http://slow.writerscafe.org/milton334 The original writings of author milton334 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776122366 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 nausea from the fear of realitythat in your bones, the marrow is creamy white and queasycurdled like the thoughts you have ofspace and time and momentsand immortalitywhich you are (knowing that you are, as long as you hold on to thatconsciousness)and the moment you let gogone gone goneblack is silen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/1168223/ I’ll count the starsOn my two handsOn my two feetI’ll count the starsIn my urban forestWith skyscrapers and neon lights. Say goodbye To the nightSay goodbye To SleepingSay goodbye To the nightSay goodbye to Waking I’ll cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/1092320/ silence found it's way, to the tapping of the keyboardeach word encroaching, - found…lack of spirit, - found…meaning dissipates when my word box remains trepidate…in a bed of head of why's….  silence found it's way, that is your condemnationwhat did you say, can i re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/1049799/ the time passesin moments spent with youDarlings, oh precious ones, you hold me into the nightwith your words of pain, betraying your moralitythe weeping sound is so particular, it is such a crya wailing of despair, of overwhelmedof soul, simply dyingi'll hold to youin belief that this is just "for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/1032845/ @font-face { font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝";}@font-face { font-family: "Cambria Math";}@font-face { font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/999275/ Enveloped, I breathed.Held for so long in friendship, By voice, by spirit, by gaze...And now,Enveloped by arms, lips, body, Caresses and kissesThat yet mean somehowMore or less than nothing.And as your hand slips along my thigh,It hesitates, but does not falterAnd as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/994019/ I could live forever in a moment, that is what my first love taught meI could live forever always passing, these moments in steady continuation,Now, that is you.Time speeds away in an ephemeral rhymeWith laughter, cheer, and babbleWith non-sequitur and referents to our own meta-musingI a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/992062/ The family I keep building, seem to fall away.so home is where I sit.The family I have is far away.so home is where i sit.I laugh with you, and find In youEyes, and hope and careand as we dine on unexpected dinner number 32home is where we sitand as we laugh in a broken barof broken dreams and bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/992059/ There’s PeopleWho Talk of Murder There’s peoplewho talk of murder There's peoplewho have done itI find myself ata crossroadsSeeing you, whocould beYou, who wasOne that dreamsof such a capacityAnd co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/milton334/992058/