http://slow.writerscafe.org/JediMobius The original writings of author JediMobius en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016683 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 For the first time I knew the difference between light and darkwhat I thought I could see was only the edges of the shadowonce removed, the day-dream veil became so uselessthe light that causes us to burn will hurt until the flaws are forged awayI had a tasteand it was enough to keep me planted in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911998/ What’s been happening?All these things I’ve been following around.Subconsciously,it seems I’m drawn to destruction and the soundof fear,misfortune,confusion;debris is falling, calling me to dreamof love,protection,desirefor restoration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911997/ Slow going, can’t keep uptoo much at stake, yet not enoughThese actions beckon common senseto jump across the fence and stepinto the yard of discontinued slangwhere language’s domainis challenged dailythe words are dying, at least free to reignSo don’t you be ashamedif you won&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911996/ This is not Haikuto tell the truth in summer~I lied already http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911995/ unsettling sheepgrazing in pasturesgreen blades spread thought through chlorophyll veinsthat lookthat bleak lookbaado they know they’re eating ideas?digestion processunconventional separatedthey should be runningjump the fence and runbut they just sit thereand i know not their numberif i could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911994/ my room is changing hueschameleon blendfiery orange red flaresto cool blue colorsthe camera in my mindtracks exposureadjusts aperturepaints the scene on tabletsthe naked wind is stirringscreen separationshe wishes to borrow curtainsto clothe herself in vibrancethe C.E.O. in my mindnever came backlef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911992/ Three Haiku for you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911991/ It’s been waitingI don’t know how longfor you to come aroundand take it off my hands.It was yours before you even knewthat something nice was sittingin my careuntil you get here.It’s been alone awfully long,carefully wrapped,protected from microscopic scavengers.You’d better .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911989/ Reach out on that balance beam of lightwill travelfarther than you could make itin three hundred million meters.Time stopssixteen billion miles a daycontained in turning hands of crystal faces.A thousand light years at eleven million miles a minutemakes for short tripsacross the universeat the speed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911974/ I lie to myself.I lie and I believe.I know, I know, it’s so naive.I lay a trap to catch you fallin’for it on your own.Once again, I can’t get out.And then the stars whisper secretsto each other in their penthouse suitesof ways they can endure the camerasfollowing their weary feet i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911970/ I will fail to find a wayto destroy the machine.I will endure until it’s broken downby hands that move unseen.Construct a mechanical virusto compromise the core.The power of the airwon’t know what hit it as it shatters to the floorIt’s a smog that can’t be seen.It’s pol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911937/ Waitingexpectantly,trying to connect.The line was severed months ago,then patched on a whimtriggered by the motions in the sky,or perhaps by whispers floating by.Desire:a burning wick,dances flickering.It doesn’t matter how I try,I can’t make the shiftnecessary for this fragile craftto b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911936/ Passive is just the way the aggression takes holdof the neck of frustration,shaking it viciouslywith hands of sarcasm.Violence in the form of a teddy bearsilently plotting in the darkto utilize all the creeping thingsand boogey mento exercise its fluffy, huggably evil will.The mastermind composedof .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911931/ I just wanted some stillness.So that’s what I left on the page.I left it in spaces.It’s for you to imagine.Imagine the silence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911930/ Once againI’ve left that back burner onfor days and days and dayswaiting for the water to boilreturning to find it all evaporatedchanging phase againI fill it up and walk awayif I kept it in my sightthe change would never happenso again I find it emptywaiting for attentionand againand then aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911929/ The dream didn’t happenuntil the sun had already set on itand so was transformedby the twisted full moon light.Lupine companionswho join in the revelrycompletely unawareof the hunter keeping track,rush headlong into scenesof lack of trepidationas the insanity grips usand keeps us in our spots... