http://slow.writerscafe.org/Swanne The original writings of author Sorry Infamous en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172290 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Among the demographic factors responsible for the depopulation of Belarus (the shortest route between Moscow and the polish border), radiation is number one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1765984/ Just kicking the can. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1734872/ I've had him,trying to fill your chasm.You walked back in,so electric.Babe, you're so sick.so broad, so big.The air erupts with static.Where have I been?On a rampage...There are fissures in my skinthat you can mend withyour malt liqour lips.I've always been a sadist. Of all the jin joints, babe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1349411/ Dearest,In stained dawn,I ache for you.Without guard,I acheso much so that the arches of my feetfeel as if they are yearning for you.Our life,it wasn't made for the light.but lately,I want more,That ray of sun through the black blindsburned a hole straight through my chest.and secretly I cherish it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1218769/ "(I can't understand) why people have all decided to spoil me. What have I done? Each of us has skeletons in his soul" - Anna Karina http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1214715/ I cannot look at eyes, yours or his, so I look at feet dipped in mud, The arches broken. I look for you, I think of scars, pink and puckered. He touches my fingers and I forget all things I cannot look at my face in reflections of metal but I can feelthe pull of his fleshlike a thic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1203244/ You may say you don't but you know me; of me and my swelling quiet  and they may say over and over in a low rumble not to write of love I know, I know  I close my eyes the sanguine lids like a heart throbbing   In ink it spills brims over like tears withheld and stains the stark .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1198473/ Why?Why wait for it?We are winter wolves in sheepskin.Animals, only.All toothsome and willing.Would you think me weak...If I let you have your way now?I am feral.You are couped up, caged.Her fingers like bars to pin you down.Face it, Face me!We would not be speaking stillif you didn't want to r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1190272/ A long time away from here... a lot rusty. Sorry! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/1184984/ "This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man" -Genesis 2:23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/541098/ Oh, they called you Light Bringer,Hailed you their morning star,How foul those words must taste now,Churn fervently, a sour mess in your throatDamnable light bringer,Venus of unchained beauty, no more,Do you ever reminisce about those days?When you heralded in the morning sun,Or does your tongue twi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/541011/ I don't know whyyou are so very literaloh?excuse me, I exaggerate.you're consistent.I can be so explicit.I didn't sleep alone before you.Look at you,you are flawless.Half the time I feel like fleeingbecause beside you I must look like Vegasbut you haven't even seen my bad side.I am a thief in your d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/535072/ I want to outdue myself;to replace the words I stumble onwith gazes.I wish I was wiseand that you would learnmore from methen how to givea thousand kissesin a thousand places.If only I could go slowyour presence is sturdybut I know nothing of patience or pretencewhen I am with youmy eyes are windows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/531498/ Rusty...rusty rusty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/528551/ Her slinky black dressis sliding upher soft thigh,the cliché is lostbetween clenched teethand eyelids.The heavy sun setin the bloated summer skyis piercingthrough the folds of tired curtains;He winces at the blinding light,biting at his red peeling lips,trying to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/497918/ I am perusing politicsbut he is staring at my cadillac lipsisn't that amusinghe muses,but he's not in the moodhe's flipping a coin between his flippant fingersand hoping it lands on heads...We are downtown after darkand he is dancing on the homeless peoplethat pave the way for his pitiful feetWide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/495701/ My life pours over youand your hands that hang like meat hooksall those small sad timeswhen I tried to say ithover above the bedposts(as if your mattress was ever the place to brave)even in the most intimate momentsI'm intimidatedyou are Goliathand I,I cannot save youeven though I clutch you closest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/492498/ I pry your pride apartI know;you are a proximity mineyou know;that doesn't matterwith the bottles ofcrystal wine still corkedand our buttons intactwe are braveFor the first ten clock ticksyou tend to tread tepiduntil...you grow curved clawsthat tear throughmy timid black gownand my body cavitywhere .