http://slow.writerscafe.org/Voidless_ The original writings of author Voidless en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776122505 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One finger on the ledge andFeet pointing into the InfiniteThe abyss screaming into our eyesHowever close we areMuscles screaming in acheDeeper into the deep BlueIts firm grip crushing our skull butWe sink further stillDespite the imminent Doom thatCreeps into our mindClose yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2055289/ Grassy fields and dimmed colorsPopulated by deer and floraWind letting grass dance andTress blindly following its leadMountains breaking the sky’s ceiling andMarked with a white scarWedded to a black backdropInfinitely echoing my name whileNever saying anything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2055237/ The sun passed across the pale skyand shone across her pretty face.Standing enamored yet dignified,They laugh and point yet have no idea.They aren’t you.Her eyes smile brighter than her lipsand her laugh illuminates your world.You see her with no words to blind youNone of you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2054967/ A crippled ape eager to dancewith a twinkle in his eyes,yet his movements don’t comply.He questions why a thousand times.His thoughts set ablaze.He peers out the darkened window,greeted by unending red roses.None can quench the desperate vampire.So that every pleasure becomes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2046111/ what’s your name? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2045120/ Water trickles down the flower’s stemAs it stares deep into the eyes of the sunBeen blind for ever ‘til nowSpores that keep flyingRoots that keep diggingThe me that keeps livingIt don’t matterthat we’re blind as batsand that we have to keep runningBeca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2045108/ Dragging one’s feet trying to danceLooking, but never seeingI’ve never wanted what I couldn’t haveBut this, my worst enemies deserve.I never stopped and asked myself why.For every step feels more like a fumbleIf it were easy, we would all have achieved itMaybe every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2044746/ The calming, destructive omen of the tidesgives no stress, no sweatno panic, no tearsonly invitationthe ocean’s warm breathcomes in and goes outwhile the dark horizon carries an attractive smilea smile with no form, only assuring a devastatingalluringpromise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2044683/ A crash and a chillI was already submergedHead to toe, there I floatedA calming blueness caressed my bodyCalmness turned to panicI jerked and I squirmedI tried to screamAnd no one heardNo oneMuffled voices pierced the watersI made out some words“He’s gone. He&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2020192/ The pollen once filled the airMy eyes turn red and blue and mostly yellow.And the grass that’s damp and cool and bareThe clear blue sky seemed infinitely mellowThat soreness that ached a good acheAfter running what must have been a mileMy breath is gone and I begin to shake.My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2019250/ I miss you.Not my lost love.That’s been gone for some time.Damn it.You, my brother, and yes.You have earned that name. Not born into it. Earned it.You and I,We’ve been to hell and back together.We’ve circled the Earth eight times over.Why?Why would you do this?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2014477/ It’s not a joke.I’m not kidding.What I’m telling you is real.You don’t understand.You can’t understand.Yet you pretend like you’re me.You think you are me.You think we’re all the same.Maybe we are.Maybe you are. I’m just another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2009730/ “Let’s go to the park!”Sounds alright.Our eyes catch the petals of that rose.Our legs heavy and tense, I go home.I’m tired.“Meet me at the café.”I don’t see why not.The blackened liquid of my cup down quicker than expected.She does.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/2004148/ I lifted my eighty-pound eyelids and sluggishly sobered up. Was I alright that day? I don't know. But there I was. The morning strangely quiet and black, I seemingly involuntarily went through my routine. I ate. I brushed my teeth. I took a shower. Why? I don't know, I just did it. I have to. Even i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/1995396/ First poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Voidless_/1968149/