http://slow.writerscafe.org/Insomnius The original writings of author Mark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053761 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 End stage capitalism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/3119388/ The futility of endeavor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2961166/ Inspired by Mazzy Star, 'Into Dust' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2928483/ Togetherness is an illusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2896592/ no matter how we distract ourselves, Time will beat us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2836693/ A good start to another day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2811594/ I'll never find that soul mate now, but that's okay. I've had a good life and it's still getting better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2805704/ Was listening to a song by Lilly Cornell and this came out of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2793403/ A life worth living doesn't fear death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2467101/ an old bachelor sometimes remembers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2462807/ Scary days in 2020 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2461103/ So human to believe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2169401/ belief is a large part of what makes us human http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2169392/ Some songs hit us in the soul meancholy and transcendent. Mazzy Star's Fade Into You comes to mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2158359/ Nothing lasts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2156715/ Once it was about religion. Today it's about political rightness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2156699/ We are immersed and can't really grasp what Time is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2090912/ and sometimes it's the only thingand always it's what life will singthat magic contractionthat inexplainable attractionthat makes us human.and now it's all fading graynight stars covered in the mist of cloudsThe sad joy of remembering your eyes on mewhat can't be explained made me feel aliveAnd some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/2082464/ 42 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1960588/ I am a martiandesigned in red dustfired in passion and lustI feel.Broken communication; I amConfused, I don't understandthe language assumed by this land.I reel.Singular and isolateI travel, I don't care whereMoving through this human fairI deal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1912906/ The truth lies in waityou rode off with my lieleaving me alonewith my blind eye heartmade of sand and stone.I watched that fine a*s walk awaythe bottle, the smoke helpedme drift another tomorrow's day.Pearl smooth calmno waves to crash into now.Only the memory of long ago tearsand the damn ringing,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1787267/ I can't break free of my own microcosm to immerse in the macrocosm. Stuck on the treadmill, the terrible and lonely ecstasy of knowing,its a thirst and hunger to want to know more,and knowledge satiates but...it refuses to digest, it grapples with my mindtears my heart, freezes my soul.I want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1781952/ When will the darknessbe just the end of the light?I swirl fast trying to bring her insight.Sometimes, she is a face in blurredpastel, then she fades, into the black.Never here.again. So then I go on forgetting the ache, the wishing.When will I be enough?not this empty half loafthis stupid, longing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1748038/ There are so many piecesI'd like to remove.The ones that achelike broken glassembedded so long ago,now worn at the edges;but still able to make mebleed.There are parts I would removesurgically, preciselyand tossing them in the salty waterI'd watch to see what ate them.Would I smile then?See a bright.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1723438/ I swept the day and looked for meaning, but found only hardwood floors and honest ceilings.No more would I go astrayin sticky lies, failed truths.I wondered what I would findif the cobwebs were gone and no more vermin to hide.Cold, clean, and aloneI live on the floor of light.We've become such carel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1715598/ We came out from the trees, lived among stonestraveled down rivers to oceans so vast they seemed to drown the worldWhat are we? We tamed the Sun and called it firewe tamed it againand got a cloud formed like a mushroomWe built, we destroyed.We created, we killed.We make music and we dream dreams.We .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1686200/ Sometimes it hurts in a rageCrystal blue covered in greyI knew insecure, guilty silenceEveryone's shared secret I was sure I couldn't know.Something was wrong,I wasn't right.There must be something,Something I don't know.Whitman, his crisp wordscummins defining what's wholePlath defined my deities.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1647024/ and so we are given another daywith packaged tasteand swollen ad dances.We're too far into the future to change fate.With your green heartsand minds of mad structurethe solace you promisecauses the freight cars in my headOnce more, saved from blue skiesWe pray to the magic machines that crushlives i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1633989/ Western minds automatically look for reasons, to categorize that which maybe can not be categorized. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1632179/ The modern world offers many instant gratifications and ways to keep in touch. Sometimes it's a bit much. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1588550/ Anotherword, another sight,another night caught mebreathing.Iwish I could see the moon,or at least here her song.Yourclouds wall it from me.foggy sharp needlestheyknow where to make me bleed,Likeyou.Then the Moon rips throughIsee her tearsandanswer... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1501253/ Will I find recognition?be validated in her smile?touch my soul to another?There are places of the heart and soulThat can't be measuredare sometimes missedoften forgottenor buried deep.a pretense of logiccovering them likea shaky riveted door. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1471527/ They fall like dead leavesfrom the tree of my life.Luckily, it is my decisionto nurture my futureor lie in the poison of my past. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1471099/ To all my friends on the WC, I wish you more happiness and joy in the coming year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1461151/ When it stopswhen it is all donewhen the air refusesto move in my lungs.Then, where life changes to something elseand death claims me back to the dirtI will not regret.I will remember the wonderI will still feel the joythe pain, the sadness, the laughter;the life that I was, that I had.To be gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1459489/ A winter poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1457565/ In the village where a person was someoneand where known was the wall keeping us warmfrom the strangers come.We were never alone.Now in the cityI pass thousands of faceswho never see me nor I them,if I try hard not to.A million souls,all walking alone.In warm glow of the big screenwe reach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1430971/ Iwander because I'm full of dread,andoverflowing with hope.Iwon't ponder what hope is,whatit will, eventually, do to me.Iwonder why I continue to findthesad destruction of lifeand that I can still find joy;in colorsso bright they hurt.Ifeel it when I see th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1419730/ The once noisy lifedies or sleeps or flies away.Once more, time to Fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1407557/ They take our visions                and strap them into a lineto face the squad.you must be on time,where they box your soulin concrete and glass.Be a good little one,follow these ordersand you can run at the bell.Whatever your dreamsthey will jar them for yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1397068/ Where you came fromwhere you go,Connect the dots of time,share these moments.Touched, touchingin our journey through timegathered in by family and friendsyet we hang, by alone.waiting on the freeze;a particular defining present.Stop waiting on the big one;build a life from small moments.Deep in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1379195/ I thought of youwhen I heard a laugh.A thought I hadn't hadin ...How long?It was a bitter tasting laugh;Full of promises.But, no longer connected,it rolled away and left medry.the more love I gave away,the less it hurt.Until there was no more you,in me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1359890/ 'Gonna buy me a ticket, as far as I can now. Gonna ride til the train run out of track' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1348971/ I don't want the power in loveI don't aim to be your masterFalling down all aroundlike so much well meant disasterOh, I never wanted a slaveI pursue a life less ruledBut if you walk without your chainsPerhaps we can make each other crazyI'm just a human in need of suspenseNo need to fail, no dire ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1348713/ Who knows where your faith might lead us?Your death, mine. Only believe and what youshall see becomes shuttered.unvarnished wood slats open, closedepending where you put it.Who knows what light we might find?Your life or mine?Exercised and strongit becomes a gravityof shaping, warpingwhite ligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1336316/ Music is more than language. It is connection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1336300/ confusion, data overload, uncertainty and a new spirituality. Where does it lead? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1336286/ Even today we still hear and see horror stories about how people treat other people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1332962/ Oh little oneface puckered in all the angeryour little heart can musterKnow ye that above all things,no matter how or where you may turn,Ye will always... be a part of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1328693/ We all go along with what makes senseeven with a gun pointed to our headswhile 'they' say it's all been wrong.I've never really understood that thinkingwhen reality is what we want it to be,even when it is so obviously not.Tell us 'they' are responsible'they' are the evil doersand the makers of misc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Insomnius/1324717/