http://slow.writerscafe.org/Calthe13th The original writings of author The Poet of Black Wings en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776076477 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I thought about screaming. Crying. Falling to my knees and cursing every god above. But in the end, It didn't matter what I did. We lost. She's dead. So, I just turned... And walked away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/2882100/ Dim rose filterAs the sun come up, As the birds wake up.Rattles andCoughs andChirps and enginesAnd buzzing, flittering lightAs the sky wakes up.As the night drifts away.In the towers,The sound stays highWhere everywhere elseIs low.But the sunStays the same.As we w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/2118419/ What if, I'm in love with you? What will I do, How will I live? With the truth splayed out, For all to see. There's so much fear, And so much Hope. I want it to be, But I'm terrified,You see. I'm a mess, You are beauty, I am lost, And you're grace. So, what if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/2034985/ Sitting in the darkI scream.I tear at my flesh,Paint it new.Drink the tonicTo make it better.Breath ash,Inhale the powders.What else am I to do.There's nothing else.Nothing left.It's all hollow.Hero's, just lies.promise, gone.Future, a joke.Nothing matters.And I don't Care. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1974116/ She doesn't really like you.It's an act.You're a fool to think,They actually care.You're just a voice in my head.They laugh at youWhen you're gone.You always lie.You creep her out.She thinks you're disgusting.I won't listen to you.SHE HATES YOU!I n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1948045/ Bite.Chew,Gnaw.The fabric flesh tore so easily.Almost as if It had never been together,At all.Hands bloody,bones aching, skin frozen.He couldn't help but Bathe in the heat ofThe rabbit's heart.Crimson redTrickling down his body,The fire of which fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1945392/ Sometimes,you see it in the mirror.Behindyou.Just.Close,yet,Farenough to bare. Youbegin to notice outside of reflection.Creepingup,Everso slightly.Closer,Andcloser.Claustrophobiclyso.You,run.Runfaster than you ever have before.Ifonly to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1864546/ You know, maybe she should have spent some extra time on the thruster plating. or made sure that the life support wouldn't get clogged up . perhaps even checked the quality of that engine she found in the scrap heap.That all harldy mattered right now though, at the moment, Argant needed to ei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1849972/ MyheartBeatsfor you.Andfor you alone.Everytime i see your resplendent face, Orhear that mellifluous voice,Evenfind a note, written in your hand.Thereis a flutter in my chest,Sendingmy whole body aquiver with excitement. ScarcelyI do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1814004/           INT. A'S ROOM, WHITE VERSION.          Open on a shot of A sitting on his bed, from behind. The          room is blank, completely undecorated. only the bed is          visible. A's semi-sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1812280/ For a long time,I've felt nothing. Not joy,Not anger,Not even sadness. Not really. Just a grand void.A melancholy. Then i met you.I felt,Nervous. Scared, apprehensive...And happy. My heart fluttered. Then, I felt like i was falling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1811964/ I taste red on my tongue.It's the flavor of iron. Then hint of salt.The sort like tears.And small lick of pepper.Gunpowder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1811309/ Have you ever felt like you're not incontrol?Like, somehow, no matter what you do,you have no impact, Or say, of how things go?I think you have.I think you do.Everyday...And we just try and push it to theback.To forget.Pick between this crook, or this idiotto le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1810474/ Friends and neighbors. Living together, Day after day.Peacefully. Then, something terrible happens.It drives them apart.Makes them paranoid. And just like that,They'll turn on eachother. Protecting nothing But themselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1810035/ Everything's ok.Everything is, just fine.Don't mind the cameras.They're for protection, Here to keep watch on the...Undesirables. All is well. Heed not the men with guns.They will keep you safe.Make sure the law is kept,And a weapon is between us andThe crime.Ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1808534/ Pressure.A building force in my skull,Pushing against it's walls.Like something trying toBash it's way out.Cracking both bone thought,Enough to enrage andBring sickness.Tears, even.The crescendo you can feel.Coming, coming.Always in the build But it never gets thereAnd the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1808210/ A thousand looks.A thousand kisses,A thousand licks,I'll never tire.A thousand days,A thousand years, orA thousand lives.No amount of time will grow old.A thousand actions, A thousand gifts,A thousand words.Nothing, can ever express.My heart,For you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1807842/ It's almost robotic,The way I feel,The way I express. It's a constant effort, Only to show empathy Or surprise. Genuine things,Emotion and reaction.They are buried deep.This whole life,I've only known Control. Control of myself.Such to the point whereI simply cannot act.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1807419/ Books are hard to make.Try try i do, but hard still.Neverthemind, I can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1806597/ Day in and day out,They come to This tower,Looking for theseMeaningless pieces of paperThat they trade away incrementsOf their lives for,Only to realize that it's allJust so pointless, That is,Until they get more, And more, And more,Giving away their time,More,And more,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1806148/ ThisplaceOr,this, not place.Asomewhere... Nowhere?…Itcan make you ramble like this.Justbeing there...Ittouches the mind,Asort of, print, it leaves.Canbe hard to focus.It'smade of,Well,Nonsense,to the average mind.Nonsenseand fears, depress.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1805745/ Lost little lamb.Separated from the heardBy the gnashing jawsOf a red beast.Cut away in fear,The panic toDisappear. Nearly trampledBy foot of friend.And close to gnawedBy monsters fang.All that could be done, Was flee away,To the lonely wood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1805353/ Flowers in a crown.Reds, yellows, blues top the hill.Round the boy in white. