http://slow.writerscafe.org/smartpig555119 The original writings of author UnderTheDeadPoetTree en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000639 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sleep doesn't just elude, it is proficient in guerilla tactics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2063133/ Is this the beginning, dear?...A pause....A feeling ...Inaction....A reaction....Decision....A pause....Is this the end? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2053837/ They came across the salt pans, endless earth, a möbius pilgrimage.Each step on a conveyor belt furthering their seeming retreat,Delivery to the their unmaking, crawling to death by the beat. The air betrayed its nature as it gave no room for breathing,The ground beckoned surrender and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2053836/ Who tends the garden now the old mans gone?I used to see him as I passed, trowel in hand and knees on small slip of lawn. 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All across the town, homes turned down their lights. Chairs were pulled up, scraped against bare oaken floors. Blinds were slowly lowered and locks were turned in their doors. Children moved silently about, preparing mother's finest dining room.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2053702/ You were my mirror and my lens. With your help I excized the parts of me that didn't suit. I cut away my rough edges and you took your words and sanded down my truths. I was less afraid of losing me than losing you. I shouldn't have given so much of myself. Perhaps I should have become an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2053700/ I am scar tissue. 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I can feel my purpose but I can't yet see it.It sits impatiently .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2026970/ The shelf underneath her heart collapsed.Her legs followed suit, as they so often do when we find ourselvesConfronted with the beautiful truth that had grown thorns in the shade.Away from the light of day it fought for life and when it found it lacking,Decided to bade farewell to niceties an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2025376/ Well, s**t http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2015898/ How is it fair that I can still feel you upon my heart. Like a well beaten path on which you've left your mark. Every time I walk it I see you just around the bend.Like a well read letter I keep forgetting to send.I hear you at the edges. Your laugh the echo just beyond the trees. A haunti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2015432/ There is music I keep from you.As I know there are jokes you keep from me.And for no other reason than I'd like to be,The man that you share your laughs with,Just please sit a while, just right there and listen. Because there is a song I want us to sing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2014418/ I pick flowers from your mind like it's a garden and climb the porch with my stolen dandelions,Where I present you with my lies,bare now under your chill winds and harsh sunshine. Inevitably, our flowers find the bin.And you go back to him. To rake the leaves from his garden and keep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2013942/ I march to the beat. Punchlines like armour, laughter like boots upon my feet.When medals polished to a sheen,A graphic example of well used tactics to keep the hurt brief. I go into battle with only these.A barrage of deflections, no exit wounds to clean. No mess, no outward sign to mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/2013599/ The wallpaper was outdated,A faint musty smell lingered.But it was cozy there enough for the two of us.Warmth from held hands, lovelocked fingers.It was there we learnt a lesson in lamplight;Never judge a nook by its corner. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1983940/ "I tried to be funny"-a book by me when I couldn't sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1953385/ There are often two sides to every coin and every person is piece of gold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1949144/ For the teens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1947958/ I once heard,"If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company"I feel a stranger in my company. A foreigner in his native land. Son of no country. All this done by his own hand. I once thought,"If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company"I bound my own ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1947818/ Do you see me at the bus stop? In the crowds at parades, in a glance?I see you.When my gaze lands on nothing in particular And the world unfocuses. When I look down at my hands I can't help but see yours in them. You own my skin and thoughts. Or rather, you stole them. Or I gave them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1946916/ Technology vs nature vs nurture http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1935921/ I will not be the architect of my misery,I won't champion my grief.I will herald none of my sadness.I will live long and happy and keep ill will brief. I am moving onto better heartbreak.Patchwork heart filled with the people that I meet. Mine shall burst at the seems with love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1935919/ Plans for a gap life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1914151/ The state of the environment and such http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1910755/ Just a rant about certain types of celebrity culture and mindset I hate these days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1895560/ For the most faithful and loyal of companions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1889918/ Reach deep and stand tall http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1883872/ Abuse of any kind is deplorable and unacceptable and domestic abuse affects countless males and females every year, I've chosen a female perspective purely for creative license http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1872414/ What once roared now whimpers,Summer sun sets and beckons winter's,Cold embrace with the ease of one used to such retreats.The fires gone out, the embers cold, Ash coats the wall where recently shone goldAnd a passionate red, hot and fast,The memory of it begging to last, rejected.It s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1872028/ Sitting on a bench till dark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1869938/ I remember walking with you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1866233/ What else but love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1865495/ A leap of faith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1865065/ I suppose this poem is about how walking a path once too often can sometimes lead to getting lost in something once familiar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1864023/ We are the sum of all our heart's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1863625/ You survive everything you encounter in life,Until you don't. So be brash, be bold, take what is yours and never be told,That you can't do what you feel is right, To hold what you feel is yours to behold.Take with you all those you can,Lift high those that have fallen on harder times tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1863617/ Sometimes the best ispiration comes from the acknowledgement that the emotion you feel at one point isn't always so clear cut; inspiration often comes from gray areas I suppose. This is one of those. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1862793/ A poem I wrote some years ago and probably my first exploration into writing poetry. Inspired by some feelings I had at the time that I couldn't express to the people I wanted to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smartpig555119/1862174/