http://slow.writerscafe.org/conrad_awsom The original writings of author The Last Philospher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027227 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was afraid Of you being the oneAnd me not being ready.Much wasn't saidAnd much more wasn't doneTrying to go a path slow and steadyI was afraid of getting near the end.But in truth I wasn't ready.I'm still not ready. As I try to bring fruitTo all these bad investments,The best I can ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/2103235/ Not there yetNot enough to lastA tougher challengeA bigger obstacleRun to catch upGet punished for starting lateSomeday you might make itA presence none can ignoreOthers nearly made itOnly legacy to leave behind"Work till you drop"A motivational poster saysAs you run till it hurtsUnsure if you'll ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/2041615/ It's nothing but irrational:The fear of Death.To be afraid of absolutely nothing,The least terrifying thing of all.This sensation,The absolute mystery.Nothing other than emptiness,No tomorrow nor history.Similar to now,And this emptiness deep inside,Stuck for what seems like forever.Trying to make i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/2020968/ I am a Spy! The best spy there is!You think I'm some regular joe,Another one who none will miss;But no I am a Spy!The best Spy!I can go undercover,You'll think I'm just a very nice guy,Trust me with your troubles and brag about your lover,Oh no, you messed up cuz I'm a spy!The best Spy!You migh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/2016624/ One of a kindIn a world so brokenThe right pathOnly he can findA hero of the peopleOne not afraid to fightYet not loyal to any flagNot in the front linesNot there for every lifeNo, not like themA meaningless weaponAn impenetrable shieldA tool for a greater planYet no property to a king or queenNot t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/2013560/ Nothing to fearExcept maybe myselfA monster tamed solely By a Leviathan MindAll things in balanceUntil the whip bearer restsMy most reliable defense Now turned against meMy impenetrable shield Now a torturous cageThe sharpest attacksTo and from myselfLike a razor sharp spearDanger Unc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/2011493/ It's not the visitsto the graveOr those momentsof loneliness and sorrow,But the laughter and Joy,The reminders that life is beautiful,That truly hurt.When you realize,They aren't there anymore...To see it with you too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1991174/ Tragic EventWhen things go to wasteNapkins scattered and tornHardly any filth on the white fabricA drink, not half empty, but sadly half fullUnattended by a boy on a phoneWhile a pizza waits in the center"Dad the pizza's here" the boy said ten minutes ago.Dad is busy buying a beer, listening to two .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1984554/ All too brightEchoes all aroundSomething here, Something thereYet it feels like a dreamLike a reflection of something I've already seenIs this real light or soundAm I breathing in real air?Those moments when I stood tallAmbitious and ready for it allA world of magic and songSomeplace I could finally.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1983568/ You may feel incomplete unfinishedMissing that one piece Out of two thousand Perhaps there are too manyA fragment of an older set now diminishedSome chunks of randomnessMaybe something cool could be made with thesethere are some very similarIt might fit if you get it to bend But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1983176/ The words being readAre they about meA look within my soulAre they about the worldA record of this state in timeAre they about youA formless substance For you to give meaningWas the rhyme intendedOr did it just happen Was there any purposeWhen I began to writeOr did it all just come togeth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1983175/ Scribbling and filling sheet. Hoping it will all be clear,Not wanting a rhyme or beat, Just hoping that the answer will somehow appear.Something none will buy,And none will read.Trying to find a reason... telling himself lies,That she wasn't everything he will ever need.He digs and claws awayLooking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1969671/ A promise long forgotten,Weight of the past still present,Joy from within now rotten.With eyes charred by flames,And ears torn by chaosOnly uncertainty remains.The birth of the chosenNow never to happen.God's armor is brittle,His fire now frozen.He who took action has faded,Lost in the darkness,'Ver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1969666/ I wrote this essay for my English class, my professor didn't read past the first paragraph because it didn't follow her outline structure. Her method does not fit my style, so I am publishing it here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1964309/ A practice of poetry without rhyme. Tell me what you think. Does it work or are the pieces with rhyme better? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1941337/ In loveAttachedEnchantedWhen you can see it all,It's hard not to fall,To want to stay,And just settle for okay.HeartbrokenLonelyDistressedWhen you must go,To build them a better tomorrow,Having no real say,No place to call home,No place where you can just stay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938473/ Do you even lift?How big is your load?Is it heavier than responsibility;Knowing that your actions affect others?Is it heavier than legacy;The weight of conserving your father's name?Is it heavier than a past;One where others were left behind,And you must ensure it was worth it.How much can you carry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938470/ It's an odd vulnerability.Being one so unbreakable,Yet with so much sensitivity.Strong eyes,Good size,Bones as strong as steel.Yet uncomfortable about my thighs,Embarrassed when my shirt hugs my sides,And a bit guilty after every meal.I don't question my worth.Bold yet pure intention,A man with grea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938463/ The noise,The past,And what's yet to be.It doesn't really matter,Cuz right now I'm just happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938456/ There's an itch inside my bones,No it's more like a tickle.Like a tease with a feather.I want to scratch,To rub,To press.What is this discomfort inside my bones? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938451/ Ugh! Writers Block!What do I say?Well doesn't this suck!?I put things on paper,But it's just not enough...This better get fixed.Cuz of this goes on,My future'll be rough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938449/ What is the point of this poem?What is this writings meaning?Is the point to show a feeling,To share a though,To make you do or do not,Is the point to show you me?What will my intention be?When I write this poem...What will I show them?In poetry there's that can be,So many ways to go.First there's r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938443/ A tragedy repeated throughout history. A curse that continues to this day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938439/ Another poem written from feelings deep within myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938436/ It's been suggested to me by a new friend to write more about myself, that something much deeper can be found. Well, let's see how my soul will sound. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1938434/ A running fridge andan ongoing TV echoing through the walls creating a scatteredmess that insists on not letting me be.I hear the noise ofthe things I have no control of,Things I cannot makesense of.  Why run a colossalfridge that is practically empty?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1934226/ Don’t be afraid todiffer from Gods plan,This is the best I’vegot to say.The things I’ve seenand creatures slayed,What has haunted meis being a mortal man. I couldn’t wait for asavior and so my quest began.Since then I’ve been.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1916530/ Charlie never fit in with the world... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/conrad_awsom/1902961/