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1804838/ Someday, we'll go home.With all the brights in the skies.Lighting up the nights.It'll be us, again. Someday. Someday. We had to stop here.This little rock on the Edge of somewhere. We needed to journey, Proper. Before we were born.And after. Sky is home,But the grou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1804372/ Slow Blurred.Completely incomprehensible. The drink twistsAnd turns the mind round.Upside, downside.Same thing.It's all confused. All the same.Things are,Skewed. The drink does this,But, so do I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1803432/ They all have fake smiles.Masks with grins written to fool.It's a sort of tool. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1802894/ The flaming bird sings.Songs of pain, echo across the earth.The sky, cracked under torment. Black seeping in from the void. Voices cry out, Clawing at your ear.Beyond, a world best forgotten. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1802277/ Gabriel swung Back and fourth in his yard,All day.It was cold winter,Yet he stayed,Lazily swaying. His dog found him,Looking to play.He barked andHowled at him,Trying to take his attention. But the boy kept to His swing,Obviously in no mood for games.His cat came to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1801814/ Sky people come downRed ground meets wing, staining them.Forever, forevermore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1801353/ The enemy,Has children. Loved ones And family. Hopes,Dreams,And aspirations. They want to see A future. They want a placeTo raise their young.They want to seeLove.They want to save their people.And their way of life.The enemy Isn't a monster. They aren't mindl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1800635/ You're never good enough. Jobs and the like,Work.You're never good enough.No matter whatYou can do,What you've done,How or who you are.Never good enough.Regardless the typeOf work,Or the place,Or the people running it.They say they'll get backTo you.Still lookin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1799952/ Happy fourth.The day we celebrate our"Freedom".The day we celebrate our independence,Our brake, from tyranny. Once, that was true.We became a free nation.No kings to lord over us,From a far.Unfortunately, we must have forgot What cruel rule felt like,And let it happen all ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1798745/ They put us in cages.Small, cramped, and crowded cells.Give us black and white stripes to wear.Some form of labelTo tell the world We are less.Undesirable and undeserving Of a free life.For some, This is true. All brand of murderers and Rapist can be found Beside thief and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1797609/ Slave.Yes, i am addressing you.You are a slave.This being news to you,I'm not surprised. The masters have doneWell to conceal many things. Especially this.Your freedom,A lie. It's always been.The luxuries you enjoy,Your carThis money,Your f*****g khakis. It's not really.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1796838/ I hate love poems.Or maybe loath.Loath, is right.That sort of feelingThat disdain and disgustThat can only be described byLoathing. Poems pointed at the Hearts of lovers and the Lonely.To easy.Much much to easy, Yet, so very popular, so muchly…Loved.Praised for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1796358/ Burning white eye,Hanging in the sky.Scorching the earth below With it's intense gaze.The closer it gets,The more unbearable This heat.Scarcely i canImagine, What could be worseThan the glaring,Of our firey Sun. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1796354/ Tick, tick, tock, tick, tock.The clock keeps going backwards.Tock, tick, tock, tick, tick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1795805/ There is…Something,In the well.Looking backUp at me.I can only seeThe eyes.They're like Two pieces of silver,Shining in the dark.I can hearFaint noises From below.Between the ripplesIn the water,Little whispers Pipe up.Hushed tones,Calling me.Come dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1795250/ Nodding, Drifting, Dozing intoA soft slumber. Resting on soft, Cloud-like pillowsFalling deeper intoA dreamland. Deeper, deeper downInto the surreal world Just beyond waking.The warm welcomeOf sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1794730/ Look,At the world.What do you see?Struggle, Strife.War, disease, famine, corruption. All spawned from,What?Need? Want?Mankind's very nature? Many say yes.We are vile,Cruel creatures That create nothingBut destruction And kill eachother forGreed and all kinds ofFal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1794508/ The man withNo eyes,Delcares this isAn ugly world.The man withNo ears,Screams to be heard,When no one speaks.The man withNo mouth,Enjoys the beautiful And listens to it's song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1794150/ No features, save eyes.Grey skin, gangly legs, red patch.Surprisingly nice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1793844/ Old,Decrepit, Vile.It stands there In the cold winter wood,Like a monument to All things considered unholy And unnatural. Defiant in it's very nature.Simple it must have been once.Just a cabin Made with plank and logs.Surely, something happy onceHappened on It's grounds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1793286/ Walls covered in vines. Green, mingling between Red cracks of brickAnd crawling up towardRough, tan slates.Bending in through oldWindows, Peaking at the faded murals Inside as the sun brightens themThrough the crumbling ceiling. Sand finds it's way from the beachTo meet the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1792783/ Stuck in an endless war.One where causes and factions Don't matter.We'll fight over anything. Whether it beOur gods Or our prides.We'll fight overReds versus bluesIf it keeps theBullets going.They kept theFires burning, Just to keep theirWallets growing. Blurred our v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1792245/ Can't think straight right now.Pain in my bones, distracting.Maybe tomorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1791788/ There's a red dot on the map.He's been wandering the states,- The good old USA -All the way fromEast, to westWith nothing but his packAnd some friends along the way.Hopping trains,Hitching rides,And going on adventures.We waved him a short "goodbye"When he set out toWalk .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1791328/ Dance.Dance and Sing andDrink andLove until you can't. Take every opportunity. Smile,Be free.Take a moment, To enjoy this moment. You never know how many you'll get. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1790615/ At the top of the world,Where the great dragon rests.When all fear it's flame and suffer it's law.When those born to serve, Strive to rule.When blood purges blood And black shines.Will a maiden of blue, be born.Shall she ferry the light,And be consumed by it's white flame.Be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1790181/ The mind ofTemporary beings.The heart ofA living thing.The soul,Of the world.Each one is anAbsolute mustWhen you make them.If one is missing, The child will beIncomplete. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calthe13th/1790131/