http://slow.writerscafe.org/scribbeler36 The original writings of author realmwriter en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776104977 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Blinded By Our SkinWe believe in fairy tales till our coffins have nailsAnd we can't make sense of our world until it failsWe are being divided instead of coming togetherWe are fighting ourselves instead of making it betterThey say that it's all a Black and White issueWell I've got some truth for yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/2027451/ Paranoid, Closing in!Walls surround, Peal your skin!Creeping death, Pace the stalls!Silence moves, through these halls!Take a breath, hold your tongue!Let it out, Fight or run!See yourself, behind my eyes!I'm your truth, no less lies!Fight and claw through faceless fearStrength resolved the edges se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1874293/ A song about being broken down, picking up the pieces that are left and moving on triumphant, but... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1857121/   The phony, the fake, you made a mistakeNow it's all right there on the pageYour white canvas, covered in blackA brush stroke you can never take backBut with every crossed out line or misspelled wordYou paint your canvas with the rare and the absurdA misplaced stroke of a nervous brush becomes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1489998/   To take in slowly a fine work of artA poem, a glass of winePenmanship on the pageTo feast on the flaws with unclothed eyesCause their demiseMake better that which need not be improvedTo embrace the mistakes and make them your ownWhile seeking that which cannot be achieved Perfection can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1489481/ Of course, the particular poet I was channeling in this one should be obvious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1489476/   A heart as dark and stark as nightIn search of fear and dread and frightTo find a love of all things deathTo take away her vapid breath  A blackened stain upon her gloomA rampant chill, that spells her doomHer pain and hate at finger tipsHer poisoned smile pursed her lips  Cold and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1476733/ Twenty-Fifteen, the year to be seenDoing what you wish you had done In the years passed by, our lives gone awryWe started wars that couldn't be wonIn the blink of an eye, we sat on high And watched our world slip below the sun Resolutions were made, we worked and we playedWe humbled o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1465163/ In that direction, just north of lost Past the point of forgetting the cost He walks alone, into the fire, to burn away, his only desireHe stood and stared into the dark, where once he felt a love stained markWhen last along this rocky shore, he once walked this place before He called this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1465017/ Just something different. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1465013/ An essay on plagiarism. Capcha is skeiner http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1457949/ Snow packed mountain topWind in my faceTrudging through this bitter, biting foeSunlight blinking up at meJack lacerating my toesTrudge on, Trudge onScornful cold seeping through, into every poorSkin half frozenOnward still I goBlinking out the grayFrail and fragile every stepPush on, Push onFighting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1454758/ Don't ask. I don't know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1453728/  Have no ego where to writeBut where pride is laid asideEgo burns true and brightHave no power where to prayBut where laid this vanity asideFeet are humble where they stayHave no right where there is wrongBut where the head is laid asideA whisper slow and soft to songA melody to charm sleep fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1453693/ I took some inspiration for this from a piece by Ana Sophia titled OCD. Howard Hughes suffered from OCD. He would repeat a certain phrase over and over till it felt right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1453682/ How is it, that you possess the gall to call my work your own? I am creative beyond my own knowledge, everything I write, or paint, or draw, belongs to me.I took it from no-one.Yet here you are vermin, swine, filth. Praying on the creativity and imagination of others as if you are original.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1453164/ This is kind of a rap in the style of Eminem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1446550/ He too tested the leaf Brawny Stout Stable He rested his might upon the table Accepting his strength without give Firm Strong Stern It pressed against his burn A stout Mighty table To except A stout, mighty man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1444823/ If you the moon, guard the night, then guard my home with all your mightStay the shadows from the corners and the devils of their fright If you the moon, light the way, then light my path this darkened dayStay the tides that wash the gloom and the hush that speaks the fray If y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1444551/ A letter to my 13 year old self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1444331/ Inspired by Kwp's "Existence Soup" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1441522/ There's only a sliver of light beyond the grave, to save you from another wave, of interrupting. Take something and make it from nothing, turn everything into a dream, and find a way to make it stay, to fit the path and be right back, in between what's real and right and what's wrong with the life y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1441089/ Dress the roses with the thornsPluck the petals filled with scornsStay the stems that hold the truth Blossom forth in view of what has yet comeThe queen removed their heads and fired the gunShe pricked her finger and ran blood red Dress in scarlet all the flowersPretty in pink the thorn de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1441053/ It is charmIt is witIt the disguise of fate Sacrifice in the face of selfishnessPleasure in the face of painPromise in the face of disdain It is effortless recognitionIt is wonderful contrition It is unbridled volition  A no strings binding contractAn answer to a questionA revelation .