http://slow.writerscafe.org/saleger The original writings of author StephenAndrew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004982 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He was the most beautiful thingBut looking out through your mouthThe compositionThe way his hair dressed the pillowThe way his arm draped of the mattressOverflowing onto the cold dirty ground belowWas the most grotesque image ever paintedOnto the back of my retinasUpside downI sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/400976/ meh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/369833/ version 2.0 WIP, intro to a song. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/359176/ Dear Glen,I am holding back hot tears right now. Dear Glen,Today I read a Myspace bulletin.It was one of those stupid quizzes again.I didn’t really read it, I was just window shopping.The first mannequin to catch my eye asked…Me…“H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/356157/ My love for you is forever, it will never end. and if it does I swear to god I'll never live again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/341885/   . When he first heard you deny him his mother’s loveHe ran behind a bush and hid in the shadow of a rotten wooden fence.You were all he had.You threatened his existence and all he knew.You threatened all that was.All that could be, when you called him the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/297465/ My head moves with the rise and fall of your breastUp and downSynchronized to your rhythmic breathsThe world has halted upon its axesLaying in the cool, end of spring, green grassHolding you tightWe are at peaceAnd all is all rightThe world is fineTonightWe are draped in a blanke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/297464/  And I’m so sick of your overpowering sorrowDon’t you knowI can see straight through to the other sideOn to the second side of your faceAnd I’m not trying to lieI might weep so many cold tears of my ownIf only I were in your place But I’m notAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/294474/  Who caused this prolific distrust?Who crossed the line at first?Did this problem arise with hast?Or was it a subtle setting curse?International corporations,Controlling all the worlds’ governments.Leading us into mergerment.And locking us away for political dissent.Corp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/242597/ My lurid confessions slip out past my tongue Audible ghost of what I have doneI thought I was less foolish more full of logic and reasonPerhaps this is the turning leaf the changing of seasonsI never before made it well up past my skinThat’s least of what you expect of menSo I appl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/242556/  So your actions speak louder than words.But no matter how much good that you do your stumble shall betray you.So when you spit, spit real high into the air.Because all your hallow adages,Add up to equal nothing.And that’s god damn depressing.You used to make me feel like su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/242549/ As onlookers, the survivorsStare upon that grotesque and retched sceneViewing all the cold, blue childrenAnd the trees from which they swing. The pain was too muchPerhaps the love not enoughFor one reason or another, those poor kids gave up. Perhaps there childhood innoce.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/242325/ clickel clackal.The sound of stars being born and dyingThe sound of the universe survivingThe sound of a ball in a compressed canBeing shaken by a man Shaken to the coreLike words of peace in a time of warThe sound of breathing life into the abstractAnd art being formedThe cap is d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/240607/ Her daddy left herNever saw her glowing faceHeard his woman was pregnantPacked his s**t and left that place. There was no love in that relationship,Some would think she was better offBut that glowing baby is older nowAnd is killing herself with the venom she coughs Die .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/240603/ incomplete http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/240599/ [center]The noise on the battle field ended just as the fog lifts from the ground every morning,hand in hand with the sun.In the silence we stood,looking upon contorted bodies left by the noise of blind hatred,they lay surplus; dead, like the dew that graced the grass,left as a solemn sign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/212440/ This piece is on the chopping block right now, as I am debating on which pieces to use in my demo album. Please read and critique. Thank you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/212432/ I stood.Still, quiet...alone.It was a clear evening.It was far too clear.For the screaming of mothers and their children and drunken hollers of those who tried to cope resounded just as clearly as the old air-raid sirens and soap-box preachers.It was far too clear.The clarity revealed gu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/212419/ He sits, self-righteous there, upon his tall chair.His high horse with sulfur scent and charred hair.He sits, self-righteous there, upon his tall chair.With a pompous stare, smeared across his aged face.Wrinkles chiseled into place.Forceful wind caresses his grey beard, moving the hair p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/saleger/138874/