http://slow.writerscafe.org/the%20epic%20writer The original writings of author Rachel K. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013863 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Be wary, young one. For the tongue is a powerfull creation, and even words said in the midst of anger, can still hurt far worse than you may never know.rachel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/700160/ all colors make up something- one color represents everything... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/699528/ run, run, in your fear,each sliding step, each crimson tear.pain, pain, each whip of the lash,blood flowing from this horrific gash.hide, hide, from the man,hurry now, make a plan.skin, skin, pale with fright,is bloodied and bruised, quite a sight.when, when, you entered me,it scared me half to deat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/698134/ I need to get out into the nighttime,For walls cannot keep me from the cool darkness that awaits...Shadows outside and in flicker and changeSo beautiful a caressing breeze swirls around in an Intricate aerial dance same as the shadows twistingon my unmoving face- the darker, more mysterious part of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/698133/ Starfire and heat staring down the face of oblivion for where does yesterday end up and where is tomorrow begin? What god of destruction or goddess of rebirth destroys or creates such intangible beings? What immortal force stays in the yesterdays, cleaning and eating everything we leave behind, leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/697573/ Swirling scraps of silk, Fluttering, fluttering breeze; Colors flashing bright. Twirling me so fast, Laughing in ecstatic glee;  Dress flies in my wake. Dance to no music, Outside on the windswept grass; Holding each other.We were so alone,But now we've found each other;Two isn't lonely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696288/ Slowly, ever so slowly, you pick away at my resolve. Your lower lip juts out, quivering as you try to hold back the tears that threaten to overflow. Why must you torment me so? You cry out, pleading in a high pitched wail of longing, and I feel the addiction sucking me back into the vortex, spearing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696287/ as i look into your beautiful eyes, my chest constricts. you say you'd rather live somewhere other than the sticks. i can hardly believe without a blink, you'd tear me apart,       you say you've felt this way from the very start. i choke on grief, and tell you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696286/ just one time and you soon hit the bottem,but that don't matter as long as you pop 'em.countless times i seen you come home high,makin' me always wanna cry.never enough till you smoke it or take another pill,makin' my little sister eyes always fill.Mommy's always cryin and Daddy silently weeps,never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696283/ running running running wind whipping caressingoh can you hear it can youhear the glorious music?louder louder yessssssopen sky i see themcalling me beckoningyes yes yes yes yes!screaming my ecstacyoh my god yes hold onim coming! i jump intothe air screaming in purepleasure yessssssss!anoint meeeeee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696281/ Patient expectation,Shallow breath rattled thy lungs.Thy hollow'd mind reduced to infantry,Death hastens.Be at peace, Elder Man!Dawn draws ever so near!Alas! Breaking light outburstsSilent beauty of night, In shattering brilliance!Thy soul slips to eternal rest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696275/ Cradled in Dusk's sweet arms,Caressing, calming, soothingThee, the childlike resemblenceThy hast become.Rest thee shattr'd mind, ohElder Woman, and leave thyTroubled life to the Forever PlainsOf Dusk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696274/ Walking down a road one night,Howling wind, spect'ral haunting sight.No moon bless'd thine shuttr'ed eyes,Curling fog, thick, cocoons thy cries.Decept'vly peacefull, tis griev'ous fault,Till haunting strains caused thee halt.Phantom in The Mist doth appear,Wi' mournfull lips, she hath sayeth so clea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696273/ Dark, brooding, in the night;Encompassing what is right.Unraveling the wonders of the world;Should be more to one mind to hold.Ever in the shadows lie;Hear its mournful, haunting cry.Sending shudders down your spine;Through the musty, mouldering pines.Ancient, knowing, old as time;Knowing all of rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696271/ Liquid agony streams down my face as I step up onto the railing. My mind is numb for the shrieks of denial and pain pounding inside of me with each limited beat of my heart. My breath hitches on a sob that can't be released. I stare into the black, angry waters of the sea roiling beneath my feet bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696269/ Waiting for the stars,The nightly reoccurance;That fill me with hope.Just sitting, watching,For the first ray ray of moonlight;So stars can appear.And so continue,Their slow celestial dance;Across the night sky.Into forever,My black eyes of eternity;Protect them, gazing.Wheel of time, I am,Older tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696268/ It calls.I cannot help it.I am falling deeper each day.I thirst for the dark.Knowing I am but a creature of the light,And cannot possibly survive the dark.Everywhere I go, gruesome scenarios of Trajedies that could happen to me plague My mind, and I find I would welcome the