http://slow.writerscafe.org/RdotInc. The original writings of author R.Inc$ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055692 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She is the beauty that I cannot obtain because she is not an object, no trinket, no bobble, no toy. She is the essence of the breathless, and the scent of a shooting star. Yet she is not to be wished upon, she is not to be hoped for, she isn't even to be admired. She is to be known of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./755184/ Repetitive are my many mistakes. Over and over again I fall over my own misinterpreted intentions. In these late hours all I can hear is the screaming inside my head. Inaudible static buzzing around my brain. It's damn near paralyzing. Clairvoyant thoughts are impossible to conjure and my motor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./755183/ I am an uncrowned king. I have no kingdom. I have no queen. I have no sons or daughters. Not even b******s from foreign w****s. I have no army and no banner men. I don't even have a horse to ride. I am an uncrowned king. All I have is my sword. Rusted, cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./755181/ In your eyes I see the broken souvenirs of better times.The keepsakes that couldn't be kept safe from the passage of time.The mementos of moments where care was less.A token for remembering a place that would forget you.A memory of a face that you thought wouldn't regret you.In your eyes I see what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./755179/ I am left handed.So when I write I smug the true intent and meaning of my own words.  Don't misinterpret what I've said.Look into my eyes and see what I see in your eyes.Be the perfect broken reflection in the mirror, the endlessly rippling water, and the blown kiss from miles away.I don't need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./724652/ I cryptically articulate this already beaten and broken language so that I can properly script this societal scene.My southpaw symptoms smug my written words as I flash the ink swiftly across these pages.Muffled truths that cling to the lies that they wish they were.How absurd is it that we only see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./720516/ Nasty words can provide a beautiful message. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./709795/ When is a prayer loud enough to be heard? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./709790/ Puncture my lungs and watch the poison flow free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./702115/ The 7 deadly sins are deadly because I commit them all against myself.I am prideful of the man I've become and envious of the man I could be.I greedily consume unnecessarily risks and gluttonously swallow the consequences.I lust for greatness even if the cost is infamy and pain my only prize.I am sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./699937/ Some days, when I've lost my way and stumbled back into my past I come across your face. The passing, faded memory of a smile that was never truly aimed at me.Some days, when I've lost my way and stumbled back into my past I come across your face. The passing, faded memory of a smile that was never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./699936/ The pageantry of poverty and peasantry has been polished by the power hungry few.Those who sit atop piles of broken promised potentials, hopes, and dreams.Is this truly the society that we wish to live in?  Has the reflection of what we thought we wanted so cracked and shatter that we can't see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./699935/ Never forgive, never forget, we can't relive, so why regret.Never give up, never surrender, life is hard so why be tender.We are the future. So dying isn't an option.We must adapt to the world for ambition is not up for adoption.Grace falls at the speed of sound, just waiting for a chance to hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./699929/ An aging crow giving words of wisdom to a bird made prey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./690568/ Truth isn't always pretty, Lies aren't always beautiful, Love isn't always fair, and Hatreds aren't always forever.This kiss lost it's innocence when it's intent was veiled.This hug, this embrace, were nothing more than chains used to weigh me down as you drown me in insincerity.I swore that I was l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./689488/ Listen to me, the quotes of star crossed lovers cannot go quietly into the night."I love you" is more than just a phrase used by the young and foolish.Listen to me, I know the ways of the heart for I've held my own in my hand.I know its ever churning seas and rocky shores for I have navigated for ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./686569/ Don't be fooled by what you think, don't be contented with what you know.Don't be afraid of what you might find, don't tell what you can't show.Don't be angered by what others say, don't deny opinions when facts make them true.Don't rely on settling for the least, don't be fooled by the reflection t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./684641/ I am 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I'm no longer afraid of the dark and have lost my tears to shed.My nightlight has been trashed as my dreams have been read. Plenty food for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671860/ wrote this during my psychology class in the spring of 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671859/ there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell.she's too pretty for vision. too sweet to taste.too gentle to touch. too quick witted to chase.there's no shelter from a beautiful blonde bombshell.her presence is pressing, consuming the facts.measuring everything you are and everything you lack... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671854/ How can you kill a man who's already dead, how can you break a man who's already been broken,how can you steal his heart when its already been stolen, how can you count the stars when they're constantly dying and being born,how can you hide a lie in the truth, how can tell the difference between tea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671851/ When the dream ends the nightmare begins. A warped world of distorted torture. Howling winds voice terrors unknown whilst the sky weeps crimson. There is no solid ground, no rock, and no foundation. In the distance cries sounding like thunder and lightning come from a weary girl... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671847/ I stole your heart with a lie and broke it with the truth.How pitiful is that kind of existence where one is nothing but a meager toy, flesh and blood whose only use in entertainment.This simple manipulation of emotions and motives is sickening and saddening, yet I continue this foul game.I guess I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671845/ This is the tale of a dragon and a princess.Not once upon a time, for time can wait, everything can wait for these two.This tale begins with the dragon's oath"Though I may surround you, you are not my captive.Though I may be willful, my will is not imposed on you.Though my intentions are pure, I wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671843/ I'm like duck in the water kicking like hell to stay floating.I'm like a lion with no heart and no kills, so no use for gloating.I'm painstakingly drenched in the tears of all my regrets.I'm stained and spoiled by all of my misguided bets.I'm vaguely lost in a storm of my own design.I'm slowly swift.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RdotInc./671842/