http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ocean_Doubtfire The original writings of author Ocean Doubtfire en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996801 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A collection of poetry born from the angst and curiosity of youth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2864893/ Your lips arepainted like the setting sunAnd stumbleover speeches soaked in drink,Excusing usoutside to have some fun,Ignoring whatthe other people think. Burping fromwine, with lipstick on your cheek,You smile, lastone standing in the dark,I light a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2851086/ The guards bring forth the wretched soul, who shakeslike brittle leaves,They march him forward, barefoot on the earth.In twenty years of torture he has had no day’sreprieveAnd he seems not like a man for man has worth. He has left: a little sanity, his limbs, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2851084/ Life ain’t that bad man, you’re just bad at it;You didn’t have to drink like he did and smoke to lookcool,You didn’t have to get qualified in petty crimeinstead of carpentryAnd you didn’t have to keep doing it after you realised. Life ain&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2849898/ One of the greatest and most terrible events in history. Let us be humbled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2831024/ Deceitful twice is the babe’s gargoyle face,It’s grimace seeming hideously oldBy rights belonging to a heathen race,Is yet in truth an infant’s to behold. No infant such as this was laboured thoughFrom out a caring mother’s mortal womb,Sin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2831022/ First draft of a poem about my relationship with God/religion growing up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2830948/ Another cactus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2823749/ The Drums they beatAnd the band they playAnd repeat and repeat After night after dayAnd the dancers danceAnd they’re wild and free,We are nowhere but here,We are nothing but we,And the singers sing And the beaters beatAnd the drunks they drinkAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2823746/ My soul is bones and barely skin,It will not take anything in,It cannot bring itself to eatBut salt and crackers. In complete Contrast you cannot get enoughOf the sweet, sickly, processed stuffThat's advertised by grinning teethAnd fattens you beyond belief.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2823744/ Another cactus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2823739/ This is the first in a form I created- 15 lines of 6 syllables then 5 then 4 and repeat. I would name the form after the original poem so a poem in this form is a 'cactus'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2823671/ I dabble in Buddhism and I think if I was a better Buddhist I would be a better poet. This is a pledge to aim to capture more of the beauty in life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2821283/ Plenty of us have been here I expect. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2820158/ Look up Charles Manson if you don't know him. He plotted the murder of several people. I recognise in him a psychosis I have also suffered from, brought on by LSD. I chose a different path. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2820150/ The sterile grey lit room has no décor,His face is symbiotic with the floor,All grey, that’s barrenness has overgrownThe stranded isle our hero knows alone. An onlooker may sense that he would weepBut no emotion is allowed a creep,His eyes are cold and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2820145/ I prophesize Nirvana painted blackOnce false enlightenment has made us cruelThough cruelty’s painted white among the pack,Morality the territory of fools. The boastful snobs who deign not kill a flyTurn merciless and tyrannise the lowWho disregard this ruling o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2820144/ Like clockwork, ants invert the disarrayThat nature lends, and architect a lawThat, followed well, makes each disciple moreThan wayward particles that will decay.A perfect moralist, he’ll never strayFrom pathways trod a trillion times before,Each ant has no confusion wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2820138/ Bewailing the vain and emasculated modern world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2820137/ I am including this in a short story exploring the quote: “The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools.” – Thucydides http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2819412/ The grey days break like waves;Each identical, formed of the former, seed of the next.They are a white noise in the background of my death. All inborne fears pale in comparison to time; I am a bosomfriend to spiders. A white rabbit crossed my path in the night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2819405/ I wrote this with a bad case of writer's block. I was frustrated that I couldn't seem to conjure anything from a blank page and a blank mind. This was my attempt to craft something out of the fog. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2819403/ In sewers, where thefilth canal flows by,A rat presidesbeneath a concrete sky.I’ve named him notfor rats do not pretendTo need a name andnor to be your friend. He's canny of thisscene and knows the way,The goldfish upsidedown come every day,Coins al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2819402/ Have you skippedschool to smoke a cigaretteAnd meet yourgirlfriend in her parents' bed?Be quick about it ifyou haven’t yetOr you’ll regret thelife you could have led.She was my simplestfriend, most natural limb,I'd sink into her soulas we entwined,Our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2818824/ This was written during a time when I was first sectioned and then passed through the mental health system. The sea is an excellent and ubiquitous metaphor for the subconscious. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2818823/ Thelighthouse beams into the nightShatteringthe sea's conformity.Raindropsfry upon the black ocean like baconAndthe lighthouse cries out across obsidian to anyone who'll notice.Itis a pleading thing,Blindfoldedby a cloth of icy rainThatscreams in the bitter wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2818822/ The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will make you an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you. - Werner Heisenberg http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2818818/ A reluctant servant to a remorseless vampire recounts the actions he is bonded to complete. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2817416/ A mirror is not justice to the face,Forgiving yet thine eye for sober judge,For in those eyes resides a tempered graceThat lovers find who do not hold a grudge.This grudge we must all harbour to our ownTo know that face in all its many wartsWhile in devotion’s gaze it&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815607/ Let's make a bet that if I twistMyself into a knot so tightThat to undo it would takeHerculean might;That you will come and stroke the ropeAnd soften it to silk that slidesAcross itself with easeAnd stills the bitter biteOf harsher chains that drag me downInto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815605/ Respect their way they sayOk, ok,All ways are just as goodYou should, you should,Respect their wayOk, ok, ok. And you should tolerate that thoughtYou know, you know,That different’s just the sameYou ought, you ought,To have respectAnd so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815604/ There is alionhearted prideIn suicide,the iron willTo hang orswallow cyanide.Samewise asdeath, life’s bitter pillHasequalised all trifling things;To beunborn’s the perfect case,For needingnot to cut their stringsThematterless retain their grace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815601/ A gloom is resting in my blood.The sun is dead, my soul is damp,The street's beneath a muddy floodIn blackness, broken by the lamp-This orange glow where raindrops hangLeads me to peace from moody skies,Beneath the weathered roofs of manTo warm myself from nature's lies... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815600/ Alcohol is my best friend.He is always there when I need him,He keeps me companyAnd he shares my interestsIn music and philosophy(Though I confess I am a nihilist). Lately I have been seeing cocaine.She has expensive tastesAnd wants me to do things with my li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815596/ Quintessenceof the destiny of Spring,Awoman- twenty-two- is sure the thing.Herscent's a palace in Nirvana's sun,Undoingsin that I shall leave undone;Themajesty within her hair's bouquetAdmonishesmankind its feet of clay;Medusa'santithetic to the eyesThatba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815595/ Sea Shanty About the Kraken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815591/ Devoted muso here, allow me to rail against pop music. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815590/ Off the cuff sonnet for a brief candle who means more to me than she should. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ocean_Doubtfire/2815589/