http://slow.writerscafe.org/Liamesq The original writings of author Liamesq en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776100440 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I see the marks upon my wristAnd wonder why they do existYour anger that you tried to hideRips into the skinBlood runs down the jagged edgesCovered by some deviant pledgesThat I caught it in some thornsMy arm, it tries to tell you The blades which pierce are cold and rustyInfe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1109855/ You know when you see me sleeping I nibble on the pillow And you think it looks all...cute What would you think If I said to you That my dreams consisted Of me mauling your fleshy neck My canines sink into your side And tear skin away Till you see your bone Then carry on and swallow The pieces I sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1102658/ I breathe and rub my eyes which dripThe sweat congeals; hands start to slipSo I wipe them on my uniformAnd I lay in wait from dusk till dawn.My fingers sting but I keep them steadyFor us snipers always must be ready As we point our rifles at our prey Early morning to the end of the day.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1091745/ The Hun he comes in dribs and drabs But with him comes a gunWith a bullet down a twisted pipeAnd a cheerful German humBut what he don’t know that jolly ole ‘unWith his pointed ‘at and his cheerful humIs that I’m aiming at that gay old chap With my bullets loaded pap pap pap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1091743/ “To whomsoever reads this, I am desperately sorry. For you, I’m afraid to say, it is now too late. Allow me to introduce myself: my name is MacAirlie, first name of Tadhg, and I tell you now; you shall not make it out of this place, for she is watching you.”  3rd November .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1091741/ Candy floss is a soft sugar-ball of pink delight,An explosion of sickening sweet sugar fizzing in my mouth.The waltzer is a dizzying whirlpool of rotating metal,A gut-wrenching, stomach-churning ride of nauseating pleasure.The Ferris wheel, a giant’s eye, surveying the grounds,In a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1091740/ The Christmas felt different; it was colder and mistier than usual. The couple; Bill and Sarah, stayed at home just waiting for the gloomy day to reach its end. They were never said to be a boring pair of people but it seemed as if an evil presence enshrouded the manor. The atmosphere was depressi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1091737/ The intolerable screeching Like knife on steel pan The painful soul-bleaching All part of her plan To send me insane  With her evil little wails Over my life she does reign I'm told to hoist up the sails The screaming of the wind, we Set off in search  Of that thought-filled black sea Happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1089995/ Forgiveness is a word to some Ignored before formation The premature seed trodden on by feelings which Make even the strongest minds brittle The cretin they perceive is nought but a leper Holding out his hands in search of something Which will take him home to his childhood Before things all went so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1076935/ In a vision I see myself in white robes Doing an autopsy on my soul Surrounded by instruments, knives, probes As I lift my ghostly organs into their bowl I tear away at the shell which coated it Worn by years of hurt And the only difference as I cut bit by bit Is that there's no blood-spurt It'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1072536/ This really is the poem, not just the introduction Still you don't believe me, do you ? I mean...what of it isn't a piece of poetic mastery ? Fine. It'll be done in your standard rhythm  Ha ! You wish ! What do you want ? Something like: Roses are red Violets are blue Your family's dead Now I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1065714/ And as the final droplets fell upon my face I began to drift off into the eternal sleepAll around that familiar sound of rain hitting city pavements, filling the drains that I see from this level with a peculiar focusLaying on my side, one ear was drowned in the puddle I had collapsed into and e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1065437/ Well they say burn those ashes Because it's all just a cover upWell we don't need another cog in our machineScrewing up our futures without any common sense of mercySmelting down the pieces of our future ambitionsAnd paving way for governmental vanity Complete with a side of cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1065434/ This is the endI am decided I'm going to kill myselfThese feelings IKeep building upWill no longer rule my...lifeStrike myself downOr otherwiseStop my heart beating its rhythmBecause what's the pointOf leading yourselfAlong with constant lyingOf coming positivityAround.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1060646/ I'm a broken down loserI am empty insideBut I once was a bruiser Now there's nowhere to hideHad to keep in the ringWhere the money was atFighting for one little thingGoing from spat to spatThrowing punches all day longDidn't care for my soulNever thought it was wrongJust w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059834/ Reap me, GrimKill me, I'll give no resistanceSpare me from existence Turn out the light already dimEnd me and fulfil yourWant for bloodBury me in this hellish mudAfter a long period of uncensored goreCave me inAnd drink my soulRip it out, leave a gaping holeSpill my guts, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059581/ I write this in the darkImperfection is an artIt may not make any kind of sense Yet I carve these words in a blackness, denseWherever these words are placedAlthough this piece is racedI know that there's a timeTo think towards its every rhymeRedrafting is my sinErrors end up i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059576/ Illness and death,The failing of breath, Toil, labour and strife,Make me appreciate life. Look not for gloomIn you dark, cold roomAnd don't shrug at your fateFor existence is a new, blank slate. Because all of youth's distractions,All our misdeeds and our inactions,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059574/ Before, I used to beat youTold others to do the sameAt the sight of me your skin would go a deathly milky hueAnd then I'd start to throw my punches, but it's your spirit I'd go to maim I don't think it is wrestling when you wouldn't fight me backJust lay there screaming, crying, squea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059572/ I write to express The emotions my mouth aims to suppressBecause its the only way throughIssues to which I'm hardly newI've had them all beforeBeen on a boat with no oarBut doodling poems is the pathI can walk safely on when in the darkI've had some bug obstacles in my meagre se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059571/ I feel like making truces withThe demons who rule my soulBecause right now it is the only thighThat will let me rest and drift awayTears run down my scratched red cheeksAnd my eyes whimper with a soft tremorAs I think of how life would have been If certain things were differentI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059570/ Why do I write in gloomy prose?Because its easier I suppose When there's so much easy inspirationOne needs little imagination But I should stop and look up a bit moreAnd reach the end of this doomed folklore For its high time I smiled and cheered up full stopBecause I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059569/ It's times like these I could cut myself againOr even contemplate reaching my endBefore the world's clock even came to its last strokeI'm really becoming such an unhappy little blokeI see around the things I could useTo harm my fragile body, and give it abuseTo slice into this pale skin .