http://slow.writerscafe.org/tissy34 The original writings of author Sa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776212555 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 At dawn Jesus walks with blistered feetbeneath a rolling sweeping skyJesus savior son of manJesus son of the Christian GodJesus Mary's b*****d childJesus blasphemous deityHe walks with blistered feetacross a dusty Muslim landwhere skeletal trees absorb in silencethe screams of rape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/303066/  Someone or something dropped my heart the way a careless person would drop an expensive, exotic vase. And just the way a vase would, when it hit the hard ground it shattered into so many different sharp pieces, that it was impossible to put it back together again.    &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/293971/  Never will youlove me, love meNever will I make you mineNever will youknow me, know mePseudo-feeling, so sublimeNever can youtake me, take meto the highest mountaintopNever will youwant me, want megiving everything you’ve gotCan’t pretend I’llgive .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/293551/  In the strange abyssShadows blareBody criesSpirit wandersFaces pass through visionConcrete walls beneath fingertipsWispy demons ascendThrough ragged cracksWith tangled weedsAnd screaming flowersAbove my headFalling skyBurning rainStepping higherMelting downChill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/293267/ My skin was caked with weeks of dirt, my hair greasy. I smelled of old food, cigarettes and sweat. I sat on the porch of a boutique store and watched them walk by. I was hungry. I felt it in the very pit of my stomach. My eyes stung to keep them open. I was so tired. Fifty years old, a full-grown ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/293213/ I know you Rasta man sauntering into the roomwith your slender build,your cool confidenceyour ginger wild dreadlocks.Your eyes remind me ofcopper pennies or could it begolden rings.I know you Rasta man,I know this quiet demeanor and poweryou exude as you move by me,intrigu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/293149/ An eerie and mysterious parallel existence, or is there a more practical explanation? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/293148/   She doesn't know love son,she doesn't know love She knows hate, a tornado of gasping whispers that whip and lash within her soul. A thunderous, tremblingforce that glows from within and gives her the power and confidence to thrive. She knows joy, which bli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/292631/  Soulful cries break throughthe small radio, sitting uprighton the window pane, where outsidethe sun blazes and meltsand Isleep through the staticbury my tearful face, inwhite cotton sheets, and yoursweet sickening sweat, and your restless heatCan youfeel my anger, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/292626/  The teenager didn't understand that it was only her mind, that she could have controlled it. That it didn't have to mean staring at her doorway until sunrise, people standing and staring...standing around her bed, standing by the window, staring with stone-cold hateful eyes. She didn't under.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tissy34/292625/