http://slow.writerscafe.org/ARamey The original writings of author Aramey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776014248 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Quick short to exercise my brain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/2002887/ I came from the garden in the skyliving among stars, spackled across the nightI was born to walk under the moonbut when I return, it'll be not a moment too soon.Humans with no trace of humanity,replaced instead with greed and vanity,I find solace in nature and things that are free,like the sound of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1969043/ Not to be trifled withbut you know not what you doas you stand fist clenchedafter the blow fadesadrenaline drops in,bursting through my veinsthe time for excuses has passed,now, awoken, too late for that.Circling in,the hurricane begins.The ground tremblesas thunder follows the lightningsurging in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1938889/ When I first met your eyes standing on the opposite side of glass, I was terrified. A gem had been hiding away from me my whole life, even though we'd grown up in some similar circles, and known some of the same people. I lived under a dark fog for most of my life- making bad choices and it seemed l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1910805/ Ebband flow,oceans,telltale pushand pull.The waters reach,renewalreturning her secrets,to the depths below.Searchingreachingfingertips aglowa bio-luminescent edgetiny flashlightsgrab as they come, and then they let go.Wanderers.Travelers.The sun, she will risebut tonight,she sleeps,but not rest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1907033/ Just stretching my poetic muscles- it has definitely been too long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1892090/ Crimson,the color of cleansing fleshseeps through tears, jagged like a nail bitten edge.And you stand...blood on both hands,ignorant to the pyreyou thrust trust upon.But the mirror haunts the echo of your faceyou WATCHED, with idle hands and idle mind,as the sledge hit the shin,cracked, bone sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1848491/ Not finished, but sit down because it is still fairly long. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1802452/ Between my worn binding and dog eared pageslives the shattered remnantsof dreams I thought could withstand several thousand agesthe ink of who I used to besmeared across my face,written in cursive for all who dare to read.Somewhere in between,broken souls had my truths erased,damage I never saw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1793394/ Clock hands speed through past pictures and memories,flashes from the shutter of a camera,smiles disappearing with each moment,as time inhales another souland exhales suffocation and silence. Imaginations can never design such clever plots,broken pieces of a once indestructible heart.It's like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1722661/ A sequel to my poem "Faceless" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1691463/ The heaven's painted spackles,beautiful, bright, as each star twinkled wild.So much wonder to see,and one, just one, came down- beside me.The warmth and the chaos all shone so bright,in my wild eyes I'd forgotten how vast the heavens,It was only this solitary star that I could see,as it illuminated,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1592041/ A Purge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1542301/ Slow bite, rusty nail's edge,presses as flesh gives in,bending and flexing, a permanent etch,new scars forming, against the wall's cold grin.Unwillingly a veil to which I am tethered now,my barrier, my isolation, my lost soul's silenced sound.Reticence, the silence, bones' crunching away;I'm trapped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1489273/ This is actually practicing for my series imagery, rather than a poem. But I wanted to see how well I could use description in shorter format- and on something I'm *not actively experiencing.* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1473037/ She waits in the tides of those forgone,like a blossom that slumbers before coming dawn,shrouded in the secrets that echo through the sea,hidden in the cove where oceans and magma meet.Such a volatile place for a delicate creature to be,yet she's at home between the chaos of land and sea.Only a care.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1442506/ Getting the gears moving with a little musical inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1436462/ Nothing stings like hidden truths,wandering from one to another side,behind locked doors of forbidden room,a wondering that no lie can soothe.It's like being tied down,while someone scrapes away at tender flesh,and yet society passes not even slight of frown,blanket covered screams, but no truth yet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1430769/ When shadowed walls echo empty sound,remember, you will always be my friend.When all feels broken, lost, not to be found,remember that -this- is not the end.Remember that there is no darkness without light,as you have been that light for me in darkest of hours.You were there at every stumble, shinin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1427988/ The void of darkened, wild seas,forgotten ships, lost