http://slow.writerscafe.org/basaltEclipse The original writings of author Douglas Keppol en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776238559 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Nothing really to say to this; not a lot of background to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/902263/ All great things must come to an end.Doctor, this is yours.You know your future cannot bend.You had your chance to soarAnd soar you did.I don't want to go.I'm not ready for this.Please, I beg you, no.I'm not ready for death's kiss,We know I won't be the sameAnd I'm truly dying after all.You'll h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/788888/ It's so nice to meet you,Person I've never met before.But there's an awful lot of running to do,And then we'll run some more!I know that this is sudden,And you really do seem nice,But I'm not ready to be Ten.So now, run for your life!("Oh and by the way,Those were called Nestene.I'll see you again a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/788887/ Spinning WheelsNever the same speedNever the same directionBut always the same destinationFloating CloudsNever the same sizeNever the same shapeBut always the same compositionGrowing SeedsNever the same cropNever the same locationBut always the same needsRotting CorpsesNever the same coffinNever the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/787998/ Doctor Who Based. About the character River Song. Sort of. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/787996/ Based on the television series, Doctor Who. About the Doctor's painful decision to destroy his own race as well as the Daleks in order to end a bitter war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/787994/ I can fly, I can fly, But I've been told not to try.I thinks that's probably a good idea,Anyways.And although my curiousity is killing  meI know it's not worth it to try and see.I know it would be a bad idea,Anyways.And I knowAnd I knowThat I should never even try,But I think that I'll dieIf I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/781099/ A poem dedicated to The Doctor's Severed Hand. Based off of the TV series, Doctor Who. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/778462/ I’m the fortieth of my kind.And the last of my model. Though he’s out of his mind,I can’t resist his smile.And even though I’m big and blue,He still wants to come with me.My chameleon circuit’s through,But when alone, he calls me sexy.He’s the last of his kin,I&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/776244/ A poem about the Master from Doctor Who. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/775037/ Run, run, run,Into the horizon,Into the sun.Run, run, run,And never stop.Not till you drop.Run, run, run,Forever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/772608/ Piece by piece,I piece it together.Over and over,Never at peace.I repair my heart,Just to have it ripped back apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/772443/ I see you brush your long hair backFrom behind the brush,Cause the courage I lackKeeps me hushed.I'm deathly silent.But that's okay,I don't even make a dentIn your thoughts in a single day.You don't even know I exist,Even though I'm always thereIn the thickest mist.Because I care. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/772265/ Small and helplessThere's nothing I can doSeems too big of a messFor even a large crewSo what chance could I hope for?There's something I'm missing, there's got to be more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/771762/ Tick TockAround the clockAs the hands moveRound the grooveAround the edgeWhich has pledgedTo keep us all Informed during the crawlOf every chimeThat is time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/771745/ Daleks, Cybermen, Raxacoricofallapatorius.Flying through space and time in his TARDIS,The brilliant Doctor saves us time and time againFrom aliens and ourselves and even his own kin.He loves his companions, oh yes he does,But never ever does he get applause. Only the lonely sound of his beating hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/771242/ The metal bars bind me inhere, my cell.They are cold as the heartof my warden.It's cold and dark, thebottom of a well.I'm all alone and I'mwondering whenI'll finally escape thisempty place.I'm losing hope, I don't seeany light.I don't think that I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/basaltEclipse/770148/