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911928/ Falling asleep at the button,like falling asleep at the wheel,is discouragedat all times,especially when attempting to navigateparked cars.I notice myself slacking,after having berated everyone else firstfor the same offense.Perhaps I thought I had fixed itunlike my helmsmen,my second in command,the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911927/ Wait.Why am I still awake?Anxious,I can’t sleepand suddenly it’s too late.Preparingfor what I know is cominganticipation makes so much more sensethan feeling slightly drowsy, or even unenergetic.Dangerously,I’m operating heavy machinery.Anything could happen from this point,so my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911628/ Everyone has metthe small, lonely kid on the playgroundwho just wants to make friends.He grows up to travel the worldhired as a silent assassinby criminal masterminds.It’s not his fault he made them sick.They called him names and upset him,now he wants revenge.He really only ever wanted a hug... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911608/ Since when did it all make sense?Puzzle pieces left a messacross the table with a careless gesture,cast off to join the restunwantedbeneath the couch,behind the dresser,trapped inside the vent.So what if a few strewn piecesstill need filling in?We can clearly see the picture for ourselves,our minds .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911606/ To truly dream is daring,reserved for the dedicatedbravest of the fewtenacious chasersof ever changing goals.The few will have the dreamyet fewer still will follow through,the former wasting their commitmenton a fading static view.Status quo is easy to achievesuccess even more sobut a dream is somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911605/ A dark mist risesas the full moon meets the apex of the sky,glittering its stolen lighton the face of slumber.The sounds of the night are stolenby a great, overbearing stillin the night air,like breath taken hostageand held for ransom to the highest bidder.The wind caresses the trees,nature’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911594/ This is the life of an idiom:keeping all your broken eggsin one basket of spilled milk,crying over itselfas the cows come hometo roost.They catch thirty twobirdswith one penny savedand earn what they sowwhile the chickens stand to be countedamong the fewbefore they hatch and burn,because time flies .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911497/ There is a new tomorrowarriving piece by piece,waiting to be assembledby careful, compassionate hands.It sits in warehousesof future constructionuntil someone decidesthe need is great enough to put it all together,and we are the assembly line,and time is the foreman,reality is the delivery system.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911466/ a train stationwith a nation overlooking the cliffwe’re on the driftwith dull senses, sharp mindhand your ticketto the picket line protestor in chargewe’re still at largewith short tempers, long knifetrouble brewsas the clues bring the puzzle togetherwe’re keepin cleveropen vision,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911464/ Vacuous multifarious drains dripping divisiontelling tomorrow to waitpostpone the inevitable repercussionsof drifting alone in isolated space sedatedand severely frustratedat changes that keep making everything exactly the sameplacing the blame for the death of a staron the cometshooting pastescapin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911458/ Leaping expectations in a single bound,that is my power.Villains tell mewhat I cannot doand I do it.But the world isn’t ready for me.I would destroymindsif I unleashed my poweron cancers, disease, and hunger.If only I had the powerto convince themto persevereand not give up so easily,the world.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/911452/ Life keeps happening,impeding its own progresswith constant interruptions.Grains of sand are in rebellion,they’re asking “Why?Why must I go down this holeand let the flow continue?”All the while, time hits the turbulencethe fine china finally lives up to its nameas it pulverizes ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908914/ I’m dodgin bulletsin a flurry of fury rainin down on methe battle of conversationwords with semi automatic actionspraying cover firefor hidden thoughtsto get in positionsabotage languagedestroy the meaning of all the wordstowers are comin downrun kid runget outta the wayflee the major citiesyo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908904/ My vision has expandedI once saw only in primary colorsthrough the screen of flickering personalityNow I’ve been noticingreality presenting itselfin higher-definition color and soundthoughts resound, rebounding off of mental wallsuntil they find a comfortable spot to sitwaiting to have my full.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908901/ This poem brought to you by 32 hours without sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908867/ Strange dreams beget strange poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908861/ Who knew shoveling could inspire such fun? A short poem about the snow meeting the ground for the first time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908843/ The longing to complete my artistic endeavors, and give them to the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908628/ I couldn't tell you what I was angry about... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908627/ Once upon a time, this was the first effort of a year-long daily poetry project that lasted about halfway... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JediMobius/908561/