http://slow.writerscafe.org/Optimistprime249 The original writings of author Ric Miner en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050659 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Never mind the pressure to stay, let's be pragmatic and play by the rules laid out within the framework of the game.Whatever notion you alleviate thrupatronizing that which belittles your trade only sets you up to fall face first into becoming a fool anyway. Please, excuse me, I wouldn't w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1967388/ Hello, little one. Welcome. I can hear you giggling from where I'm sitting and it's lighting the path to my heart. Even though you are not mine, just a glimpse my way proves to be all I need for momentary bliss, and I forget. That life happened. Or should I say happens. No matter, from what I ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966443/ Watch, as patience leaves,Replaced by lazinessAnd self deceit,God damnit,I thought I had it, as it turns out, it was just another moment gone manic. Full force ahead, it says, speaking only in a tongue it knows instead, spewing lies like magic, incanting a life turned tragic, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966441/ With benefits http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966440/ If we were to move at light speed, would we ever see it? And if we did, would we even need it? If I became more than a sum of inborn fears, would I see that there is no need to leave here? That what comes, will inherently go, that none of us, could possibly know, what will stay past it's gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966438/ Compress me down to a singularity, Threads of innumerable thickness, Texture and history, Side to side,You'll see rarity collide With mystery.Then the magic happens.We bend the lensFrom which we view,The process follows suite,And the tincture left overIs 100% me,Made from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966436/ The lastA name etched in the sandThe last of my kindDoesn't leave Any ace up the sleeveAny perk in the handWe fought ourselves Till we saw each oneNo moreWe built our hellOut of a heaven We could've adoredA face placed in historyOne lost in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966433/ A ghost amongst others, Rattlin chains,I wouldn't bother,Knowing it's floats,And won't discover,Where it comesOr goes, it knows,it has no author,just another white sheet wavingPaying respects,To the life It's framing, Never regrets,What it's taking, And soThe ghost re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966431/ An ode to overthinking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966430/ F**k, I got stuck In The land of the lostCause,which must've Made me loathe the Artists' Call, knowing I'll destroy what createsSuch wonder and aweBut am I that big, A god of destruction Running amuck and Taking whatever sticksTo the wall? Probably just sick,And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966428/ VelritiousRemembering you're a part of something bigger than yourself.Tragedy strikes at the most sporadic moments. Like an unattended punch to the gut it leaves us reeling, and grasping for air. Hidden amongst the despair is a gift, reminding us of a simple fact about life. Families come to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966416/ CanulousA case for suicideLife has its way of testing our resolve. This is no more evident then when people become terminally ill. A death sentence, with knowledge of how it will happen. It could be overly painful, yet benign in outward appearance, but a devil to your insides. If there ever .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966415/ Japhaia Becoming aware of life's impartial behavior and its implications. It doesn't take much to find the horrors of humankind. A swipe on your phone and a few simple pushes will get you to the news and you'll see how bad it is. Famine, while others gorge, war, while others have peace, inju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966412/ AperellateA love for a particular landscape Feeling connected to our planet is intrinsic to the human experience. It's not only that this place gives rise to emotional states; more that it becomes a part of how we encounter life here on a daily basis. Day by day we choose to live on the land.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966411/ FhellungheistThe overwhelming sadness of burying a family member who never forgave youDeath by design is the end of a journey. Any which way you look at it, what was given to you at the beginning is taken back when you respire no more. Perhaps because of our innate love for journeys and purp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966410/ TrelinosiA false memory you begin to think is realListening to friends or family tell stories of yesteryears brings comfort and nostalgia, much like returning to your childhood hometown after decades of abandonment. As you hear them knit together the plot to an old narrative, like a master s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966389/ PolyfullagiaThe never ending job of Filling the inner void with something of this world.The human condition, in all of its might, will have you believe this, that, and the many. Yet somehow, we're just tagging along for the ride. Like an automated coat of skin, it effects our existence b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966388/ Somatose The feeling of never belonging to a group or cliqueSocial webs are fashioned in elusive and intricate ways. Weaving together many lives through shared experiences, and emotional tethers. Somewhere in between the strands and nodes of the web, lie those of us who never quite felt like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966384/ WylderfeldSeeing the life in someone or somethingMaybe it's part of some creative process that happens between the rods and cones of our eyes. Or perhaps it's all put together when the images our eyes see commingle with the chemistry of our brains. Seeing the life in someone or something is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966382/ Serenfellus When you first hear the sound of your inner voiceThe constant chatter in our brains goes on and on, seemingly never ending, much like the horizon, wrapping itself around the earth so we can see no difference between them. But those two things have something in common. They're an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966380/ AegistropicA mental disconnect from your own beautyOur younger years can be tough. Somewhere along the line the indomitable monster called abuse shows up. The shadow of the beast can take many shapes: sometimes verbal, mental, or physical and other times emotional. All of the times, it chang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966378/ LüzephavenWhen the air tastes like memoriesIt always seems like we're running short on nostalgia. And when we find it, some of us only spend seconds there. Too caught up in what the pixels on our screen are telling us or what's coming next to remember all that's been in our lives. But w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966377/ Chronalception-When time becomes A Sentient BeingMaybe we can get away with blaming entropy, that ceaseless titan marching from chaos on to form on to bleak, empty randomness. or maybe it's our very own inescapable programming that breathes conscious movement into time. Whatever the catalyst is, its.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966376/ Phonosapensis-When music becomes emotionWe've all had those times where a sum of notes played in succession became more than their parts. Somehow, these wavelengths jumped out of the speaker, gained sentience, and became emotion incarnate, only to supplant themselves right back into us. Tricky littl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966375/ Graviplasm -     The feeling that gravity is like water you are indefinitely swimming through.Its not so much a bad thing, feeling this way. Eternally sunken in a viscous material that one makes their way though on a daily basis seems more like a gift, than a curse. Watching the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966373/ I went through a period of making up words. This book contains those words, and a description of what those words mean, with some prose poetry to give a visualization of what the word feels like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966367/ You're an unwelcomed guestBut let's not assume You're an automatic threatSo say your pieceIn tonal retreatAnd for now Let's not pressYour luck andEnd up In Check, Mate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966303/ Go aheadSpeak and see that even the tongue trips up on its cheekSo while you're shining and full of gleeDon't forget you're a pocket Hanging on a tree:Collecting mostly Much of what Nobody needs,Except a giant doseOf humility. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966288/ Sway with me in the winds of speech, Taking time to seek out your necessities. Ah, but you say, "These proclivities you've given me aren't riveting, So I'm not listening." To which I respond:Sweet are the fruits of ones ownlabor So let's meet our truths with brevity and candor, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966053/ Did the invisible forces that shape you, have some unforeseen effect on me too? And while it stirs, mixes and bends, The silent words it speaks transmit what it cannot send. I am. I was. I will. I always have been.I watch, to see what happens You move, so quickly it seems slow, a silent .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966042/ I tell stories Salt and peppered Layered and feathered In archetypes Or allegories Does it matterIf the former Or latter Had truth to their glory?Cause, ya know,They're just stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1966011/ We get ourselves tied, toungeDon't we? Wrapped up in tough timesHoldingIgnominious threats insideKnowingI pay the priceFor you and meBut that hardly seems fairWhen I'm the one Who's here To step up and repairThe damage doneBy your flare Or maybe it was the gods Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1965604/ A writing I did after going to RMNP with my little brother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Optimistprime249/1965597/