http://slow.writerscafe.org/EvanKleve The original writings of author Evan Kleve en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053419 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/716888/ Good vs. EvilThe ever classic good vs. evil.We stand here watching as a man dressed in white, symbolizing good and peace, fights a man dressed in black, symbolizing evil and chaos. They are equally matched. They each have their fair share of hits and dodges. Watch as they knock each other down. As t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/715304/ The FirstThe first opposites were the genders. Male and female. Man and woman. Boy and girl.In many ways, they are different. He is competitive. Territorial. Lustful. Masculine.She is noncompetitive. Sharing. Romantic. Feminine.But when they meet they are so compatible. He makes her feel safe. She m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/715235/ Yes, I know. I have a poem about it. But that's what got me thinking. This is a collection of stories about opposites, most probably about love of some sort. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/715211/ My cat is quite fatHe lumbers around all dayAnd eats way to much http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/715208/ A ghostly tearslippeddown her translucent cheekas she stared at the floating boyin front of her"Why?"She askedShaking her head.He just smiled and drew her into a hugWhich both could feel but notAnd he whispered in her ear"You didn't getWhat I meantwhen I saidI would follow you anywhere." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/714660/ The hippopotamus fell in love with the platypus. But the platypus didn't love it back, so it climbed a mountain. On that mountain there was a curtain, who told it that it was an idiot for leaving the hippopotamus. So it went back to tell it it was sorry and that it actually did love it, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/713278/ My notebook sitsOn my bedside tableA pen on the topWaiting to be freeFree to write my thoughts for meAnd let my emotions flowThrough the tipWhen I need to get them outBecause I can't speak themFor one reason or anotherWhether it be embarrassmentOr fearFree to take my dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/713153/ There are different kindsof dirt and grimeand different ways to see them.Through mind and heartor even artBut there's one thing that can helpFalling water pounding downFrom plumbing or the skyWash away that dirt and grimeYou and calm have common time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/712962/ It's really quite amazingWhat nature has doneWith all the oppositesPut into oneHow things so differentCan so easily coexistWith tiny wings of orange And blue seas with mist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/712323/ No, this isn't real life. This never happened to me. But the idea popped into my head and boom, poem. Enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/712251/ Just a simple poem about love and my out look on it. Hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EvanKleve/712232/