http://slow.writerscafe.org/wolfhaley The original writings of author Mr. Lou en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776085543 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember the times when I was simple and playful. When I looked at the news I wondered what color was the anchorman's tie. When I saw my parents react to 9/11, and they cried, I would answer, "Its just a movie.". I remember the times when I would play with my toys and eat my food like a hog as my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1018995/ A stinging pain in my headA physical symptom of exhaustionTired of the Earth's structuresand motionsThe marching 'individuals' lookto mepointing a crazed finger like I'm the crazy oneWish I had some liquorThat and Lighter fluidWatch the world turn redand I get hammeredRed-nosed till the universecoll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1018152/ "I Love your eyes my dear,their splendid sparkling fire,when suddenly you raise them so,to cast a swift embracing glance,like lightning flashing in the sky,"These were my first thoughts,when you came to my eyes,and spiraled me to heavens inner.Hands of golden stroked my cold soul,and gave a warm bre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1016980/ The grave sits at the edge of the world,among other nameless stones,waiting for the next exhausted soulto come sit in its soil bed it has made.Dreams burn bright within my ambitiousheart,staying the fate of the nameless grave.How long can I hold on?I am diseased with a tiredness of muchweight,my bod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1016894/ The heavy remedy lays silent,still in my nervous hand,doubt does not sit on my mind,but Gods judgment stays thetrigger.My home is quiet.The soundtrack of my daily hours,the record is stuck on a skip,is there even more to be played?A wind knocks at my window,may it be you joy?Swallow you whole and yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1015898/ A journey on a fresh road is always exciting,leaving home to embrace the world hidden,looking with sharp eyes the jewels to be found,and hope to find what you foretell.I am a fool.My home is something i never understood,nor was anything i could feel warm in,to hide in when black clouds came.I left w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1015527/ The bell rings and the inception of this hell begins. The clock is an a*****e who constantly stares at me saying, “ cant go faster.” The social group yawns like zombies marching into class,pretending like they did fun s**t on a f*****g sunday. Late partying and over nighter smoke session.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1015168/ Violins play in the background.Do they play for love's birthor an impending doom?A soundtrack to a unmerciful death?She looks to what I cannot see,absolving material things and ungrateful citizens ,with such divine gaze.Look to me i beg of you.I need to lose my ground,restrained in your sight.God aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1015162/ There is a stench around me,the leaves respond to it with a yelp,and glowing emotions become scarce.The eclipse is eternal in its place, the sun buried in the horizon,rotting with other dying stars,A cemetery for our joys.A remedy is found behind voice,beats,and string's screams.Woven in the flow of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1015157/ How many prayers become lost in the city's screams? To wither in the gray smoke of the sewers,and never reach another ear, or be ignored. The night is cold and frost coats all metal. The snow falls like grace,and gives this place a false sense of a wonderland. Push the snow away and you will see the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1014946/ Everywhere I look there are no eyes upon me,look to my flesh but they do not see me,and I can only endure my invisible pains,or to the black guide I will flee.My heart aches in the over looks,my brain squeezes the inside of myskullfeeling hot and twitchy,ready to pounce on a wrong word,with no atten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1014591/ LOVE a multiple word burning my tongue, the w****s calling, come meet me at the lounge, lets cut our s**t called dignity, and drink our integrity, down to the last drop, regurgitating our sins up. clinking glass to dead mothers, with lost boys and girls playing with one another. f**k, now there all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfhaley/1014579/