http://slow.writerscafe.org/MacIndlister The original writings of author Hamish McIndlister en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094824 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What does love mean to you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/756053/ Love is good and can bring so much to life but when all is said and done even our fondest memories fade into silence and darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/756051/ Love betrayed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/756048/ Only a fool believes in love. It is only a raving lunatic Believing that good things Can ever come out of life. A demented dreamer of rancid lies With his head lost in the clouds, Not even caring about the rain. He believes that people are caring, But not reme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/756045/ Someone once told me to write something a bit more cheerful. This is the abomination which came of that attempt. Some simply don't do cheerful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754929/ A poem about feeling like you are losing your mind and all of the help that everyone offers seems to only make matters worse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754925/ A poem created after a dream in a cemetery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754921/ Reality. Is it real or only perceived? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754916/ How still the silent shadows lay,Pooled under full moon's light.How lovely, dark and decedentIs this deep, eternal night.The silence that surrounds meIs velvety, deep and green.It is both cold and comfortingLike a scene from a familiar dream.A dream which haunts my midnight lifeJust as it did my day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754388/ There is a price to be paid for dreaming.Our personal thirty pieces of silverThrown at the Sadducee's feet.It is our price for dreaming and believingThat our lives would ever beSomething more than what we haveOr that we could ever beSomething more than what we are;Something better,Something truer,So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754386/ The moonrise calls to me,Singing its ancient, cosmic songWhich resonates within my bodyBringing agaony and ecstacyWoven together in a fashionNo mortal could ever understand.Slowly I stretch forth from my graveSaddened to live once again.Alone, I stand, confused and in agony,Hungry for the life that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754382/ It is only while we are writhingIn the bittersweet agonyOf the midnight of our soulsThat we can truly see and appreciateThe beauty of the stars:Those quicksilver dreams Which shine so high above usLeading us ever onward Towards our certain deathsWhile never offering us one iota moreThan th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754381/ A poem of reflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MacIndlister/754380/