http://slow.writerscafe.org/belinda87 The original writings of author xeroxcandybar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027397 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wrote this while learning web design, hence the cascading sheets as metaphor for the set patterns that govern human relationships in this case negative female relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/968510/ Stillness and boredom make me apprehensive. The nicotine creates a familiar chaos,momentarily numbing my mind,weaving a spider web layer filter through which my elevated and speededup thought fragments sieve through.Marching like ambushing troops They enter my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/967930/ Without you, every conversation would be like a gameWithout a referee. Without you, I’d get lost in paper perspective readings,socio-political polemics and discourse analysis. Without you, I’d be a child without a toy. Without you, garli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/962337/ I took a walk down a streetIn a sexless world.Genderless nineteenth century Flaneur pedigree masses  Parading hormone scraped social facades.  Hemophroditic Dimly moon lit Gazes Twist into frightening contortions Of Milton’s innocent p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/962336/ You sycophantic institutes,Chthonic demi-gods in Sunday hats.You parade us for outdoor pick nicksAnd we gonna party like its 1984.Late night shenanigans,And early to rise to the sounds of monotocromousBlackberry alarm tones.Something rings a bell here…Time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/962334/  Mine is a tubular rosa dentate In which sometimes you find hollow bones.Sometimes you find sanctuary like a serpentine’s  penetration into a  warm cave amidst a thunderous downpour. Sometimes there is a honey pot .The sticky sweet taste of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961848/ Part of a series of poems on the nature of the mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961844/ Listen with your mindThe mind is a master puzzle maker and obliterator.Taking essence and disseminating it on soap boxes,In the hinter regions of the psyche.Reconstructing reality as a game. Listen with your heart,Listen. The heart lends its intimacy to every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961841/ The death of the Buddhawhose life I have lived vicariously. He has sat there in hisprimus position atop scriptures of borrowed books .For a long time now I havetried to build a kinship bridge between him and I.I have tried to emulate himwith every strategic clime up his Bow t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961840/ I find myself tired of tropes Of all kinds.Female tropes, Male tropes, God tropes,Tropes of you and I. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961838/ inspired by Holon theory, the notion that everything is comprised of holons.A holon is a system (or phenomenon) which is simultaneously a whole and a part. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961836/ Complications of the flesh,I know you  want to feel the fold, Sense the curves,And discover the sour of my complection. Penetrate The problems that plague us away .Skin slides better when I’m the onemoving, Feeling  lighter than usual, I know y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961835/ Wrote this some years back in high school when i was strongly under the influence of the album "lateralus" by Tool. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/belinda87/961833/