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/491537/ In your most arrogant hoursyou spoil like sweet fruitfed to you on a solid plate of silverperhaps it is my faultyou live life as a serpentI bend the truth for you like spoonssometimes twist it in twowhen I try to drown youwith the tears from a crocodile  I see wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/488567/ I dilutemy dayswith dimes a dozenor dimes thrown into detached fountainsmy arid wishes wasted on deaf sculpted stonebut I will,I will feel you again.it is in my nature,even those melancholy parts of your mouththat you would not want touched by meand my hands of mudI am struck,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/481318/ a light hearted attempt at the subject of my new contest.... so please if you enjoyed this, write one and enter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/479603/  In your eyesThey are shooting starsAll that is left is moistureIt glistensIn your seeping eyesReflections danceLike shadows on a wall In your eyesThey are fightingAll that remains is smokeIt cloudsIn your quivering eyesHeroic dreams waste awayLike a thousand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/475832/ you dostand thick,as tremendous as the trunk of a treeand I live on the back of heavy heelsor kneelingI made you sleekand you are on to meor so it seemsas I slip, againon the silk of your wordswith you,there is a wallof cigarettesand condemning eyes of muddied greenas if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/475597/ At last,you came to me,A pillar among pegs.There was nothing left to dobut take you downwith the tenderness of my weightOh how gracefulyou tumbled...Oh how thosetremendous hands,solid and threaded with strengthmoved so sadso soft cupping ears like sea shellsand your arrogant facetight mouthed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/462179/ Time has bleachedand kept warmmy wide prison of bonesthat has barely worn.I remain a broken riband I wonderwhat truly hurts morethe shatter of cartilageor the cradle you keep me in?Did I fall from you like flesh?This smooth fresh skincountering your toiling callouses.I unwr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/459158/ In convenienceI have found my fond placeand in it,that muggy momentI am perfectlike the seamless skin of a doll.I serve my purposewith elegant head bowedto elegant head hiddenor open hand pumping against bruised blue heart,hopefully healing.I have found my placeamong the pale.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/453731/ It always startswith fingers crossed and teeth clenched.It always starts with malfunctioned memories.We are in the business of burning bridges.and this spot that we keep pushing is sore.It is ancient and poignantlike artwork.like you arewhen you are on.I was once a chaliceand y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/451733/ Stunning gracebirthed from bony handsand boring marble--the mars of age only add to unearthly beautyno flesh could ever possess:one of those mysteriestime conceals with contempt.Secrets clasped in hidden armsthat perhaps by now have crumbled away; did fine fingers offeran a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/450562/ He is white hotI am welcoming wide hipswith the window cracked open and the ceiling fan twistinghe is tempestuous shacklesI fall like a morning starinto the consuming crimson lightwhere every touch is lyricallike the pounding of a precious ivory keydrumming against me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/449769/  The way you smell waneslike the post-love pulseand heat falls short of reaching melike the tips of your unfettered fingers.My own hands; vigorous,flicking ears and pinching pallid skin just to feelsomething.So I went away...        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/447338/ Green Thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/445685/ To the onewith the large hands who built a homeof sinews and strength out of my heart.I apologize, we arenot star crossed after all,I was caught standingin the crossfire.crushing sparks with closed fists.Known always as your clever half;too clever by half.I've caused too much cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/443325/  I left my safe place behindMy living arms lay limpRunning has always been my remedyLook on your heartI left you lipstickLike I did on your floorWhen my face hit the boardsUnderstand until it's overIt can't be much moreForever my firstThat I cut down for controlIt's the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/443056/ A place where the whisper never has to passmy slightly parted lips,never parched...A place where the lead guilt stopsbouncing between my bitter rib bones,never bruised.And you would be there,of course.dressed deadly,all in black from neck to foot...on entirely different terms the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/434256/ The right side of my heartreserved for youit will always be that wayregretfully unfaithfulto everyone but youyou live in my lies,my love,you linger therewaiting, for what?some written words?You're wonderful...I guess I said itDid I say it to late?it's long after,the after.