http://slow.writerscafe.org/Awesam The original writings of author Sam Markay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034028 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem has no rhyme and very little reason, but it's about someone very dear to me, and someone who inspires me to write about them even when it's the dead of night and I can barely keep awake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/768898/ It comes alive, in my mind. I love to personify. Everything has a story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766618/ Perhaps this is unfinished. I'm not sure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766616/ I like storms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766615/ I spent some time thinking as the last dregs of sombre weather wedged their way past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766613/ This is a portrait of myself, derived from a lot of musing, and a medicine wheel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766612/ A fictional snippet of some kind of sadness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766610/ There is a building that I loved that is now completely gone. I was inside another, recently, that reminded me so fondly of the first, I had to write about the comparison. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766609/ This is about many things, both person and place. Lots of memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766608/ I left a wonderful place, recently, but it's not all bad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766606/ This is about someone who continuously considers themself to be a monster. I politely decline. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766597/ Revision of some old lyrics, but not as personal as most of my other writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766596/ These lyrics are some of, I'm sure, many to be made in future, about something that deeply troubles me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/766595/ The next best thing would be a windy thunderstorm, with the sun smiling through the clouds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/756651/ "A kiss is a minefield." The most recent poem of late. (June 2011) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750641/ "Royal colors bring out the soul in your eyes." Old. (September 2010) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750640/ "What we see and seem is no nightmare, nor a dream. It is reality as we cannot fathom it for ourselves." Old. (September 2010) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750639/ "There are two recipients, but more than one love." Written, re-written and revised many times. (February 2011) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750638/ "Catharsis and choking." Stream-of-conciousness, slightly old. (January 2011) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750636/ "It all begins with the daunting blank page." Old. (September 2010) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750635/ "There are many parts to a whole." Mostly old, but recently revisited. (September 2010) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750632/ "In the dead of night, I find my mind garnishes my soul." Old. (July 2010) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750623/ "He is real enough to me." Another old poem. (November 2009) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750615/ "If you are inefficient on energy I'm afraid you'll have to go." Another old one. (November 2009) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750613/ "And yet, so many people have white walls." An older poem. (November 2009) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Awesam/750612/