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059568/ When I close my eyes I see a doorWhich could lead to castles, new lands and much moreWhy then am I scared of going through it When my life right now is so utterly s**t ?Hinges made of nothing but the purest goldHardly comes across as an antique of old Hailing me forth with a lu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059567/ Tease meMake all the names you can think aboutCall meSay them at me with a sinister pout Tap meMake first contact, make me awareJab meWith your limb you say beware Poke mePush your finger into my armFlick meThere's more to it than causing physical harmMock meSay s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059544/ These lines are mere spindles I weave from the fabric of my feelings for you, my dearAs one, even with the very best loom could never replicate the love, the untarnished and never-fading emotion which tries to spring forth from me to youHeld back only by this mortal barrier and contained within .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059539/ You've known pain more than others Have seen the worst of mostAnd often you may find yourself standing in the middle of a bridgeNot wanting to go to either bankYou know the true natures of bothTheir bleak realities you've read far too many times beforeA limbo, for sure, but never on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059439/ And in her eyes black ash became dunes of golden sandWhich swept across the contours of her wonderful story-landTornadoes were but gentle winds which caressed her soft, silky faceAnd only now, at then end, will she find her resting placeIn death she sees comfort, not fear or sense of gloom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059401/ Blood money is dripping down your lipsAnd I can't find excuses for all your little slipsI break down to the music of false charityAlways searching for a way out or a little clarityAnd I, I just wanna f*****gCry, all I wanna do isDie, all the details in yourLie, all I can do now isT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059302/ Dexterity in sabotage My cold revenge is at a largeI'm breaking out insanityThe bleakness of profanityKilling in the ways I knowMy future isn't mine to sewI've kept out of trouble yetMy fate lay on an empty betDestiny, never my friendAnd I could never mould my endShaking up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059298/ I'm in a stranglehold Stood on the boundaryLife so cold Seems like you found meBreak right downFuture going nowhereNo time to frownNobody to careHead in fingersNow you just don't knowWhere to go, hopelessness lingersBut you don't showAnyone you areLosing it, it's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1059296/ Breathe in sharply when you think of meRemember my drowning eyes through the sinking car doorYour useless arms flailing Trying to save me, sometimes I question whether or not you were trying hard enoughMy hands reaching out for nobody to catchAs more water fills this tight boxAcclim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1050601/ Quench my thirst for blood and perish Your pain is the only thing I truly cherish My anger flooded, subdued by deathBut I will live long to see your last breathSee you writhe in pain beneath my fistsThen I plan to cut you, slit your wristsMake it look like an accident, too&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1049611/ I soar above you little peopleWho can't express feelings as I I float on byAnd watch you cryWith your soul, you're way out of touchMy pattern is flawed and I concedeThat ideas, they sometimes need workBut I carry onMy emotional conAnd I never say no, for it's suchA shame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1049198/ I looked upon that horrid sight Guided only by a dim torchlight Fatigued, after my long, hard plightTo reach this place, sacrificing my mightIt took many a night and many a dayWith my body suffering, skin felt like clayBut now I have seen it, in bed I shall lay'You're a madman' I use.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1048112/ Has anybody wondered if the devil and god were marriedIf Jesus was the baby boy one of them had carried ?And the tensions that arise, merely old and bitter grudges And our priests are not the messengers, but instead the reckoning judges ?Would it not make sense that them two were locked in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1048001/ I ruined your life, never to apologiseDeep impressions on a broken spiritDidn't care for your mental stateThrew punches at youCrippling abuse, testing your limits on a daily basisCouldn't see the pain in your eyesA child begging for mercy balled up insideIs met only by the next throttle and kickBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1045259/ My body is a blank canvas and my blood I use as inkI cut and carve and slice and tearAnd infection begins to give off its stink.I sew barbed wire into each wrist's veinIt coils inside and rips out of the fleshBut my nerves don't want me to feel this pain.So I carry on disfiguring, break bones and fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1044283/ As I sit here in this crater hoping these wounds will heal,I think about my life and death and if this is real. I trudge towards the light but find I'm lagging behind,All those young guys shot straight through the head but no...I survived. I'm crouched down in a shell hole just waiting to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1044180/ It takes a lot to confess a sin. To admit mistakes made on ice so thin. Accept our errors and repair our morals,And avoid the easy road of lies laid by laurels. But then there are those who do no such thing,And would trade others' lives for gold necklace and ring. Sacrifice souls not t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1044158/ When the Devil looks upon our fields with tearful eyes,We know there's something wrong. Disinterest, the key to peaceful relations, And nothing else to echo but the blissful birdsong. We cleave our way through generational collapse. Young troops, sent to die and thrown in a heap,And al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1044154/ Now...the sweeping winds call out nothing but a vagabond’s name.It hisses in light of mankind’s abusive nature, and comes out of hiding only to remind us of our misdeeds.What we did was wrong. What does it say of a species which moulds its ways around the nearest disaster?Silve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1037304/ Great Pan is Dead! If you listen, can you hear it ? The flute which plays.  Its tune must dwindle at the end of our days.  The sweet, natural melody which flows along the breeze, As the mighty god Pan takes in his final wheeze.  The trees they burn with mournful cause, But the hexes a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Liamesq/1035616/