http://slow.writerscafe.org/Leonard%20Birch The original writings of author Leonard Birch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016756 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When I looked into the Abyss, It parted my lips, And stuck its tongue down my throat. It enveloped my heart, Then it tore it apart, And threw it back into the fire. Now that it's done, Don't be sad that I'm gone,At least I got to pick how it would end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1398136/ Two paths lay under my bare feet,One made of fire and the other of sleet.Three men bar the way,Loathsome and eyes ablaze.Settled deep into the breast bone,The arrow finds its home.When will we know,That it is too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1255918/ A short poem about second guessing and anxiety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1119077/ a short story in the works about my time spent living at an apartment complex. its not entirely true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1057461/ a short poem about childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1041581/ i was trying to see how long of a some what coherent sentence i could make using only B words and this is what i got. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1037446/ short poem about working. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1029288/ a poem i wrote in five minutes while watching the sun rise on a smoke break at work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/1017441/ a poem about the one that got away. i suppose it's rather rambley. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/992895/ a very short poem that came to me after the loss of a loved one. the poem and incident have no relation, but i think that its interesting what tactics the mind will deploy in order to cope with loss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/992647/ lyrics about love and loss and movin' on. i s'pose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/968546/ lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/968229/ a poem about being a rock http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/964320/ lyrics about living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/963468/ these are some lyrics to a blues song i'm working on that is kind of in AAB format, though the second half of it is meant to be more of a free form ramble when sung. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/911195/     I am in the frozen food section of a grocery store. The same grocery store my Grandfather takes me to every weekend. I am seven years old and I appear to be the only person there. The patterned white and blue tiles are shined to a glossy finish and not only do I see myself in its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815332/     At first there was darkness, nothing. Slowly, dark red neon lights started to appear. They intersected, creating two grids that ran parallel. The square spaces between the lines of light then were filled with an invisible force that made the grids able to be traveled across. The f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815257/ A    Torrential downpour in the middle of a cold winter night some where in either southern California or upstate new york. Stuffed into a car seat in the back of a small, dying car, I initially peer up and out through the window to my left into the low visibility of the storm. I then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815253/ Actual dreams and images that have come to me over the years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815250/ Open your eyes.What do you spy?Learn what to take.Make more mistakes.Know when to break.Just another day.Maybe now he'll stay.Feel the warmth.It won't scorch,the scars they leftfor all to see.Knee deep misery,the sea of want and need.Fleeting as you run,to catch a glimpse at the sunbefore it is gone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815249/ Where has it gone?All that's left, is wrong.It's like a wave,that will not break.It's swallowing everything whole.Leaving nothing, but pain and disgrace in its wake.And I know that I won't be the same.Nothing can erase,the memories of the day,when I finally found out what was shame.And I know if we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815244/ social commentary mixed in with some personal experience from a semi-autobiographical piece in the works http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815241/ she told me once that these places are filled with things that hurt and kill and cheat and lie and steal and to run as fast as you can and never look back. but it was too late my hands were filthy from the dirt of my actions and i had left myself out in the dark to be eaten by the we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Leonard-Birch/815237/