http://slow.writerscafe.org/rorkeh The original writings of author Rorke Hardy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016670 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 His suit so sharpBut his knife is sharperBut he doesn’t flash it as much He pulls out his bankroll more oftenIt isn’t wet with the blood of the last back it was inAnd it pays for drinks At party’s I mingle and smalltalkPitter patter go t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/813182/ Important Directions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/796498/ To all the nights we couldn’t sleepThrew off caution and plumbed the DeepsDespite the storm and Horseman Four And washed uplaughing upon the shore Running through the blades of grassRushing to escape our pastTo escape the prisons we called homeAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794679/ My mother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794678/ Said a Father to his Son:A father and son sit beside afireplace.-Son I we haven’t always gottenalong…-Dad you know that’s notimportant now.-No this is important. Fathershave a strange role. We’re supposed to create a perfect person from ourselves... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794675/ I sit hereMy drink cold and my heart warm in my chestThe swirling people pass me like falling leavesJust as beautiful and falling just as fastWith their golden clothes and the insides emptyTheir conversations echoing in the corridors of their soulsTheir minds are coldan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794670/ The boy who was beaten and held by chainsIs now a man and holds the reinsAnd that hand glitters with goldThe girl born a fragile and precious thingWho has been chained like the bird who lost her wingsHer neck is heavy with goldTo the man who sits alone in his roomCounting his money with his foot in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794669/ The veins in my hand strainAgainst my skin pushing outThey reveal the lines, the pressureMuch as lines of a house, its foundationThey show my lifeReveal the movement of my bodyMy body is bursting but containingBreaking yet bendingOn the verge of explosion but coll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794663/ I am tired of speaking of abstract thingsOf beauty of truth of loveI long for the summer breezeThe grass on my feetThe feel of the sunThese are the things that feed usThat give the world substanceThat fill whatever we call the soul I looked for unicorns a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794661/ "If you ain't first, you're last" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794660/ What really is a privilege and not a burden? Are golden chains not chains all the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rorkeh/794453/