http://slow.writerscafe.org/Innerfield The original writings of author S.I.I. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775470235 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My moon   You, The highest point             Of my lifechair of my tides.And the orbit            The halo over my head at night.The silent part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/755196/ I came, I lied, I learned to do both and betterPoked at people’s smiles and made some myself.This was college, I woke, I drank, I exploredStared at girls, got caught, stared at myself and got fatter,Smoked, laughed, and refused to throw up.Walked to class but I did not go through the doorTurne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/752421/ One day I’ll be so far from youMy sky will be black when yours isblue I’ll write using stars for lightAnd mail letters addressed toyou I’ll be frightened by the words Iwant sayBe graceless with them in a poeticway But the love I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/743991/ For what ever my idea of love isyou were its first step. Before you I lacked the clarity,moments to be shared with othersnaked, and uneasy, yet readyboth of us were equally bare. With unnoticed feelings we appeared to share.I was prone to sweatand you to run so farYour way with wordsm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/742650/ When your awayCalifornia’s sunsetis on my mind!I happily wait for it to come downthree hours past the onethat went with my shadow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/734011/ I’d write about nothing to describe what’s life changing Take a mood and call it A million thingsMaybe too beautiful,But mostly too muchI write to feel more Of myself By writing for anotherWhile trying to not Express things worth losingThat I keep with mysel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733623/ “I don’t have time to chase metaphors” or trace your eyes into flowersto impress you into my bed,It takes time to write this crapand get my paper out of bed just so it can lead me back to it. I’ve wasted 12 years of pillstrying to read when I could of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733621/ Do you know what your doing?Is it the words in your questionswhy your afraid to ask?Life is walking you byon a leash. And before you forgetto askyou wont remember its thereIn yearsa sun will risethe one you chose to have but the leash will strangle you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733574/ If I could be written How wonderful,Rather to be the writer Struggling.A piece of ink and emotionHopefully noticed,Or even better A piece a prose of blissUnderstated a rare find,Written by someone Who gets it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733568/ Today I stopped smoking cigarettesI decided, looking at the sky I was thinking about your smileAnd how I’m already breathless We were sitting by our open doorsTwo feet from our two worlds Filling the in-betweens with smoke Clouds, through I would explore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733562/ Out of the Whole meadow                                            of girls in their                          .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733557/ Inspired by Brave New World http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733531/ I have a guitar,                                       There’s a missing string.   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733451/ I like you some daysThere were days when I liked you a lotI liked the elation of the plot of finding outIf you liked me to. I liked how you liked putting your hands on meAnd I liked grabbing them Even thought they were so ruffI liked it all too much .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733450/ S**t on me Little birdShit on me.I see your blue wings wavingAs you soar above meOr maybe you’re a robin But that’s all you have on me,Besides the s**t you leave.So s**t on meLittle birdShit. And in my pocket you will seeA gun with my nameAnd my face in front The trig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733436/ I miss you Poetry.You broughtFeeling,Through me.As I wroteYou,To a page.Or readA piece,We once made.I would fillWith ease, Then empty.All my timeAnd ink, for you. now I weep to touch,your word.ThroughA pen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733434/ Sweet flower coveredI feel your blossom is falling for moments When I am there. Your hands maybe ruffBut they are soft when they touch meAnd they touch me often. At first in all sparking romantic waysAnd I thought sweet flower Is falling for moments with me. Time came and yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733029/ I’m not a graceful mover but I have my words with me, I’m no john Keats, but I can still write to you sweetie,I saw the way you walked up to me, questioned with your eyes?The way I watch the world. You asked me, and I was surprised. I can’t say I’ve been here too lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Innerfield/733025/