http://slow.writerscafe.org/coffeeoften The original writings of author coffeeoften en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776047015 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 since the day my father died I haven't be able to write like I used to, I want to, but the words have shut off somewhere within me.. has this happened to anyone else? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1348686/ I love you, you know,words that never meant moreanother day, you're still my girlI won't shed tears upon your gravebut for the thoughts of sweeter days I hope your soul's okay,I know that you'll be fineI hope we'll smile again,just know that we'll be fineI can't curse clouds for taking you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1346122/ RIP Loretta Saunders, I wish I would have told you how strong and firey I thought you were when I had the chance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1322420/ Every night I sing to myself lullaby's and every night they fade ever so slightly into the setting sun.  I conduct, with my hands, a melodic trumpet that rings in my mind as the orchestra pauses for dramatic effect; the one brass siren wails high above the rest to draw close the hearts of lone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1305773/ My New Years Resolution: 2013 was a whirlwind.  It swept me up and spun me around, made me dizzy and disoriented until I didn't know who or where I was anymore.  I lost myself in booze and false romances, threw myself into doomed situations and placed no blame or fault on anything but luck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1290858/ I'm always the last to find myself a dunceyou fooled me more than oncethose lava lashes smolderbat with fire, her desiregive me some elixirkeep me sane, to feel the rainshow me a heart within a soulGet out of my mindwith your melodiesslick like icethick like poisonheavy has brought me downheavyheavy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1285713/ A centaur leaves the ceremony,takes the flowers,hunts the groomsmen.Bow and arrow,brute and stiff,Aim to please, shoot to maim.He wears a necklace of snakes,bound by wire,hooked like fish.The lace-dressed bride,she shrieks in fury,should have seen it coming.Twisted smiles can't tell truthsand twiste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1271011/ Melt into the earthdelve into the dirtinto the grime and pollutionof human naturecapture quiet sounds of sorrowdeep within the daunting hollowscaves that whine with sounds of sicknessforged in filthI'll say to myselfyou're not the restyou're at your bestoh I'll lie to myselfyou're not the rest .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1258698/ Trauma is a black hole. It openswithout warning, draining the life and abolishing the meaning ofeverything that surrounds it. Grief is a star that tries to shinelight, but only gets absorbed into the darkness. Sometimes a starwill grow too large, and buckle under the pressure, becoming i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1179660/ A story of love and loss and finding new life in embers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1179656/ In every word, a slurin every action some distressgive to me, a deeper senseA stem wont hold my fearsthe way I grasp a necktroubles clasha handsome messMetaphor may hide my wordsof hearts untrueand thoughts untoldconflict meant to mournbut built to growWe leave a lingered night,a template to my life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1151310/ I never wanted this.Whatever happens,does so for a reasonI've spent my timefighting myself to feel itGrowing up is something I learned myself,It's all I want from younot an obligation,or a service,or a nonsense shred of hopeIt's not something to heal from,or any cry for pityJust .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/1073681/ He wore loose fitting jeansand a worn leather jacketmother would scoldwhen lit dartsbalanced between his thin lipsand we chuckled in her absenceMy eyes, deep bluelike hispeaked through dark fringe that was fashioned the way his wasshaggy, hipand I smiled,though he rarely didbecause sometimes it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/987133/ Whenever I hearwind chimesmy mind travels to a neglected placea childhood serenity of sortsfor which I am gratefulfor which I longWhenever I hearwind chimesmy hands tingleas I skim my fingertipson the cool lake topWhenever I hearwind chimesthe sun is setting and the crackling firewarms my chill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/987128/ Dabbling in the world of short stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/967190/ Short stories aren't something I typically do, or have ever done. I wrote this and quickly read through only once, I'm trying to spend more time sharing and less time dissecting. Feedback is welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/962280/ Date yourself with feathered hair,bold red lips,or cat lined eyesThe beauty you held in your dayshines,it is my dayand in my day I am a time travelerin the lightest senseI hint no ironyMy intention is not pretentiousbut curious,glorious,frivolous in natureExpressionof you,to meand through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/961266/ The sun beams shone bright the next morning through the thin dusty curtains and against my clenched eyelids. I groaned lazily pulling the covers over my throbbing head; my sleep had been far from restful, filled with troubled dreams and restlessness. I rolled over rubbing my eyes and peered across t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/951353/ How does the fire always overpower?why does it hiss my crackled nameBehind trouble eyes,my body isstainedI hunch in thick shadows,with hands cupped over my lanterns rayof lightand I wait for the sun to cast a safepath of shadow for me to travelfor me to hideMy tear ducts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/897125/ Thebus doors creaked as they stretched closed and I took a deep breathas the engine came to life and the bus jerked forward intoacceleration. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the windowfeeling the vibrations of the bus numbing my thoughts and easing mymind. For the longest time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/820308/ An older poem I discovered today on my travels through old notebooks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/815883/ Whist I sit and gazethe sun rises,as I breathe a sigh it setsanother day has come,another night has passedTime remains a constantas seconds pass with easeeach footstep clicks in unisonas I remain naivein silenceIn silence I speak anxiously,of every moment gainedI refrain from times hostility,the gri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/815879/  I satin my closet, knees pulled up to chest, oversized sweatshirt pulledover knees, shaking, trembling. It's all a nightmare I kept tellingmyself over and over. I clamped my hands over my ears and beganbanging my head against the wall. The memories played over and overin my mind.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/815877/ A story of betrayal and fresh starts. This is something I've been picking at on and off for a long time, I want to put more effort into it in the near future. Any comments/suggestions welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/815875/ Time continues to move, irregardless of us standing still. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/815865/ Truth lies in what we hold; that which we will never see until the moment passes, and it is too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coffeeoften/815858/