http://slow.writerscafe.org/NoWhereMan The original writings of author Working Class Scarecrow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022648 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Turn off all the lightsand hide in your housewe’ll be waiting on the outsideTo the highest heightbut the dam won’t holdnot against a rising tideI’ve got powerful friends.powerful minds powerful decisionspowerful pride powerful divisionWe close the doorschoose th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/1237677/ you go get                you get by                                &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/1237652/ Oh God, I feel like starting every line with “Oh God,”Oh god, I start lining every feeling with “oh god”Oh God �" wait…1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8,Or0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8 ?Chaos?There are patterns here        &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/1237598/ 1.It’s because I’ve been so rationalI have troublestepping outof myselfat times.most times.which is not to saythat I don’t want toI just forget that I’m notya know?2.You were supposed to remind meof the lessons we werere-remembering on that rooftop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/1237529/ …and if you don’t know where to startjust start here and go from therethere’s nothing wrongthere is somethingand i keep forgetting to rehydrate my cellswith what makes up most of mesunlight through yellow curtainsweet smokeclean slatesoft music….. remember.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/1237506/ cognitive dissonance about my significance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/1016665/ On the way back to your placewe caught the last trainspring was in the air The stars were shiningthe streets lights blindingbut i had come prepared and I pulled youby your hand intothe center of the street one of us on each side ofthe double yellow lineyou didn't mindat leas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/729094/ On the way backto your placewe caught the last trainspring was in the airThe stars were shiningthe streets lights blindingbut i had come preparedand I pulled you by your hand intothe center of the streetone of us on each side ofthe double yellow lineyou didn't mindat least you didn't say anythingand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/726690/ the revolution will not be televised. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/702662/ how am i supposed to think with all these pop songs and bullets in the air?      so much in here.                            &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/617779/ the sound of breath                                               &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/597676/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/596211/ she's still holding my hand, but has she severed my arms?a canteen full of sand? just another snake that she's charmed?and we still sleep bare skinned lying in her beddoes it mean anything,or is that just my own head?and she says she doesn't want me to go awaybut I'm splitting at the seams a little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/596206/ "for a minute there, i lost myself" so sayeth Thom Yorke and so sayeth myself             would you believe,        if I asked you to?              .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/596204/ the guy on the other end of the world wide web wants me to select an object at random and describe it poetically ...unfortunately, it's much too dark in this room aside from the glow of the screen to  much of anything.aside from my own hands...which scuttle across the keys like some a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/594463/ song i wrote a few weeks back... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/593799/ illusions....illusionstruth or liesrelativity duality in disguisethere are better waysthere ARE better waysand democracy means only 50.01 % in this placebetter hope you aren't one of the 49.99 % ... or you're input is out.majority rules... which means that the rest will have to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/428097/ silence is a sentancesolittude, a blessing and a curseall of these double edged swordsslashing situations, but they must be worthsomething and i should let them speakbut things get lost in translationobscene amounts of opportunitybut i can't stand the aniticipation pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/338160/ better get to sleepsun'll be up soonmy friend takes some drunk girlinto his roomi just seem to floatwith no real directioncause that's exactly what I doafter i sever my connectionsand i can hear the black icebuilding up on top of the streetsit's barely fall but i already miss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/337710/                 i go watch these singers                            and find myself awe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/337708/ it's a song. big deal, wanna fight about it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/337706/ resentment and love seem to go hand in hand... the aftermath of a marriage that never went through legally. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/299253/ Confused, aren't we?seconds last twice as long during the work weekand half as long on my days off.all these people I've known                          &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/285957/ one of my favorites from a couple years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/284422/ clear your throat              so you can think straight,                             .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/284418/ back in the day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/284416/ some more old school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/284410/ i'm going through and reposting some oldies that got deleted when writerscafe had that little mishap. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/284171/ the snare drum rolls from themiddle school marchin' bandI stare out my window at thisdisenchanted promised land and I can't help but askmyself those old questionsbeen reachin since the dawn of timebut are we still stretchin'?      or has the comfort of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/263119/ I don't have any famous protagonists to quote.I don't have any holy hallelujah hymns to sing.I don't have any trophies from any beasts I've slain.All I seem to have at the moment are symbolismsof  emotions that i can't even begin to fully fathom.and I hope those symbols haunt you to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/253314/ i'm starting to feel like i used to feel, back when i didn't.everything that happens is like a giant, flashing, neon sign saying i'm going the wrong way.... they tell me"don't bother with this, or them, they're just trying to slow you down. trying to distract you. forget about this an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/241690/ here's another onefor the archiveof anonymity.i saw my reflectionin the glossof a guitar.i hopeit was worth it,your one night of fun.i'm so glad the locals knowhow to put on a show.fleeting words from a fleeting soul.i feel the truth of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/241687/ Last night.....I felt very much so in touch with that poetic soul I seek to contact within myself,my words were aching to burst forth and fill the heartsof those I choose as my tribe...but there wasn't anyone around...I couldn't record them...I could only dwell upon the lack,whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/226170/ Let's close our eyestonight...and drift into thedarkness....Let's dream this nighttogether...and embrace with welcomearms......Is it notwhat you want?don't you feelthat this is realAnd the war's not overand the love has not begunand the fight's all overnothing los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/226163/ what ever happened to that sleep dep. high?manifesting meandering mental mush into marvelous miraculous metaphor mountains made much more meaningful among morning mind mist.I think I'm hallucinating.                &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/225292/ At Christmas time when you gave methis notebook and this pen,did you ever stop to think thingswould be like they are again?and when you look into my eyesand say it's where you want to stay,do you believe the words you say,or is it just a game that you like to play?Every time the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/223699/ I came backhere I am at 5 in thehere I A.M.thought you'dbe here toobut you did say"probably"the good news ismy nose is stillthe same sizethough it doesme no goodwhen I haveall this roomto swing itempty bottlesfrom gone by partiesthis Christmas scarft.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/209701/ I'm calling outsomebody save my soulcome on destroy my doubtfill in the empty holesholes in your logiconly convince foolsprove the nonbelievers wrongyour god'll give you the toolsif you're so right then why avoid the questions?I can't see the light,come on  and teach m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/209694/ through fogged glass i view the new blue dayand the battles that have been endured seem like old newsbrought to the doorstep of a cyclops in sheep's clothingI want to feed the bearsI will not keep off the grass.spilled a liquid mirror it stained the rugI've got bug bites on my legs and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/201944/ oooooooh, double meanings.... ha ha http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/200530/ We all have questions... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/200490/ "I'm as old as eternity and as young as God"That's how you answer that question.I've been gathering advice from barflies as of late... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/200455/ How I describe the feeling of writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoWhereMan/154562/