http://slow.writerscafe.org/Whitehorses The original writings of author Throwing Romeo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964710 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 New version http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2931823/ simple but true http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2928438/ angry at the top of the tree http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2923268/ are sad poem's contagious http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2923121/ You get the point http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2922429/ 25 days alone adrift http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2922258/ More neurons than stars in the sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2921321/ dipped and shaken her quill skillfully dives into wonderstruckparchment madnesstilted forward tall wordsswoop and curl bold twists folded in faintly scant lines her poetess of the night withheld breath spills ink in flickering deliberate lamented prose reborn reliable syllables.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2868303/ Wrapped around my fingersher chameleon curls fluctuate she needs true colouration of my reflection in her eyes her smokey lashline reaching lusty hollow needs lures myselfish genes to forget selfy deceptions sometimes honey blond somtimes strawberry ringlets spiraling on my phone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2865404/ escape with us http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2853120/ One foot in the grave one eye in the cosmos one hemisphere in thewhole of chaos the other down the rabbit hole Torn betweenselfless naturethis pair bonding waystiched with blackened red twine weaved aggressivetournamentspecies Peaceful gardening top soil covering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2840165/ Sometimes kind               sometimes hollow   Reciprocity                     Smithing glowHope sinks  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2836890/ blirting out from the middle no period insight no coma herejust the implicit flow ofrunning on and on like astream falling over the edgesgushing and cascading down from one pool into the nextrefusing to digress no coma here deep hallow sounds creeping thunder foreboding t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2821871/ Endlessly spiraling I godesperately reachingstarved of her touchlucid curves ascend eclipsing rythimc sighs as my un quenched lips whisper hopelessly into this loneliest abandoned cavernagain again and again quiet echos pacepounding thoughtsheld restlessly below und.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2820637/ Some people collect bottles I only imagine them though Sturdy onesThick and older the better Hand made Never green never blueGot to have corks sticking outMy bottles need to be unsinkable I imagine letters tooPoems mostlySongs All rolled into one I toss them into the se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2820250/ Dimensional bridging? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2819543/ Poetry best served unpasteurized and sauteed to medium rare.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2819179/ Seventeen syllables within a single breath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2818957/ from the expanse'sbetween event horizon'stoo entangled part's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2818956/ poetry lives insidesolitary moments sculpted by the winds of creation pure oxygen... like lofted breath of waterfalls blowing back your hairwind stiring tall grasses rippling rings within shores of lonely medows cumulus faces briefly gazing down as theydrift into ob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2815862/ The left hemisphere of the brain constantly creates narratives to interpret reality, leading to a mistaken identification with these self-narratives. This false sense of self is harmful.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2808674/ Captured light, the origins of photography. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2808596/ instructions traveling within a particle of mightbounding to infinity on rails of starlight cosmic imagery falling into our eyesphotonic reflectionsbring colorful sighs...speckels on the sealost salors roameyes lined with mastsolar rays guiding them home pale beginnin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2808488/ Event  HorizonsUnreflective PupilsDark matter observes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2807790/ Secretly loved me.... Eyelid kisses in my sleep But i was awake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2806188/ Strip for me baby Give to me your naked face Beautifully bare ♡ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2806181/ Indelibly missedMy unforgivable lip's Wishing I'd kissed you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2806136/ Touches of lost hopeWaking up so vulnerabal Her missed cashmere glove http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2806074/    late afternoon dew            crystalized luner ray's drop            warm tears running down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2802169/ I too came into this world naked.I simply was not afforded a blanket.The swaddling softness of love. I'm not asking for your sympathy or unconditional warmth. I only askyou to see my threads. Not the twisted string that binds me,or the hiden looming strands of hope. Maybe it's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2801693/ Poetry asks you to listenfeel the cadence,rhythms and flow     Implicit renderings sharing the breathof needling to know Dots of sail boats depictions of lifewindswept at bay Aimlessly curious wet puppy's noseleading the way Treasurer hunting dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2801064/ Exhaling closure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2800698/ The other side of darkness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2800678/ "a great lighthas gone out"mournfully lostso deeply withindisbelief fades sorrow begins such kindred souls now suddenly partbrothers in wordsportrairs of heart "was this the face that launched athousand ships" portraits portrayed out of admiral's mens lips s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2800587/ raindrops break into tears rolling over glowing skin under lunar light water falls from breasts to fingertips liquid tracings collide .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2800463/ Jousting windmills thrusting great beasts.Charging into fire for her release.Taking it to them, whom he cannot see,he Is brandishing the sword of chivalry.Living the words he so deeply became.Fighting for love honor and his good name.She is the unreachable mirage to be seen... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2800360/ Artemis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2800064/ Tribute the teacher jacob erin-cilberto http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2799755/ Viola... a place where only I can go and only by a ship of the same name... Viola... is the guiding wind I sail alive in the spinnaker that she is... adrift under the stars spelling out her name gentle rocking lullabies keeping me sanewhite sandy beaches tranquil and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2799695/ Collaboration my dance with MsJewel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2799690/ ride my steed upon this townclanking armor is my soundthey will feel the thunder, from his flankspounding shoes of iron, on dusty planks"lift the gate of this stony place" bring me to your KingI am to joust for him, that sought my skillhere is the seal and note from his quil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798994/ soliloquylove or carnal lust... a stage of forbidden dramavelvet curtains and dustbitter smoked candle lensesforsaken sheet music lay on the floorempty gilded box seats aboveglowing spectacle no moreawaiting the writerlost to his quill and flamescribbling with ink stained nails.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798992/ Charging downhills... fear lost to the windblue eyed dusty blond with a mile of grin mud balls with plum centers to the neighbor boys head'sarm wrestles and sleep overs, in sheet fort bunk bedsdancing and playing by the edge of the seaher partner, strewn kelp and giant seawe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798991/ she never says goodbyenot reallyher thief of time......waitingreflections of yesterdaygloss her chambray colored eyes   she remembers the momentsthe flickering porch lightshadow dancing mothsimagined kisses and slowporch swings...the taste of honey licke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798990/ misty midnight glow          ghost white horses in moonlight                       loves secret grotto http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798988/ Rhythmic bones that sway into this nightHer eye catching way, keeps my heart a flightForty voices crossing, she is all that I hearOver thirsty tavern patrons waiting on a beerShe is mixing cocktails, shots, long island ice teasA tall drink a water is what she makes for meHer gaze t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798986/ If I told you I loved youwould it scare you awayif I could show it to youin my poet first kinda waywould you listen to my heartpressing keys gently slowI would like to share with yousomething you should knowthe mist that settled afterthis last winter storm a beauti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798984/            cremate my remainssift my bones outfunnel meinto thisflaskandDO SO  .....I left this note of last request....to you my friend who knew me bestthe one I could always count on the mostlet's go for a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798977/ I lost my steel before your waters edgeI have only simple poems to give Oh lady of this teary lake my silent hymns do livemay I float them across still waters such silver cords softly strum  as you wake within the coolness beneath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798976/ no more thinkin bout youwhile I ride my tractor over thingsfishin without batethinkin bout youalways late... gota get this miiiind straightfrom tide to tide to tide... all youkinda wonderful though...just layin in the bed of my truckdaydreamin bout honey colored hair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Whitehorses/2798975/