http://slow.writerscafe.org/Postal_Poet The original writings of author Andrew Durbin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014249 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In my mind, when deep I’m dreaming,With my nightmares, dark and screaming,And the horrors that are teemingAll throughout the madness there.Vexing thoughts in my perceiving,Speaking lies and vast deceiving,Keeping me forlorn and grieving,As my soul they want to tear.Here I cannot force my wakin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2766307/ Flickering candles in glass casements burning,Cobblestone streets where dark alleyways run;Black shadows move and dance with the earth’s turningRoaming in places that daylight will shun.Ugly and evil, infectious and rotting.Rats roam the sewers, where poisonous fumesSeep from the depths that a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2766286/ Silent through dead leaves and grasses it sneaks,Stalking its prey near the rivers and creeks,Knowing that soon, the poor creature will die.And then it will eat its fill under the sky.Hunting through forests and fields is its life.It carries no rifle. It wields not a knife.Only its instincts help i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2764023/ Loud is the ocean against the shore crashing.Stygian blackness traverses the night.Thunder is roaring and lightning is flashing,Filling those near it to madness with fright.The top of the cliff is windswept and bouldered.Only the desperate wander its peak,Lost in their thoughts with the burdens they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2761936/ Wit hThanksgiving just around the corner, I felt inspired. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2716626/ Based on a legend I heard once, similar to Bloody Mary http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2475380/ In a graveyard I was treading,Knowing not where I was heading,But I knew that I was dreadingWhat I'd find when I arrived.There were gravestones all surrounding. Their sheer number was astounding. And the shadows were confoundingMe with forms they had contrived.The deep silence was pervadin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2464940/ Soft are the waves of the ocean beside me.Cool is the sand over which my feet tread.Bright are the moonbeams, as though there to guide me,Leading me onward to what lies ahead.Answers I seek, though I know not the question.Still forth I walk, though I know not how long.Salt on the wind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2462774/ I once found myself believing,With my thoughts inside, deceiving,And my fears throughout were weavingUnderneath my waking mind.There, my visions all were telling,Yet no power was there quelling,While my madness deep was swelling,And no respite could I find.There I found my terror haunting,Overwhelmi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2462689/ I have stood at the doorway of dreaming.I have ventured where no one would dare,To a place where no sunlight is gleaming,And where devils carouse in the air.Where I found myself endlessly screaming,As I looked in on my own despair. I have crept through the forests of yearning, Where the creatures of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2359592/ Great were the trees of the forest around me;White were the clouds that were rolling on high. Still were the creatures I knew did surround me,Watching, and sensing my ending was nigh.Far off and westward, the bright sun was falling.Darkness was covering all like a shade.Wind stirred th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2178123/ Far past the peaks of cold Stygian mountains,Far beyond oceans where black waters roll,Lies a dark place from which all despair fountains,That sickens the spirit and shrivels the soul.All there are doomed to a life of regretting.Many are destined to wander in fear, Cursed to existence of endles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2172570/ Attendme well.Atale I tell.Mywisdom I impart.Thoughblind I be,Istill can seeWhatlies within your heart.WhenI was young,Asong was sungAbouta maiden fair.Hershapely faceAndtimeless graceWerefar beyond compare.Shewas divine,Assweet as wine. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2170485/ As writers and poets, I'm sure we've all felt like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2170213/ There are times, between asleep and awake, when it can be difficult to tell the difference between a dream....and a nightmare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Postal_Poet/2170061/