http://slow.writerscafe.org/natevanwyk1 The original writings of author MrMojoRisin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041472 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I look into my mirror and see your faceMy mirror cracked in the creases of your beaten faceSmudges of fingertips reaching inTo pull you out into the world like a new-born loveOut of the womb of depressionOf down-trodden battery of the mindI try to wipe clean the bruises on your beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natevanwyk1/1972684/ Sitting on the precarious precipiceBetween man and natureUncertainty and rageLife and deathAlcohol-induced anger boils his bloodAs the dark clouds loom over himHe feels God's tenacious touchTrapping his feeble body against the cold metal floorBullet-rain stingsBarge-wind howlsHe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natevanwyk1/1971939/ It's too easy to fallOne fateful look into the perfect pair of eyes is enough to send your doomed soul into the endless space of a single momentAnd in that moment the masculine body fights to the death for pride and honourFor crass high fives And for obnoxious laughs with great gustoFor .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natevanwyk1/1970257/ Belle sitting in the dark room In a black dress with red lips and dark hair, skin fair.With a smile that brings men to their knees and makes time slow. The red rose of my heart I'd wish you'd let grow.You look at me over your glass of red and I'm lost.Caught in a seconds trance between the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natevanwyk1/1970256/ Once upon a time In the kingdom of PsyStory of a man And his will to find a brideSearching his whole lifeUntil the day that he diesUntil he realisedHe doesn't need someone by his sideLone wolf With a passion for loveShouting at the moon As it lights up from aboveQuestioning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natevanwyk1/1970254/ ITo one who dreams of happiness and truth,I see youYou, whose innocent view on the simplicity of life had suddenly been clouded grey on discovering pessimism in old age and intellect,I see youExtraordinary scholar who tolls day after insufferable day toward a dying beacon on a running ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/natevanwyk1/1953238/