as they may be,as the waves crash under torrents of rain,can only hope for faithful beacons to call their name.Sometimes they hear a whisper, beyond distance and time,and by chance look up at the guiding star in blackest night.She fol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1418506/ What about passion,what is life without life breathing back into you?How can you stand there,your only desire to be stone,unmoving, unwavering,yet stand for, and do nothing.How could you let it all slip away,only after to feel, to rue the day,just as you knew you would someday.but what if somed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1398862/ These crumbled walls,lay out across a sacred city,as the sands and stone,once misplace from the wreckage,dwindle between my fingers,and make up a new tapestry of time.It is but a map,that holds ancient meaning,whispering of the beginning,forged from dark ends,trailing scars; reminiscent, of end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1391107/ Words spoken that touch my soul,but touch shames the word which the feeling beholds.The velvet brush of a rose petal across flushed cheek,words that reach the depths of my heart, both ocean and sea.A call that reaches past distant lands and sacred journeys,even in death, bounding back across ten-tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1388043/ A bitter aftertaste,washes past helpless faces,the scent of blood on fire,eyes gazing at endless pyre.Silence such an eerie thing,when desolation is at full swing,the smoke dances across the trees,apathetic to sadness hanging in poisoned breeze.Such a great battle coupled with a precious price,so ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1385720/ Foretold a grim despair,thus each wanton tear,falls with passion's flair,and drifts beyond the glare.For each light's a shining star,that thrums through sight and sound,creating a wave of wonder and awe,and travels again, homeward bound.As society begs of wrongs,to this we mustn't dare to succumb,as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1382676/ Scales of filth and gnarled disease,she slithers out of sight,hiding behind a dark disguise,she coils there like death, instinct, I freeze.Her eyes, slivers of humanity, dissipate to reveal the monster inside,Once a figure born to love,a mother's touch but a monster, here lies.Now the ground itself .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1365860/ The pale moonlight lie across the river,in its ribbons, the silken breeze sparklesthe gravel at its side,a thousand tiny marbles.Walk with me, through this strange new land,there is nothing to fear,so take my hand.From the valley at the bridge,hidden from prying eyes, delightin this secret plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1365371/ Tides that ebb and flow,leaving skeletons of the past behind,as they pass quietly,to and fro.Much like footprints in the sand,a mark left silently,upon the land.Another sunset passes by,symbolic of a journeythat moves like the tide.Giving way to the stars,revealing the night sky,the sun has set anot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1363204/ The stars such spackled beauty,painted onto an infinite canvas,they watch over youand know the truest meaning of love,and yet,you reach for dust.Selling your flesh for no cheaper price,than just to raise chemicals in your brain,for a moment,as eternity stands before you,watching,and you know it is w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1358130/ Inhale,exhale,beginning,to ending,never simple,pin pricks of clarity,a flash unclouded by fiction,and then back,to eyes that close,uncertainty, thick,filling the air,like suffocation,so I breath,again,and again,remembering.Each memory,not one laid to rest,surrounded,by dirt flingers,as they dig,unti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1356103/ I am a conduit,through me runs pain, yearning, love, and passion.Passion that wavers from anger to flesh,surging into my fingertips,and bleeding... through the pensplotches on paper that appear black or blue,like the bruises I've survivedwith every failed challenge, new.Red for the crimson that flow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1355189/ Dreams...such fragile but cunning things,filling our minds with hopewith smiles upon our faces in passing,Though no smile crosses my face,as I concentrate on the sunlight,that lies beyond my windowwhile only shadows cover my flesh this time.Worry, written in creases,above my brow.Each moments that p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1352808/ As I waver between my fears,a single tear threatens to make its leave.How can a moment be so bittersweet,as I stand upon new memories?A longing, so unfulfilled,to which I hunger, still.Then there are the moments,to which I feel surreal.What is is fiction,what is fact,if I can't touch the words,that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1342270/ I care, I care,yes I do,but when it takes two minutes,there's not enough time for you.I always tell you,I want you around,but I won't come see you,too many miles to town.Doesn't my silence reflect my love?leaving you in the dark,should feel sent from above,even though it's as clear as bark.I live in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1326705/ Towering church walls,devoid of color aside from that,which spews awkwardly from