http://slow.writerscafe.org/QRamble The original writings of author QRamble en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775962429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Writing a song cuz writer's block. This is funky free flow. I have no musical talent though, but I would love if a musically talented person could turn this into a song and share! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2963522/ Just me playing around. I didn't really pick any style. Consider this me just getting out of writer's block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2945192/ Mixing my love of games and poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2897395/ a Multilingual Poem about the barriers of languages and communication. A barrier I hope one day can be removed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2897362/ This is an introduction into my struggles with internet addiction, which will be a precursor into the story of how I would later be admitted into the Mental Health Ward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2895221/ This book is based on a true story. It is my experience being admitted to a mental ward and seeing other mental health patients as real human beings trying their best to live as normal human beings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2895218/ A Tri-Fall poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2846587/ Music running in my head; clearly not a well-written poem. Bob year head anyways. I have zero actual musical talent, so if we got any musicians in the house, you are welcome to use it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2843181/ Been Gone a While, Working up the Poetry Juices. Probably Poor structure but just filling the pages as a brainstorm for now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2173828/ Upon this cliff I'm gripped with fear;Do I dive down or stand right here?Will I begin to swim or drown?Or do I remain here, head down?Shining across is yellow sun;I wonder if my life's begun.Beaming on my face rays of hopein face of this slippery slope.I stand here risking all my heartwondering shou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2019153/ Total randomness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2018958/ An Etheree http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2018483/ Where I see deficienciesYou see proficiencyand purpose.I see clay and moldbut you see vasesand ceramic disheswith which to sharea seven course meal.Where we seem tired and fatiguedYou allow us to dream.Onward the journey! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2018248/ Friends fade into blackNever to be seen or heard;Loneliness ensnares. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2017874/ Inside my eyes a hopeful yearnwhere hate and judgments burn;in this space we learn.My eyes are dim to see your fear,frightened to what you'll hearin this space of tears.Remove from your heart this grudge hateMaybe it is too lateAnd it is not fate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2017769/ An Acrostic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2017635/ So in comes the downpour ofacquaintances like droplets of rain,vertical waters drop and disappearthrough years to cry tears of pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2017217/ free verse, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2017095/ A shape poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2017004/ Some florettes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2016963/ A Rictameter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2016760/ A Tyburn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2016746/ In the morning there was a great hush,because I was in quite a great rush;People could smell my breathwhich often smelled like death;It was my teeth I forgot to brush. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2016301/ An Alouette http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2016059/ In New York lived a boy named Matthewwho spent all his days eating cashews.He would consume them all;And asleep he would fall,But he forgot to take a bath...ew! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015911/ An alliterisen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015640/ Tanka style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015593/ Do I bare my soullike an open book to readonly to be burned? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015441/ At noon the raccoonscavenges near a buffoonplaying with balloons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015435/ A tetractys on the difficulties of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015403/ A Rondeley about depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015374/ A Rondeau about the people in our life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015323/ A shape poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015192/ Chalk up your choices;Chime in with chills fromwindchimes and chimneys.Check your checking withgames of checkers and chess,nonchalantly beating your chest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015191/ Brain waveshow we perceivethey control everythingand can make us see true or falseidea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015190/ Durable layersencasing a totality;exoskeleton. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015189/ An Acrostic written in regards to my recent battles with mental health http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015188/  I do not think before I speak.This troubles me from week to week.My words echo into the air;I wonder if they know I care.I am not careful with my speech;I know not how far my words reach.My words of compassion are rare;I wonder if they know I care.I sometimes fail to hold my tongue;my experien.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015187/ A lanturne http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015186/ If you tell someoneto be quiet and restful,they will not openthe power of their sweet voice.They remain like a shadow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015185/ A kyrielle poem on conflict http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015184/ Acrostic Poem about the power of words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015183/ Rigid, frigid;to freeze, yet alter movement.To reflect, yet distort.To suspend, yet cause to fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015182/ A haiku written shortly after being discharged from the mental health unit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/QRamble/2015181/