pain,Which gives me so mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696267/ raindrops falling forever the splattering of drops on my window panethe spiral of my days thebane of my existence doom and gloom waiting waiting for i don'tknow what darkened patchof grayish sky waitingforever waiting waiting waiting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696134/ Where ever there is life,There is Hope. How do you find HopeIn a fallen world?People say "do things that Make you happy. enjoy life. Have fun."Yes. well. not everyone has those priveliges.They speak from a priveliged mindset. You cannot spring Hope Anywhere if the person does notBelieve they have it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696131/ sadness, with slow resignation, painful clarity. no hysterics, but quiet sorrow. and pain.but seeing you happy gives me a point to my days,even though you truly could never be mine, anyways.  yet the pain keeps being dragged over a dull mind. slow sadness, i resign myself to my fate.i love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696128/ Normal day. Normal- life. I am calm. Dstn[Cda] asks me to go for a walk and I accept. We go to my house. All is quiet and calm. When we get to my house, I go upstairs to change into a better outfit. The sun is slowly making its rounds across the sky. I hurry. I go so fast. I chance a glance outside .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696127/ sweet singing pleasure lovers producing the lover song combining their passion into one two parts of one whole that's all they are the sweetness of her breath the timbre of his laugh the look in her eye when she becomes aroused the taste of his lips the delicious fire churning both their stomaches i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696126/ An ode to the Sun"Arrrrrrgggghhhh!"staring tracing the blue patterns of veins on her white creamy neck the burning thirst beginning in my throat the seductive pleasure-pain tingling in my sharpened fangs feeling the warmth beating against my granite skin leaning forward [if my mouth could salivate i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696123/ Peaceful day. Sedately walking. I know where I am, but things are not as they should be. The sun is hot. Very hot. I can feel it twisting my skin, but as the calm before the tempest, no pain traps my beleaguered hide. I look up. An odd-placed cemetery on a gently sloping hill directly to the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696122/ A poor whimpering puppy.Left behind by it's owner.Poor thing. No one hears it-No one cares.For a lost, sad, nameless puppy. Pleading in little wailsTo the insolent passers-by,In this harsh world. All alone it cries.It starts to rain.It'll get wet. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696120/ a well deserved slap in the facewell handled my dear as shots rang out you kept your head as all hell broke loose and demons surgedforth from every black pit on theentire reality time and spacemyth and legend taking on a whole new meaningthey're howling maniacly they crash forward to takeaway ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696118/ I stumble in spite of myself, neck swooning unsupported.I collapse, like a child who has reached her limit, refusingStolidly to go any further. You strike, again and again, leaving me with no refuge.You make me puke. I watch with horror as you launch theFinal blow. I cower, but it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696117/ EACH CHORD HITTING POUNDING LIKE PRECISION ORCHESTRA BASE LINETHRUMMING PICCOLOS CHIRPING FLUTES CLARINETS WHISTLING IN COMES BAND DRUMS PORING OUT THE BEAT VIOLINS SINGING OUT PRECISE NOTES CHELLOS BOOMING SAXAPHONES GIVING SHARP SWEET TONES OF JAZZ-LIKE LOVE PIANO TRAMPLING OUT DIFFERENT HARMONI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696116/ Do you really know the face of Pain?Can you truly understand how much it hurts?To watch their life slip between your fingers,And know you can't do anything about it?Can you really comprehend Agony?As your life slowly slips to shambles before your eyesKnowing you can do nothing, as burn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696114/ Surrounded by emptiness,Nurtured by isolation.Mothered by lonliness,Educated by limitation. Alone in my confines,Eyes that follow.Do nothing but remind,That I am hollow. I find myself babbling,To their emotionless masks.And I find myself gambling,On what they woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696113/ Shifting sky above,Fades into eternity;The stars are my light. Voluptuous moon,Bright and ripe for my gazing;Wonder in my eyes. Sees no differenceAbove or below, for theLake reflects no face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696110/ Falling into EternityWhat shall be, inevitablyThe siren call of blissful sleepThe only thing that you shall keep.For though Infinite waits me now,I will finally at last avow,My precious gift of one last DreamTrying to ignore Humanity's screams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696108/ Peace is gone,Life destroyed,Effects of hate, All because one man, Such a heart of stone,Ecstatic to make people his toys.Heart is brutally crushed, Eager demons break your body, Loving your screams of Agony,Pleasing their cruelty.Maybe Death would beEasier, when life is the true Eternity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696107/ when someone goes HOME to GOD that is DEATHNever alone, sad, hungry or Pained, Death is justThe next greatAdventure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696106/ My Personal Battle Within Myself,The silent