http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheUnrulyWriter The original writings of author TheUnrulyWriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010905 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Travel onlyTo my soul,Enter onlyThrough my door.Set free again.Break it down,Breaking down,Our walls.But did you have our hearts?And set free. Again.To chase themAnd to spinOur threads,And break down our walls.Hunting on our girls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1963365/ It seems to me, it seems to be,That history repeats.I only trust what I can see,And all I see are my own feet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1943047/ You are everything and everything is a part of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1942368/ My thoughts on worship are probably controversial.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1932847/ Happiness is more than not being sad... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1925605/ Slightly inspired by Cocorosie; mostly inspired by being alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1923067/ I wish I could have your hair in my hairYour skin on my bloody fleshMy bones are brittle and weak and youngYours are wise and grownBut most of all, I wish for your feelingsI’d take your hardships; anchor them downI’d wrap our arms around ourselves Forget to breathe, if I had toIn your ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1922318/ So often you say thingsWith so little meaningThey mean many thingsI hardly can speak with youLet alone listenIn fear of spideryWebs on your lipsI don’t know if you mean itBut I’ve been bitten beforeAnd still harbour a scarFrom the juice of our bloods http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1922314/ Thoughts on how to enjoy the present while still keeping the future in mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1920979/ Inspired by Led Zeppelin's The Rain Song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1919390/ It doesn’t matter what ash is spread against meHe isn’t finished; he’s still out on his spreeA telltale sign that I’m not quite burned out yet:The crackle of amber not ready to call quitsThey say, “don’t give up!”, they chant, “keep on running!”B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1902382/ I don’t really need it.And if I’d think, I’d think I’d find,I don’t even want it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1897098/ He is there!Right in front of me!But he’s not realShe was there, tooIn the windowMade me scared!But she was a trickSo I ran offI ran to youBut she was falseAnd so are you!Am I really so alone?That the stars must play tricks?And form these little people?Made out of sticks? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1897095/ Gotta love yourself :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1896946/ He’s stuck in the limelightHe doesn’t know its strengthThey told him it would lead himTo a place where he could sleepHe’s stuck in the fireHe doesn’t know its heatThey told him it would take himTo a place where he could freezeNow he’s lost in the darknessWhen he thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1896229/ Maybe I’m just rottingMaybe I don’t careBut this isn’t what he meantBy flowers in her hairI’ve gone to CaliforniaI’ve been the universeNow I’ll be here in the worldFor better or for worseThe stars are in my eyesThe worms are in my hairThe dirt is in my nailsThe ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1896226/ A song I wrote after my great grandpa died. His wife had died many years ago and he missed her very much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1894864/ My sleep paralysis sometimes makes me have out-of-body experiences while falling asleep or waking up. It feels like part of me leaves my body and disperses into the universe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1894077/ Blue and greysAn ocean of starsSpotting a satelliteBy the street signTaking ridesIn that old carWhere the cat would escapeFrom the sunWalking in circlesThinking of songsWearing the shoesThat I used toThe cat was aliveThe porch was alightWe were sitting thereLike we shouldBack when things matteredBef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1891315/ She is thereAnd I am hereAnd all we doIs stareShe says to me"Let's let us be"And I can't seemTo fight herWe walk the grassWe pace the pathsWe run all throughThe fieldsAnd when we're doneWe watch the sunHow it shines so In her hairAs we fall to sleepOn hills so steepIn a vale that Spreads o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1889874/ Today I walkedAnd talkedAnd stoppedAnd turned aroundSome timesI'm sureSo why can't IRemember? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1884623/ I'm just a normal manWho can't control the timeBut if I were a wizardI'd put it on rewindI'd frolick through my childhoodI'd right the wrongs I knewBut most of all if I went backI would never have lost youBut like the moon shines on the riverAll will soon be darkYet although the time still passesSo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1884617/ Sometimes my face gets blurryAnd my lines will disappearI wish I existed like you doAnd the others could really hearMy hands can walk through wallsMy feet can feel the airBut there's no point at allWhen I'm the only one who's there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1882453/ Silly, silly meI was stuck inside a dreamWhere I wandered lonely forestsWith empty boxes in the treesI liked the noises in the branchesWhere trinkets trinkled in the breezeI liked the faeries’ daedal dancesAnd their tricky little pleasBut the Ravens in the HeavensThey had seen this story befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1881684/ Seems how we used to beIs how we used to seeAnd all the ways of going roundAnd going round and round have foundFound a better wayBetter way to playAnd when the wind does fail the sailsAnd bring such ails to beat me frailI’ll swim up to shoreAnd then I’ll gather moreAbout the way to find .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1881083/ the opposite of an existential crisis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880765/ A poem about the difficulties of trying to live in the present. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880758/ Dear old heavens,Why’d you do it like that?Like she deserved itWhich she didBut no seconds chances?No second thoughts?Have all her rain dancesBeen for but naught?Sure, she raised hellOnce upon a timeBack when the sea still shone redFrom the blood of God’s enemies But that was lifetimes a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880509/ This story is about a dream I had after staying up late debating whether it was time to stop hanging out with someone who had proven himself a bad friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880504/ An ekphrasis poem about Kurt Cobain inspired by his pastel artwork of the same title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880495/ Don't you know how beautiful you are?In the things you do?In the things you say?The way you don't stare?Someday I hope to meet youIn someone elseWho I can love foreverBeautiful like you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880355/ Here I am On a bed of leavesCall me sillyWith spiders in my hairMy bosom in the dirtMy feet in the waterIs it starting again?Or trying it over?Looking at me Like I don't belongWhere are you?In your grave?Take one more lookWe're no more than faeriesTricky and dangerousUnreal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880298/ Written in honor of a lost friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880147/ A passerby watches a flower float through the air, stopping to contemplate the complexity of human language. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880144/ This poem discusses slipping out of a seemingly shared existence with another person while sleep deprived, and realizing that reality will never be as wonderful as it seems through rose-tinted eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880140/ But that voice Oh she whispered“I dare you”And chuckledSo I laughedAnd played alongIt was just a whimWho turned to dreamsThen I let her take my handWhich was onto my bodyWhich my mind laid insideSo I let her make my mindAnd the words she spoke I thought. They said:“Hold agape your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880136/ The man leans forward, intrigued. “Can you remember anything?”He remembers everything. The struggle without a fight. Why couldn’t he fight? He remembers knowing the darkness could do anything with him and his lover that it wanted. She is dead. But he is alive. It wanted him to live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUnrulyWriter/1880134/