stained glass windows,the people are silent,listening to the haunting echoes of one man's speech,words meant to comfort, but break,their unintended target, something hidden deep,buried under years of torment,and pain, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1324418/ I long to dance, upon the stars...each breathtaking light,a stepping stoneto guide my way, through darkened nights,each heartbreak forgotten,as I escape the land's desert strifetiptoeing through with unforgettable might.I carry with me such intangible desire,fingertips that long to caress unending f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1317989/ Fated stars hidden in ocean colored eyes,a state of wonder, curiosity,searching for heavily guarded secrets, of minemaking an ordinary mind feel like wildfire, by design.A shield from the torrent of worldly life,I am disarmed by your steady umbrella,exposed a surrender to feel alive.A weary soul res.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1314838/ The smoke swirls, a risingintricate patterns lift from my view,the sun has burned it's light into me,memories of the fall before,spiraling, spinning,to the depths of death's door,but oh, glorious life...has touched me, once more,as I rise to my calling,feathers burning bright,a flash across the sky,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1313480/ He heard the crashing waves,calling, singing a songthat he alone could hear,shaking, brittle hands,grasped his walking cane.Walking, a painful thing,he continued to the scene,bare crippled toesleft jagged footprints in the sand,trails of heartbreak between themhe never would forget her name.The sand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1308027/ My troubles fall away,fingertips run across red silk sheetsflowing over the bunchesbunches that left impressions of passion,and air,air that my starved lungs couldn't breatheecstasy that toppled every other thought,away.My cold body,now full of life, and warmth,daylight... creeping through the windo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1307509/ Breathe... by the candlelight,kneeling under the grace of something,I don't yet understand...chained to these stone, cold walls,a reluctant shiver eruptsa tremble that feelslike an earthquake threatening my soul.Stained glass windowsa significance that feels so different nowI can't see the storm,pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1305876/ Stars stretch across awakened flesh,disguised as distant freckles,dusting a canvas of hidden radianceunder a veil of pale moonlight.Definitions of life, reborn,like witnessing a nebula, behind once blind eyes.Color, scent, touch...senses, explosions, endless seas of secrets and mysteries,waves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1301826/ My heart is a canvas,painted with stars,a vastness that swallows worldsand reaches from afar.Fingertips that longto touch the warm sun rays,but stubborn in it's darkness,only emptiness prevails.Cracks in my skin,filled with scars and empty spaces,gouges in my life,filled with no familiar faces.Becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1293632/ Spaces, between my ribs as I breath,I wince at the anxieties,my restless soul is filled with stars,dying, spinning, twinkling at all hours.Echoes haunt my mind,as flowers wither and bloom in time,how central the thoughts that arise,then twirling in new directions, the depths that I hide.A slow relea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1290563/ A question passes,every now and again,ripping it's way through my dreaming,tearing the clarity of mind.Sometimes there's an emptiness,an absence of touch,where reaching fingertips are numb,with a force equivalent to simple dust.Will this always be... enough?When something as simple,as an expression .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1271213/ Satin sheets bunched in spaces,scattered across the mattress,as blips of memories replay,and shift the pale emptiness in my mind.Breath, a softness, passes my frecklesconnecting the dots to all life's troublesand bringing them to this moment,then each slowly drifts away.My locket broke as you entere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1265221/ Hooves that pound,his vengeance thunders.The flames on his steed,draw fear, awe, and wonder.As he gallops through town,panic takes over,the people all run,for nearby cover.Chaos ensues and flames whistle,his haunting tune, like a torrentthrough the thistle.As the people scatter and scream,all is ech.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1259783/ Happy Birthday Jewelz!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1257576/ Looking up into the night's canvas,all is silent, but a melody moves insidetaking a breath into the cool air,as wonder drifts into my soul.I can feel my spirit expand,running wild through the meadow,amid the wide open spaces of nature,the breeze, like silk brushing across my fleshthis is what h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1253398/ Slipping...through my fingertips,what is thinner than water,but wounds your heart abound?Taken from my hands,like a nightmare, as it shakesshattering my dreams, my hope of life,like the others that have simply fallen away,but this... I didn't want to lose,but was taken anyway.Was this my destiny?To .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ARamey/1251746/