http://slow.writerscafe.org/SadUncDays3562 The original writings of author Sad Unc Days 3562 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779306213 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How well you've trained your slave boyLook at him drool, as you walk around teasingly in the nudeto cook, and clean, and polishand never toucha perfect arrangement http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134750/ rose tinted glasses,and shifting expectationsmake hard workin to mounds of dirt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134687/ fake dances,and fabric snapsthe appearance of might,merely an exotic flourish http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134685/ An abscess poppedglorious gory relieftime to washand continue with normal life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134684/ Deflation ofn purposethe mania subsides,but for what? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134402/ O Beauty in unbeautifula mess to renew,    and then some    and all different opinions how about it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134401/ Danger snaking,and upside wrong, but rightchaos touches,and villains dancei find not,but feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134400/ my heart dances,uncertainwhile topics remain pleasant, and undirecteda therapy, of sortsto be a normal humanwell worth the price... for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134392/ In this cell, I dwellfor all else is hell.But that too turns fell.What am I but a shell?So my soul I'll sellout of my mind, make a pellenchantments, and curses I'll yelland uncomfortable secrets I'll telluntil I have you under my spell,wouldn't that be swell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134334/ Through Insanity I ThriveThrough Torture I ProgressThrough Suffering, I am Relieved http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134331/ the madness risesthe madness reigns.it takes many guisesthe hanged man, the devil, the radiance.but one thing is clear.it drives.and that is enough for now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134330/ I had a good title for this, but forgot. And not in the right state of mind right now for a better one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134329/ Drink down the poison chalice,and a beautiful garden bloomsAm I dreaming, or dead?I suppose it doesn't matterit is there to be enjoyed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3134118/ Tentacle slap, and hold the throat.Itchiness.A static, nonstatic.Nonconforming speed.Games. And Intentions. And overthinking.And all in dead time. But live mistakes.Ignored.And still, the loves, the needs.Diverge.Too precious to discard.Too painful to hold.Attention vortex.And over-complex market pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133980/ Traffic light shrubs,and Jamaican Dubs,A frolic, and ask.Many overlapping, but not interlockingA father. Of sorts.The need for pipeline. But not forced.And yet it all marches on.All to be lost. And gained.And aged. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133979/ She burns so bright,     she ignites me tearsGlorious imperfection,     and subtly wreathedA tide unknown,     and mustn't knowA beaconBright enough to drown out othersAnd obliviously unawareIt's my brain chemistryIt's not realI wish it wasI really don'tI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133978/ Restricted highBreaths exchangedthe look of a predator, and sheepall gamesbut fun, consentual, ones. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133426/ 3-6 months of nothing, and I'm ready to jump on anythingwhy not you, you ask?You seem wary.I'd rather go for moths to the flame.Dumb enough to touch the bright conflagration despite all warnings,Or hopelessly addicted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133424/ Falling in to bedsyrupy pull,and electric attraction.Waking up,hazy bliss,and memories of sunlit breezy shadeIf it could only always remain this way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133423/ push, and pull back through, slick red--my need for others' don't wantwhat a tradeand yet the sky moves onI shake unseen in a gulleyfor the world is large, and I am unimportant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133357/ An overt gesture,a blunderand chaos ensuesthe need for okover-forcingand pushing on to otherswhen will I find balanceUnderstanding is not in my wheelhouseCan we jerry-rig a mechanical feedback?Or find our crowdStill the wheels grind onand I trudge forth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133165/ Intermittent radio, and bright overcast skyRelaxed breeze on green treesDoubt belayed for a moment.And exactly nothing has changed...I think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133043/ This is meFucked up, multicolour idiot autisticIf you're looking for a clean well put together monogamist, look further http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133042/ when are we gonna get my head surgery done,the cold bites, so i can feel somethingfocus of a gnat,and She's still well, so that's goodmaybe i exorcise the thoughts away,but also a stopgapat least i don't have to worry about what i'm cooking tonight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3133041/ A spike of Blue Hair anxietyWanted, and unwantedTricked, and trickingAm I desperate?And do I need someone to hold me, and tell me it's ok?Ah, but I am a big strong male. No one will do that for you.First of all, it's an insultSecond, it's disgusting, and beneath peopleThird, they don't have energy f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3132979/ Rearing to go to sleepA quaff of uncertaintyand friends who are interests but not.A flip of the environmentA character arc, or the drugs?My heart beats and shakes me.I do not want to be here,and I am so ready for it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3132709/ Simmering screamand haze of lostactivation has been padded cotton tamped by spicy carbsbut the bangs still happen, and needles still sat on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3132708/ An idiot