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/433952/ The little lies lingerLike a guilty heartbeatmy breathing gets thickermy kisses filled with sinburn your white skindo they turn...turn you overwhatevermakes you feel betterhis shirt never came offstuffed in my mouthhis fat fingerswere the hit I was looking foryou only see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/428678/ Assuming,my eyes say all thatmy silence seems toI see you in this wayand I cannot touch youbut I remember your bodybent just beautifullyon the brinksoft, silkenoh so guiltyall your stright lineswere curvesand all your lies were lovelynow even your most supple wordscarve d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/427723/ I’ll wait for it, pray for it on my boney hands and knees,Like a hungry beggar gasping for copper on the crowded street,Eternal gratefulness will I give for the tasty bite of my first meal,Luckily my legs have not got tired of my weight,I’ll wait for it, while it crumbles besid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/421054/ I know I am not your baby,but I am the water that cleanses your stains.I am your longest drag,the cherry red.I am the girl who knew you when you were nothingand loved you for your chuckle.Just tree trunk armsand fertile baritone.You never needed to be something.I watched you chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/419979/ The rhythmic rising and fallingKnow you are aliveSomewhere in thereAnd know it can not be the truthHearts do not just stop livingEven if stars die in the skySnuff out like matchesBut never like loveLove is the reflectionOf the sun on the moonThe flutter of dark lashesKnow tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/416945/ On rainy days,you always get that way.Like the grey cloudsso heavy,thin lips pressed so tightly,that the pink, it dissolves to white.I saw that look in you tonight.I saw in your brown eyesThat guarantee,The two seconds it tookYou to feel aliveThat you’ll be dead by th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/416943/ Seeing you,pale and frantic,in the morning glow.The way you lookin such moments...deflates my lungs.Your arm rests,heavy, lazylike a Python across my bodyand I think each timeis like the first time.Only this time, we are making ghosts.I feel you in my legslike steel in my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/415474/ Furthermy fingersthat hover over the dip above your lipthat strangely seems beautifuljust nowgive to methis momentto outlive them alleven perhapsmore wonderfulthen the day youclaimed my spine exquisitethen we passed out togetheron the stairs.Spreadlike grape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/414499/ Touch me,With more then just your precious sightSuch expose wouldmelt the calmthat has incased us.Kiss me,With more then just the dry air,Moist lips would shatterthis imprisoning stillness.Take me,With more then just an unclean thoughtBurst the milky tranquility thatHolds us .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/414475/ Your fingers of fire,Your infinte wisdom,You're cut jaded,from a different cloth.I could almost go there,thoughtlessly,crash into you.and love you, broken-broke down  and writhingyour lips that brush and bruise,your kiss that burns away,behold the sweet scars on your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/413743/ Maverick,again and again,it's so strong--saltythis texture--taste of regretTonight,we come aliveagainI call youMaverick,they name usLiarsLet's start overturn me overand overagain Maverick,on and onis that your heart beating--burstingThis pounding--p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/413678/ Hey,Let's run away tonightOur feet bare and blisterI'll wear that hippie dressTo flip upAnd get us a rideHey,I see your doll eyes peekingI kiss your thumbIt tastes like guitar stringsEven miles away from musicHey,You want to be a part of meIn starlight, you look beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/413172/ To live by             grand flagsFake teeth             that spit                 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/413165/ You live your lifein smooth smooth circles.You are ever the thick wickas I burn in fevers,forehead beaded,with drops the flavorof your ambitious mouth.Your fists are baited hooks with nimble fingers, that I have nibbled.They tear men down.They tore a hole in my lipand the crims.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/412112/ Here it is.my crumbling confession,Your voice it rings like ironin my hammering heart.It is that no onethinks of youquite the way I do.Though even the dayshave fallen to dust,undefined.the names of the months have been lost to the years.but my plight,it remains much the sam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Swanne/407873/