numbness of my days,Indicating on the outside nothing is wrong,But, something is ALWAYS wrong.I laugh, I sing, I write, I'm okayBut no one really feels my pain-And why should they?I never let anyone in anyways.In the midst of My Personal Battle Within Myse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696105/ How do you know what Hell feels like?Do you fall asleep, knowing your screams Shall wake you up?Praying to God to cut it short tonight,Knowing it will be to no avail?Are you haunted by those fingers,That creep over your intimate parts,As you inwardly shudder in revulsion,But you know you are too muc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696104/ When inspiration strikes me through,Leaving me reeling inside my soul,And excitement bubbles in my heart-This is what I'm passionate about.Oblivious to the years passing by,And to be honest, I don't even care,As long as I can write.The long and flowery,Simple and complex,The wordy, and the raw,Oh Go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696102/ My mask. My armor. My life.You know, I have worn this mask,So long, that I don't even realize it anymore.And now, I am falling apart at the seams.I used to be perfect. The mask was in place,And no one but me could see around it.But most times, my mask was so effective,I never even knew I had it on.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696101/ The kids at school, they call her Ice Queen.That her heart is stone, cold, but they don't Know what that really means.They haven't lived the life she's lead,If they did, they'd all be dead.They don't see, the things she's seeing,Outside it's a mindless stare,Inside, she's screaming.Her mind is blank.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696098/ There's nothing simple about this girl.Though she stands in a tunnel,Her body on display,There is nothing simple about this girl.There's nothing simple about this girl,Her heart was mangled,Her body broken,There is nothing simple about this girl.There's nothing simple about this girl.Her eyes are cy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696097/ Lord? Mamma say that if little lambs need to make the bad people go way, that all we need to do is pray. Please, Lord? Make the bad man go way? I don't like him. He hurts me. He makes Mamma scream. Make the bad bad man go way. Amen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696096/ Waitin' in da' foyar,Fer 'er troo love tae retorn.He marched off tae war,Ne'er tae be seen agan.She waits a dai an' a dai agan,Och, me lass, ha' ye no life?Tha' ye wait an' wait fer a manLong gone many foortnites ago?Lass, da' loovesick gaze doona suit ye,He prolly foond himsel' wit another wooman.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696095/ I see this, a shattering sight.Soul rending in the beauty,Remaking into a new entity in its glory.A sweet blush on a porcelain face.A cast of prism so delicately shattering.Complexion of light so intriguingly made.The subtle glow of many hues mixed toMake a heavenly sight.The intensity of the shades.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696021/ Here where the water falls soft,And mist bathes you sweet, like a virgin hand.Where you go to be forever lost,Here, where the water falls soft.Here where the water falls soft,The rushing sounds like sweet music.To feel the silken water, hands held aloft,Here, where the water falls soft.Here where th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696020/ Sometimes I wonder why I even try.My heart is bleeding.I bare my feelings in private to the Cold reflection in the mirror,Knowing you love another.I wish my heart was dead.Every breath I take around you burns like fire.You have stolen my soul without evenRaising a finger.Unknowingly, unwittingly.Why.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696019/ The Fire is eating me alive,As I stare into the Glory and Wrath of The Lord.I feel my soul rending as I see His sorrowed face slip away.Sorrow? I think wildly.I hear His voice in my head one last time."You made your choice. For that, I am sorry.""NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"I scream i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696018/ Ether real like sparkling moonlight,  She sits, the epitome of otherworldly beauty.Skin like the purest alabastor, Her lips like a pale peach.Iridescent wings, so translucent,Hair like snow, curling in whisps of air.Eyes like stars, gently arching eyebrows,And virgin hands, so delicate, the i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696017/ I call, but you do not heed. Your ears are open, but your mind is closed.I whisper to your heart, but you remain ignorant.I gaze into your face, eyes holding my affection- need,And you wonder why I am looking at you for so long.Why? Do you do this a-purpose?Do you mean to antagonize my heart?Surely .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696016/ Hands held aloft, silken ropes of muscle corded over satin skin.Waist so slim, body made of pure, unadulterated sin.Mouth so full and luciously shaped,Hair so thick, gloriously draped,Over a back so sleek,Through every pore, pleasure seeps.Eyes slumbrous, eyelashes black and sooty,Nothing compares t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696015/ i feel as if i was popped frommy bubble my seamless existenceof blissfull ignorance. now i open my eyes,forever impossibly unique because theyare open...over and over again as I walk down the streetI see people walk alone,walking fast, eyes wide open, smile pasted on a falsely happy mouth.do they se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/the-epic-writer/696014/