grips barbed wire, and makes him bleedMakes clothes of itWhat a fashionable soulWith any more luck, he might just thread some through his throat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3132147/ winding, and writhingan incision makes a smile to let goto follow in the footsteps of the lostI miss themAnd want age to not weary me too.For I fear life more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3132146/ too needyexhausted, and exhaustingstaring in to the abysscircles in circles, of worry, and ok-nessand lost in the cracks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3132144/ Pinched from the sidea slight, niggling discomfortbut must move, must changewhy? it's only a little.pain blooms up and down all the waystopIt won't leave even so.Well, I told you to stop early http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3132096/ The doors shake, and I listenWith wings of Prop, I seek above empty fieldsBack to the lies. But comforted in the open.Are we the new old? And this is now. The next will have been.I meet, and don't know who will stay, and who will go.I suppose it's the way of the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3131896/ Emptiness stretchesBoth familiar, and notTriple drillIt feels final, but so did the othersAnger, and powerlessnessCheats always winThey are metagamingLife's been at odds with me for as long as I rememberAnd every material has an expected lifespanThen again, my memory might be lyingA selfish, and sel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3131214/ a rope bloomspain turns in to sweet bliss of relieffinally content, and whole.after years of arduousness.no more struggle.no more false hope.the light at the end of the tunnel approaches.no roadblocks.just peace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3131187/ Enforcement that forcesforces for goodbut enforced causes force.and force shakes.Let's see what drops out of the tree?Oops. The peaces cracked http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3130527/ The sky is green,the trees are yellow.Oops, better put my glasses back on.Ahh, that's better.Nothing but orange. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3130526/ Housed, but HomelessEver WanderingLoud and Counter LoudUnable to understand this worldI see the suffering I inflictBy being meAnd I wish it to stopBut I can't be anything elseSo maybe I shall not be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3130520/ some days I wish for the world to burnbut I can't be bothered to do it myselfso I sleepand hope to never return http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3130351/ ShovedStuck in a DitchWheels spinningOut Of Battery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3130027/ Crushed from 3 sidesA Must, a Can't and a won't.Filled with anguish, and tearingLooks at the rusted out hole, and the bulge waiting to popGood Repair?I think not.As everyone scrambles to avoid responsibilityA crisis part 3, but any lesser?And still the grips try to hold onin utterly insane and lost .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3129970/ when law enforcement becomes illegal,what then?a mass of prying eyes unconstrained by privacy, or decencya must-know exploitative regimebut the courts don't allow itdoesn't matterpeople will do what they willand so the response will be unrestrained toosuffering because they can http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3129477/ people are abusive,and have a lust for sufferingThey don't want problems solved,they want to make a theater of itTheft? Hang them! Cut their hands off! Put em in jail!and for what?repeats the very same dayMaybe we like to think of ourselves as higher thinkingBut ultimatelyWe are just screeching apes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3129057/ To follow rulesto not follow rulesAnd Too ManyThe world relaxesone snapsthe whole world tensesand snapsE*ns repeat in the cosmic gameA tragicomedy - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3128703/ If only you were wonderful,and perfect, and exactly always what I needed.Gentle, and rough. Good and bad, Male and Female.If only you were rich, And Good looking, And Well educated. And had a great job. And ten different hobbies. And always, always understood me.Maybe thenI'd only need one personBut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3128702/ Bitterness at hurtdistance cementsI wonder how you're doing,and flinchI look at my burnt hands,tremblingWill tasting be of ash?or starvation bring on madness?I lie, exposed, and brokenAnd think of what could be,pretending I'm ok http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3128161/ If you cannot be criticised, you are already corruptTo share,To exchange,To come to an understandingA mind turns awayIn fearIn certaintyIn necessityAnd it is no longer part of the whole, or can be wholeAn overwhelming tide of unfairness suffocatesAnd turns fair in to unfairThere is equally no e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3128086/ If you've ever shouted "M*n!"You're not a feminist, you're a misandristIf you've never tried to take actions yourself, but always waited for others,That's not equality, that's entitlement.If you've ever put someone down for the way they feel, or treated people roughly, because they look rough, or sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3128085/ When someone commits a crime, they are punished. That's what we are taught.But crimes exist in many forms.Some hidden away. Some public, but "lawful".Purposefully using one's own force against anothercrime and punishment?punishment IS crimea self sustaining system of bullyingIf crime is pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3128083/ Firefliesand filament scars of lightagainst a bruise pink skyimperfections visibleonly unfocused http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3127571/ Need to get worse,so I can get betterDifferent aspects intertwine, and  reboundThe shell looks good - from the front,uh, if you don't look too closelyA learner, though not a modelMaybe I should give that a go next http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SadUncDays3562/3127570/