http://slow.writerscafe.org/FrederickSamson The original writings of author Frederick P Samson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015435 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We go on long after we are gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2468151/ In the blackness, I cannot sleep,In the light, I'm rendered blind, In the silence, I cannot keep, In the night, I spend my mind, Static in the darkness, Days are just a blur, Distracted by the starkness, I stay, I'm never there, Cold when I'm cool, hot when I'm warm, Even comfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2465225/ I know you may feel like it but know you are not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2464953/ This poem is about how we are manipulated by the media. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2162350/ Like a mist on an either lakeI haunt you through the dayYou twist from a dreary acheAs I taunt you from the shadeAnxious in your chestA whisper in the distanceI crank up your unrestAs I linger in your existence I’m the chill that’s in your bonesWhen you sit at home .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2158276/ Drugs are like pouring water on a chip pan fire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2148948/ I spiral down a slippery slopeEntwined as I descendI’m drowning in a kaleidoscope As My mind begins to blendSwallowed as Im consumed As I sync into the abyssLeft as hollow as a vacuum Neither extinct yet nor existFalling down this internal funnelAll life is drained from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2113872/ Hiding from the joys to mask your own grief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2109866/ Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is a train. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2109855/ A poem about that incessant ticking of a clock when you go to bed and the realisation that it may not be the noise itself that agitates but what it stands for. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2107596/ About having all the tools for the wrong job http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2105164/ A poem about losing love, dealing with it, accepting it and moving on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2083391/ This poems about preparing yourself for the badness than come come your way. Wether it’s your own shadow following behind you (your past), or the evil that is waiting in lay (people) or when the world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2079963/ It’s a poem that can be construed in many different ways but to me it’s about my eternal struggle with sleep and the thoughts that come into focus when away from the distractions of daily life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2075026/ Get a grip of what it is that pulls you through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FrederickSamson/2066709/