http://slow.writerscafe.org/DickVaccaro The original writings of author D. L. Vaccaro en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218982 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A cut up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1400468/ I'd drive a fifteen hundred miles a day,Hitch rides on a dozen eighteen wheelers just to say,What I got inside, the secrets I've found,But when I get to your door, not a sound.What's on my mind to you right now,I'm speechless at the sight of you, like Wow.You always seem to take my breath away,I wan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1397425/ Another dark day in this living hell of misery.Living in a cage of awkwardness and regrets.Closing my eyes and pulling up memories.Shadows of days past now turned to stone.The way she looked still as ice in winter.Deep inside she's constantly my centre.Even in cold stone her gaze pierces my soul.Haz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1397021/ A chorus of laughter in silk sheetsTa-da! Another pulled off deceptionBirthing a wheeze and sandpaper skin,Destroy every bit of my excessive ways.Learning to age, in an age full of monkeys.Jump rope and hopscotch on social networks.All-I-Ever-Wanted held up like a carrot.Sixteen cara.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1396975/ When I was young they sold me on illusions:Santa Claus, Jesus Christ, and Unconditional Love.Such comforting thoughts, and like a child I embraced them.Planned out my whole life, expecting them.Santa came once a year, to those who were good, Jesus was coming soon for those who obey,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1396974/ Rubble in the streets, explosions.Blood on concrete, contusions.Rockets hit the schools, execution.Families in the streets, confusion.Gaza, it was a, Stripped down to your foundations.Gaza, oh Gaza,Enslaved by the illegal occupation.Blockade blocking medicine, collusion,Trade and power cut off, secl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1396973/ If I knew wisdom was going to taste like this, I would have remained a foolish fellow. If I had known that parting was going to be such a sweet sorrow, I would have never said hello. If I had learned the secrets to unlock her kiss, I would not be smoking this kretek. If I had shattered this cage .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1077694/ The land was desolate, cold, and unforgiving. Just like the human heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/1065581/ Decode the secret message and leave your answer in the reviews. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/988466/ For my muse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/988398/ March 1, 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/988370/ From June 10-11, 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987992/ September 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987577/ October 1st, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987575/ You alone possess my eternal heart, It always stops whenever we're apart, Pulsating to its steady cosmic beat, It misses even your tiny little feet. Your eyes so green they make me dream, My soul burns hotter than burning steam, Your smile so pure it takes me away. It wishes it could be with you tod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987573/ Fear in the unknown abyss of despair,Joy in the little mysteries in her eyes.Happiness in the gentle locks of her hair,Sadness in her eventual parting goodbyes.Excitement in her tender, warm smile,Anticipation builds at the tip of her nose.Elegance in her constantly changing style,Cuteness in her ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987571/ from October 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987570/ lol a sports poem... from October 17, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987569/ From November 19, 2006, For my muse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987566/ From the end of 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987514/ What a painful sight... To see ones beloved in love.What a terrifying plight... To have fallen from grace above.What a hurtful phrase...To read their "I Love You"s.What a strange day...To be living in the Blues.What a crying shame...To love a bird that's flown.What a burned out flame...To see w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987511/ "This s**t Kray!" from March 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987504/ Sometimes you say more, by saying less. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987503/ A bit long, maybe too rhymy... but eh oh well... self expression... trying out a different person to write as (I think its second person...) anyway, here it is. dig it: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987502/ a mix of fiction story and philosophical poetry from June 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987495/ Noah Webster's 1828 Dictionary defines the term label as: "A narrow slip of silk, paper or parchment, containing a name or title, and affixed to any thing, denoting its contents." Today it obviously has a slightly different meaning. There can be conceptual labels now, not only those made of silk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987491/ 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987174/ The gift of honesty would be nice every once and a while.Lies only culminate in destruction, so why light a fire?Burn it all down then, I'll build it back.I won't leave, I won't die, not like them, not like the rest.Support is rarely given to the self taught child.Lies a self defense from getting in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987173/ 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987172/ Call me out like a passing joy,Release the smoke from its tomb.Forget me in your bag of tricks,Crawl back inside your virgin womb.Call me in like an inverted hill,Pushing down daisies as time floats by.I know that my description fits the bill,Killer in board shorts, waiting - hoping to die.Don&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987171/ 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987170/ Eyes deceive, and eyes disguise.Eyes see, and eyes don't know.Eyes look, and eyes penetrate,Eyes can kill, and eyes can lie.Let me See your eyes.Eyes cry, and eyes really try,Eyes look up, Eyes wonder why.Eyes are tears, eyes are fears.Eyes can laugh, and Eyes can smile.Let me look into your eyes.Ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987168/ from 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987167/ Song lyrics from 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987166/ Raven black - sky a furnace,Hidden track - clouds exploding.Lifetimes weep - a soul to reap,Slowly creepin' - the dirt is seepin'.Forget the Melancholy breeze of Winter,Forge the steel of Spring's mines.Force the hand of Summer's mentor,Ford the creek that passes through time._______________________.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987164/ Inspired by a song by John Lennon from April 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987162/ December 4th, 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/987161/ A poem excerpt from a failed novel attempt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986456/ Failed Story Idea from like 2009... the idea was to tell the story of this guy who believed he was the last gunslinger during the 1920s and 1930s... The story is told from other peoples perspectives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986454/ Failed Story Idea from like 2009... the idea was to tell the story of this guy who believed he was the last gunslinger during the 1930s... The story is told from other peoples perspectives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986452/ Early 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986447/ Early 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986446/ Short Story from 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986443/ late 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986437/ Novel attempt from April 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986435/ failed story idea from July 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986434/ March 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986432/ November 3rd, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986431/ November 8th, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986429/ A cut up... check it out. I used over 10 different novels to make this. From November 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DickVaccaro/986427/