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1439897/ Yesterday is goneYesterday has passedPassed now unto TodayPassed fast by… moved onOn wings awayon clouds ever outOut of time, out of mind;out of place, out of spacespace to live lifespace to hide and dieDie a million times.Die infinitely moreMore pain to acquireMore blood to be shedShed in ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1438501/ I write Poetry, knowetry, flowetry. I write devotion, of notion, intent not to be bent on the sufferings of notherings. I make it up, as I go along and I often stop... to strike up a songI put paper to pen to paper again and let the ink flow through me like the blood in my veins. I grab the reins an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1433542/ Claw out that which makes us see the things done, which mad men be Oh but what things evils commit that of which, time cannot permit Whip me past, the sting of the lash gouge me with, the bite of your gnash Take from me that of your will beyond salvation, I'll find you still Ste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1431443/ Into fear personifiedWhere that of nightmares hide Turn and flee from flickering lightTurn and flee into heavy night Stalking ever closer stillFind your scream caught in shrill Footsteps loom at prickling backTurning fear to a different tack Pangs of torture cripple insideCringin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1426077/ Sway in here and believe in now. This the time to find life somehow. Seek to change, to learn, to grow. Become that which you first did not know. Let the flow take you where it will. Let the peace be inside you still. Here in this, this time of today In now find lost in the frenetic fray.  Play.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1425280/ The underlined portion is what I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1425255/ Whisper me a teaseTantalizing as a pleaseA beck and begOf you upon your kneesWhisper me a pleaseI beg of thee to fallWhere one has come to callUpon the subject of desireI beg of you to fall Adoring in your wayI beg of you to stayWhere passion burns a pyreI beg of you your fireWhisper me a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1423764/ I have lived and risen through these ashesI've been where other have gone and I have survived where others have notI have pulled myself up out of the gutter to which so many find themselves wallowing in their own disgust and mireI have risen a phoenix through the fire So many have found a homew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1422802/ You m**********r, how dare you? How dare you take what we have written and post it as your own? How dare you call what others have spent so much time mulling over in their mindsyour own? You are filth, you are slime, you are the reason society is the way it is.You think only of yourselfYou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1421667/ FleshRindJuicy, sticky sweetDripping, gushing, pouring down your chinOh to pluck you from the orchard that lies within Take the tide of floodIntermingled in the sunChurn and change and rearrangeSomething different this way stainsGathered, gripped and groped by rusted reins Suspend me in yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1421360/ Write about embracing the joys in your every day now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1420376/ It is indeedAnd all the more fun to give in tooOh but why would you want to do that? The tease can be just as fun, the temptation even moreBut oh, please resistThough it be futile, it certainly is entertaining And oh how I do enjoy being entertainedDon't we all? We would all like to sit ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1419790/ Incest sits next to meAnd begs to be put out of its miseryBut I judge too harshly Perhaps I am wrong. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1418813/ Ever waiting for us to find it.  A heart apart, torn asunderThe sting of something gone You felt it onceYou miss it now But for all the pain of not having known itwe still find love We fall in and outWe scream, break and shoutWe curse the day we met But for all the fear of h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1418806/ In response to a challenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1417651/ I think I caught a glimpse of breath pass byThe warmth of it faintly brushed my cheekShe was sitting there in the gazebotalking with her friendsShe looked so fun, exciting I walked over to say helloShe turned to respondand I was hookedShe was so beautifulHer smile full of life It was warm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1417640/ flirty fun can turn deep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1417215/ Milk is where we meet in sweet sticky surrender to honeydew feet Bow to the pleasure of flesh and flood Bow to the taste of honey and blood We are but that which created this flesh Our milky white sinfully delicious goodness We come as we please but are we to tease Do we know what we do when we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1417177/ She is but honey where pure, perfect passion racesFlowing in all the right  satisfyingly sensual placesSomewhere between the slippery sheets digressA sumptuous tease in a temptingly playful caress I drip my hands slowly down her bare naked chest  Salty sweet, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1417158/ Well thankfully I have the song of the crickets outside my windowlest I would catch no winkNo not one nod of my head would grace my pillow to cradle me slow to sleepThe silence is mastering the hum of day to make of it the noise this way But what way comes a crack of sound where none before could s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1416667/ I read about traditional Japanese Haiku and I have tried to pen one here. I think that it is about as traditional as I understand Haiku to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1413693/  I would shine upon the gloom I would take away the frown Granted your wish to me I would bloom in your heart I would comfort your soul Growing in the weed I would watch over you my child I would help you along your path Blessing fall upon you I would desire to come true I would write a life a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1411424/ I am the unseen in the corner of the seen I am that which you hear but cannot hear The thing, incipient, in the corner of your mind The way and truth of the kind I am that which you fear but you know nothing of fear  Here, in this place, you are lost to me, you are dead to me Here, now, I see o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1410979/ We're as fake as the plastic melting under our skinThe collective imagination of a societal bingeOur beauty is a mask, a lie told to us by magazinesThe product of industrial dreams, all fantastic schemesWe live in a Barbie Doll world, where we worship fake breastsWe lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1410515/ This will be difficult to read but it's fun for me to write like this sometimes. It doesn't mean anything really, I just like to start writing and keep going until I run out of steam. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1408734/ As the fire builds from tips of toes so too do the woes. Oh my the passion rising from depths of lust to the core of wanting A MUST. I must have that which is denied, the kind of thing seen but not eyed. I must posses that beautiful being, I am in need of her heartened sting.  She tickles and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scribbeler36/1408727/