http://slow.writerscafe.org/SilhouetteUntold The original writings of author Kristine Ferg en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007264 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspired by the song, "August" by Flipturn. Been a minute. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/2864537/ Seven days and yearscome at me.Beckon on your heelsthe lips of drenched, drunk,and empty.And find me, ill at easethe fool between your thighs--watching with contentmentat the lies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1776143/ I seal my pockets with small cash, bury hymns when on my own.If I could breathe in this one wish, it would be, "You're not alone." Under heavy bears and prys, a silent burden hits small towns, talking of abandoned wishes,trudging through, like we're alone. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1727747/ quotes and paraphrasing of what has been said to me or about me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1726462/ Grievances boldas the river I call home.Chiding at the road,I can't remember to cry on--shout...but how can I live you down?These streams of broken tiesand lies of momentsmeant to be asleep.How much more can I take, whenthe current's vastand out of reach?To beg of the rivers I be,letting the reeds f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1725150/ Ripped by a breath--run me down by your cheek;Kiss the feathers by the housethat you once disappointed me.  Break free. Break free… on me.Tell about your dreams,the odds, the wonders…  And edge along.Tear me sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1725146/ Vilanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1719793/ Italian Sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1719790/ A Sestina I wrote a while ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1719786/ I check hands for cigarettes,I check hands for guns,I check hands, for little hands,of daughters and sons.Of daughters and sonstheir own hands will they have,to check and to chooseof good fortune and bad.But from hungrier hands,there's no choice to be had!We know it all better, andwe know it all bad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1509053/ From fountains we reach broken bones,and the oceans we findstale;the rims we cast withMother’s ale,To the tiesShe’s tasked to sail. How with Mother’s ale,oh, the winds we’d fareon true seas of dustand dare,abound th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1500097/ I don't know whenthe final end comes, whenthe smiles are off your back,when we rim are wine-filled glasseswith fruit favors, not with ash.and with the cheers of the boring flesh, we come,enjoy of the lousy brigade,all the while, won't they say,in a fetching sort of waythat we all will remain the sam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1444444/ Fighting fetch,A broken wretch;theseWords are allstable.Heaven-sent, we benda handLoose after god-lesshours,Temptress tremorsthat perhapsWe've causedourselves? What is the rightside,Half-blinded byfan-faresWe run ourselves…amo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1414307/ Gentle hair tangled in bed sheets,messy with the morning light.It pains to wake, a breeze to passas the windowpane sits high,Gleaming eyes, supple wrists,time to stand by.If I ever wanted more time,I'd never understand why. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1379647/ Burning as the fallen grassmy eyes to find the mirrored flask,so fallen from our nature's pastI find it, long and sweet;how bitter it must really taste to me.and as pledged on ancient shores,your gaze transcends into the transparent hourwhere both the mind and body restin a ripple of dreamless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1362734/ Pain and emotion at times go hand-in-hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1344607/ Deterred from the moment,lips clasps, eyes at hand.Call her baby, runs like moonshine,only strange when it's hard to miss.Blank as a canvas, broken, old,she never caved intothe road; lost and ravagedto a higher cause,but nothing that beatsa moments kissas this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1321688/ hatred in its meanest sensebegets another word;until another and one more appearsto shade the broken way to here;the place of withered eyes and earsthat leer, on the lips of hope.and when moment's grasp appears,it takes them awaywith little anguish or thought,hearts flutter in the beating waveof a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1298612/ Deep within my mind I hideWith lies, and untrueAlibies;Screeching in the wayOr right and wrong.And if it weren't for you,How saddenly revealed,How truely it's you whoPardons the veil of ingenuity,The light of all, how sure of all,That your heart may gleamThe dimmest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1270625/ Delicately, how you once grow old,Calling lightly down your backOf golden rues, light petal's dewsAnd of oranges, gone black.It's nonsense to the thick of it,Harrowing deep beneath our homes,Like paid-out squires and haggard beggars,These trips are too well known.Yet in the loft of it,The true who t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1266936/ Horrowing;Like the dark in your eyesSet back.And I ran to you,Heaving breath by breath,Bathing sickness on my neckLeaving nothing;I hold it all behind me.It's nothing like the ruined sobs,The dankness of our dreary soulsTo seek our shelters, day by day,Until it leaves our sight and oh,It's killing m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1265974/ Beyond the page,She walks a smoldered age,Crippled and boundBy the covens in her sleeve,Slowly seething underneath the robesOf justice and divinity;Writhing, pining for releaseShe begs for release.The all-consuming centerpieceOf that one relentless piece;Peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1262592/ Been a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/1212610/ In the waves of a winding soul,the creature of life surrounds you.Cold, it beguiles thosewho step through the threshold to lose it.   It hovers still,reflecting its rayson heavy wanderers,such fleshy details,to the honesty bound inglue and string, &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/977765/ What have we done?A simple lotus can't be playing us a song.And when I notice, I see herwaiting by the wings of a gentle man,hoping to be free to love. When did our paths grow long?The morning sun to bathe us, waitingclosely, like we'd calledfor something better. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/972434/ Something with a mark,laid eyes on a dream.It's remnants to seam the edge.  I wonder what may follow,the creases to be ironed over,paid for by the hour,and whistled by in hustled murmurswaiting to be tried,liking to the lesser leagues  that hunger o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/971171/ I feel hurt;like two vandalsand a windowpane.I feel scorned;like catching fevers without their longfound names, but it'swe who write the stories;the walls will whisper for us,without consent, and without remorse,and they'll call,until the neighbors watch you.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/968153/ Backstage, she waits on painand whispers softly.Her arms a battled backgroundthat remains,unholy.  "if it were up to me....if it were up to me", she says,"I would be free."But that just can't...be.because of the truth,she can't own up to things,and her one belie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/961170/ If anyone wanted a word,it was you.  yet you feed at the bits of nounsand verbs without regarduntil an acronym hits your tongue and eye,lapping by your feet, but liesaway. it fades with the phrase.  and until grammar fails you,ripping up past know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/961157/ What happensto the woman with the dim perspective?does she lie to her childrenabout their starry eyed dreams?  What would a poor man giveto stand in open fieldswith his walls put down forever?   it's the grimace of a doll like youthat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/957771/ With your eyes on the ladder, the former will divide.Their words will dissipate,spread, and die.  If you could hear it,one last time, then our memories could clear;left to leave us empty timewith open hands for hands,and smiles for laughter.  and your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/957019/ A wooden spoon;how it hangs upon the wall.It has no passion,yet the user finds less at fault.  I wish for that awkwardness,for strings tied in bowsfor no more a reasonthen that spoon upon the wall.  We find it beautiful.It's a steady ease to eyesso tired of waitingfor more to cat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/926374/ Beautiful---a word with too many syllables,while cry,seems to have been madewith not enough,and yet on counters they carvesuch wordsupon a desk!Bored, no doting to be proud ofbut on a desk!  oh sweet wonders, I hear,so fleeting in the bay,as I bare heart out yon window,how could I not star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/910317/ Inspired by the Black Keys. My V-Day poem I guess?      I think I'mhounded: soastounded by you,crushing my dreams, and turningto a new leaf;  as you hold me, so consoling,when youtry to run me, tryin' to kick meout of this town,get hot,and heavy but maybe baby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/904460/ Solid and vigor;seems the test of time would read;and like any subjectt'would it be fit to set the trade.Anymore unsightly evidencewould unbalance out the dayand with more malice will I find outanother heart's lodged in our way.  "how inconvenient", the workman grimes,sickened by the tasks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/899063/ hook, line, sinker;everyone's gonna be a fan.Trapdoors-- they'll take herto somewherewith a faucet and a line. deep in the pits,a sand dune abyss rises,tactical, built of rifts,it's clause claims that you're mine. please climb into my claws, little one,retched as a swine.You seem to forget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/898654/ Stones on a river,clanking;humming in the echoesof life as it goesand flows smooth and shapedas the river's edge;born and raisedwith the rest of usregretting to pinch,betting on life,and stringing hearts alongin tiny little bows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/888163/ Long legs and thighs,dark as the night.she walks so slender,a sexy droll,almost like a heartrunning past my soul watch it, waver,cast a stare;a hand to holdand a place at my table,rough as this road you walk,heavy and long,she takes those legs to use,with my empty tablein the back of her van. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/888162/ Opened as a gift;tender hands to hold on tight,so fair, so divine,and real. Just watch and their eyes will glisten,curiosity reachingto let open the box,rich hearts to flutter,rosy with the light insidea box,lifted and protruded,while a dancer stands stall, and gracemakes the music come outstro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/888160/ With no one in anguish,lush words to be tread onfire-for-pain,and in repeating the dreaming,I'd just ever wished forthe truer lead rope  waiting...how can Icontend to it?How can I feel for itanymore?When one caresses that fine line,I can't help but figure out why,you're a fool to be, and I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/861367/ Siege-less rulercan't fall over,breaking the way of the shrine,a page to play him,tasteless, fame-less,broken, the strain is run.  with a long wound spine,the spell is cast to offer,writhing full to burstwhen the gift of life is won.  but the word,how heavy they're wrote.They tas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/861364/ Your eyes, ablaze,like a world I've never been to,locked in so tight,so graceful, and out-rightlydamned.  You send me away,break these bearings, I can'ttake the chance no more,pushing luck for all who hangand weigh their pennies heads side up,kissing in the hopes of loveand dressing for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/861363/ brushed over rose petals,lips like the fall to herwith rain water falling,a generous flow to bask them both.  How deep the mind to quench it,tender; as though quiet airwas all one could ever need.None to act for more.  so she dare quench it,selfish in the lot of the land,to hunge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/850837/ a hand, how it slivers downa shiny chrome line.It runs down his sleeve,sliding down red to touch hand.  How it splashes back in that hand,blending and trailing down herin sleek lines.  with one kiss met,he lays still, dumbfounded.Not killed, but maimed,as though sleek chrome took.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/846313/ When heavy-hearted, does the wind blow through you,in hesitations, and spells adorning your shoes.So Platform stacked, looking ten feet tall,my darling,you're growing small.  dress so tight, you had said"he is minetonight".The mic to set the stage,and your legs to set.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/843950/ In one moment it can be littered;grounds once stood on, broken,relationships severed.Any amount of words to take the crime,with gritted teeth and a broken-run-down heartso cold from the winter,even frozen to the touch, so much soany man would find it to be dead.  yet not so, it says. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/840463/ Time to let go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/836934/ Thoughts, they brew up in my head.Like lions of the land,they lap and snap at everythingwhile I'm running scared so silent and scarlet  and I try.I try everything.From the vines to the berriesto the wine.I love it all, and weepwith lasting chances.  a moment hadand yet... &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/824672/ When I woke up to you,a bright-eyed blue,no words to say,and a pale saturation.  peaceful. Quiet,as you sounded my name,you were proud;and I was humble.   now you sound my name again,grown and bold for over a decade's time,how bitter it's spat,in not the gentle tone of a dau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/797390/ sun and moon:clear as the skies, we are;nestled in deep cabinets for a while.  We rest our weary souls here,separated, by a debt we dare to pay,and we'll still squander past appearancesas though it was painful to the grave,like lone children weepingof a mother's end.   no lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SilhouetteUntold/797389/