to the sky, and see snow passing by; like the floaties, I try to catch in my eye.I want to consider the lilies of the field all day, meditate on how they grow; How they toil not, neither do they spin; to and fro.I marvel at the sight, a child's imagination taking flight; when did I los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2100664/ Its about being good at hiding. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2072657/ Just a little thing about Diogenes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/2069957/ Sands of time come down like rain from a distance, spill from the sky like blood, the curtains drawing them red.With the bite of white steel, rivers flow through icy rocks. Ships sail in the mist, dark wood topped with frost. Do a dead breath, train to die so I'm prepared to live.I throw y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1914109/ It started as peaceful laughter but, now sorrow sighs at its slaughter. For since you left, the world is murder.My mind is blank like a canvas, my heart is empty, color seems to fade, through the trees moonlight dances, and I wish you were here today, to see that which you made.I'm so weary, let me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1914104/ there is no description. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1909955/ 5 in one, they were small so i put them together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1909947/ A response to the song from Hocus Pocus. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1909938/ there is no description. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1909934/ I wrote this year's ago, and never knew what I was saying, so I took it and made since of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1909923/ I wrote this on a phone so there might be spelling errors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1894001/ I wrote this when I was 14 or 15, so 5 or 6 years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1891634/ Hurt sitting by the windowpane, sorrow fills my soul in the rain.Girl with demon eyes and angel wings, she calls me down just to lift me up.She touches me with porcelain, digs deep to rip away my sin. To cleans. If the sky is an alter then the stars are candles, reminding me of my sins.No matte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1890574/ sometimes i really wish pain was nonsensical, but i see its purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1888967/ I lay in bed tossing and turning, steam ripples off my brow, and I have already unloaded the contents of my stomach on the floor a few times. Something is wrong but, not just with my body. I do not know what, but I feel like the end is near. White-hot blades of fear stab my mind, then all at once. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1887985/ The moon was a crescent when I was first in your presents.  Exultation I felt as your precious love filled the courts of my heart. My soul seemed to glisten. What else could I be missing?  This heart of yours that I adore, this heart of mine has never felt this before. You are my glimmer; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1887347/ To be thrown in a pit and be swallowed up by it. To hide in fear from the reek, as it squirms and thrashes about, bashing and gnashing its teeth as it rears its blight-filled head and crawls onward. Like a canker to the tree, it spreads its putrefaction, lives by the laws of rot, eats its decay, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1886510/ Night, oh Night on black tapestry bright, why do you cry tears of stars? Knight, Sir Knight, bound to sister sun's daylight. Do you not see that tears are words, which cannot be said? My eyes will bleed tears, my heart will spill poetry. All who look upon my fears, all I wish is for harmony. I lie a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1886123/ Please pardon any and all typos/errors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1879116/  I had a dream, where I laid next to a beautiful woman in a blue dress. This was the result. Pardon any and all typos. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1878537/  I just posted it so my page wouldn't be so empty. Sorry if it's not any good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wordless_Prism/1837693/