http://slow.writerscafe.org/LupusInferis The original writings of author Kenneth Compton en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012951 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lay me to rest, only in your mindInterred beneath your remembrancesForget my corporeal failingsAnd conjure more flattering EidolonsFor striking my blacker visagesMay leave yours a brighter hue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1666880/ Might be a bit on the acidic side, but true nonetheless. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1252663/ What is the definition of insanity? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1217087/ continuing a trend of writing on the duality of man, I am not sure why I am compelled to write so much on the subject. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1217077/ Introspection, Outroversion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1188606/ This is the truth of me, whether sickening of enlightening, it's there for the chopping block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1177499/ A simple poem, exclaiming a simple truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1177496/ For my friend Rachel, who stays at my side through all I put her through http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1173821/ I find it oddThat within this cell of madnessI find solace in the solitudeI find it funnyThat within this drab samenessI find comfort in my complacenceI find it sadThat within this overwhelming heartbreakI find strength to carry onI find it consolatoryThat within this chaosWe all find a common cosmo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1169579/ a simple little thing I wrote to help me cope with losing someone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1164045/ A work in progress. I don't feel it's quite polished enough, not conveying the emotion to the extent that I would like. Feel free to offer opinions on how this might be achieved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1106472/ Know thyself, as they say http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1072896/ For you, you know who you are http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1072354/ Inspired by the genetics portion of my biology class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1068158/ Don't ever write while inebriated. Trust me, no good comes of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1065267/ I don't usually write erotic poetry of any sort let alone something like this, but I feel we all have a darker side, a primal hunger that claws at the cages of our minds. Mine looks like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1058400/ Yeah, I'll probably delete this nonsense in the morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1051912/ I never wrote her a poem, while we were together, so I write her one now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1046306/ I wrote this while drinking. Surprise surprise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1044299/ In memory of Walt Whitman, that old courage teacher. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1044296/ Literally, just wrote this off the top of my head in 3 minutes flat. Which explains a lot, lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1032705/ Another poem that seems like a good idea at 2 AM that probably isn't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1031327/ Perhaps the product of fleeting phantasmagoria. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1030260/ The funny thing will always be I feel safer sharing my feelings with strangers, than with those closest to me. As Carrol said, the self in poetry is not the self others know, it is a deeper self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1030224/ I bleed on this paperAnd you applaudI bleed on this paperAnd you sneer in derisionI bleed on this paperAnd you call it poetryI bleed on this paperAnd you ask me to judge your effluencesI bleed on this paperAnd you ask how I came to itI bleed on this paper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1021734/ A side of me I wish wasn't real, the only side of me I believe could be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/1021727/ What one cultivates in hushed tones can bring fervent and lush crops from even the farthest fields. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/980448/ A little something I wrote after a night of drinking and secrets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/980090/ I think all of us poets have been here before... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/977415/ I spent some time at a bar, and as always the ever present bacchanalia has left me more empty than sated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/970289/ "They sicken of the calm, who know the storm" - Dorothy Parker http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/968370/ Like setting aside old photographs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/949200/ Einstein defined madness as repeating the same action over and over again and expecting different results, on this we agree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/946465/ We have witnessed the death of the Philosopher KingsThe poets of spirit and freedomGinsberg, Kerouac, BukowskiThey are naught but ash on the winds of St. LouisHarlem, SeattleThe fire has been replaced with cold expectancyThe world awaiting it's next apocalypseWhat have we done with Langston Hughes?W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/944957/ something I wrote that I'm not at all in love with, but might as well send it to the pyre http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/939365/ A tale from my days in the Navy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/249156/ To say the intruding knock upon Derek’s door was unexpected would be an understatement.  During his short time here he had made little in the way of acquaintances and none to speak of in the name of friends.  His baggy darkened eyes, perpetual stubble and immovable frown did little t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/245971/ A Villanelle poem. Hope you enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/240591/ Calvin Dickerson... the last name says it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/238684/ Cindy Barrows, the next character in this slowly shaping saga. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/238683/    Light gleamed blotchily on the rusted aluminum coated disc.  Flakes that once drew appreciative glances drifted down, disconnecting themselves from their previous glory onto the dead grass.  Just like this town, the hubcap suffered the entropy of neglect.    S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/232498/ Started out small, feels like it's going to end up a lot bigger. What's going to happen? That's for the characters to tell me, and as soon as they do, you'll know too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/232494/ A little exercise where I wrote a story in which I screwed up royally. One story where I paint myself in the worst light possible, and everyone else in the best light. Then the same story again, the other way around. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/227476/ A dark little number with something surprising at the end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/221086/ A little story I cooked up with an underlying theme of being aware of all around you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/212485/ An earlier work of mine that wasn't so great, but it's good enough for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/212456/ Something a little darker from my younger days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/212453/ Darkened waters cover me Hold me gently in their arms They bid me down into sleep Lullaby of deadly charms I'm so scared but I can't scream Who is left to hear these words? Sleep a sleep that has no dreams In a dark no light can purge For your hand I would reach But you frown and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/212450/ A poem in the vain of mental freedom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/212446/ A little comedy for the upcoming consumerist holiday! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupusInferis/212442/