http://slow.writerscafe.org/inkyoubiss The original writings of author Anthony Garcia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004920 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One of my favorite and raw childhood memories http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/2869988/ Weird feeling, innit? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/2869987/ Wrote this with my girlfriend in mind. Trying to get back into writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/2869986/ Written for one of my actors i am directing in Mr Marmalade http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/734451/ For one of my actors i am directing in Mr Marmalade http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/734449/ a TYA play about Cupid losing his faith in love. Written for the theatre company i am a part of, Wolfpack Childrens Theatre Co. public domain now that i am posting it online. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/665212/ After all of these months and years It finally occurred to meIt isn’t a game, or an emotionNor a state of mindNot a thing of beautyOr a knife in the backNot a gun in your pocket Gum on your shoeIt isn’t a race, or a blanketOr hot tea with honeyNot a fast track to fame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/569062/ A stale scent of medical suppliespermeates the emotionally dampened room sullen faces, in a crowd of sorrow, regretthese faces, stricken with shock and sadnessnow willing to make any sacrifice necessaryany prayer or barter to secure survivalthis room transforms them into God fearing,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/569061/ I don’t sleepthoughts weigh more on methan the haunting in dreamslostcaught in hazeflameless heat, a silent blazetongue in my earthoughts, like emotion, meanderingthrough thickets, thicketsthoughts like binding agentsfilament, filament, constrictnot a foot laid in confidencefoundin a prisonins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/569059/ The sun burns the backfurious; rebelling against father, Godb*****d son, shunned cast out of heavenand blocked by both clouds and nightso he burns those below hima spurning trickledown effectas I look up at daddy I am sweating, and blotching red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568827/ I went down to the streamwhere my father went to dreamabout love for my motherand the lust of another the stream divides in twoand the choice is up to youmy father took the noble pathspurned the stream and spurned God's wrath I stand by the foot of the stream and stretc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568826/ she'd hang up portraits of her saviors Morrissey, Brandon Boyd, and Jesus Christsliced up her wrists shallow cause she's too interesting to be heardcomposed half requiems of both glee and regretshe cuts her hair too shortcause she'd be horrified if you called her beautifulI've spent coun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568825/ The day begins with songbird symphonyand sun on the open streetsdon’t walk awayplease runhis arms are tattoo toxiche carved you up real thinand served you like sushi tooyour organs sucking airand drying outthey'll crack before you healhe's spinning you a webit’s the thickest of filam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568824/ We walk tallabuse and pollute and waste and hate we stand strongunited and mightyGod loving and fearsome  we think omniscientbut oh how little we knoweating and sleeping where we s**t we study wordsmost of us so skeptical truth is, the aliens don't believe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568823/ I measure youthe best way that I canone half-thumb at a timemeasure the space between your nose and mouthspace between ear to earit is so cold tonightas I hopingly attempt to measure the spacebetween your heartand mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568821/ if you like this title it for me =] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568820/ Point me in the directionAnd show me the lightincased inside of the Night I will followThe man who paints only withBlue, that broken heartedRough and tender painter, hiddenUnderneath large blotchy Sheets of blue paintHis heart, aired, also blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568818/ Doctored photosof unhappy peoplephotoshop smilesand hue brightened to lessen the stinkof what really is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568817/ the biggest burden I would haveis to write of you in the classical forma perfectly punctuated sonnet wrapped up succinctly with a calming beautiful couplet mapped out the writing should beexaggerated, not for the sake of arrogance but for wafty mastery of grand emotionI regret, I do no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568816/ Oh the bubblesThey playfully bounce and snapAs the two of us giggle with alcohol smilesNo intentions in the airJust childlike enjoyment on Friday nightThe beer proved to be strongdon’t get me wrong, I couldn’t have dreamed for anything betterA scoot closer, an arm outstretc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568815/ Let it belet feelings get swallowed up by apathywhat I think is, is most likelymore interpreted, over analyzed,fictitious rather than factual, feltmore false memory, wishful thinkingthan what I want it to beim too old now to be naïvetoo childish to be anything but jadedso ill .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568814/ my glances over time build up in the bankand overflow from the topcall me a lookie loobut it's hard to part my eyesaway from youyour eyes smile backand I do my best impression of fondueyour walk is so clichéslowed down, perfumed, and rhythmic you, a beautiful metronome&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568812/ Im creeping, im waitingFor you to forgetHiding in canvas, tryingTo let myself inconspicuously sit Im smiling, so happy Inside this blue folder You’ve been idly nappingWhile I grew three days older You should have rememberedBut you’re young and you’re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568811/ The mirrors blinking back at meThis matted mess of hopeful reprieve Must have died before this momentThere's no self loathing staring back at me A smile, even from the corners of my teethI see no more scars, nothing to discard This must be madness through my opalsOr finding beau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568810/ I met you as a smiling poet with a dreamyou were a freshly born twenty one year oldcollection of starbright and sweetnessso wide eyed, with big brownunderappreciated opalsyou caught me by surpriseyou're dancing in my head, little butterflyyour scent and aura like either I am dizzy, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568809/ feeling caught up in the grind that is stressful gravity and its limitations. This is totally alleviated while breathing in our mental space ships.You can find yourself alone, weightless,in a room of silent warm bodies.suddenly the cosmos and their secret gulfs and streams are at your fing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568358/ we sit on the corner of Motion St.unripe lemons from old Chester's treebag of sugar and some fine tap waterwe emptied every one of our ice trayswe set up shop, at the corner of Motion St.my sister holds the knifecause she's four years olderI squeeze the lemons into three huge jugswe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568357/ she said, and I quote, I broke your little heartwhy do you still smilesweetie, you're the variable do Goths wear black after labor dayshe walked away, nothing to sayin a crowd of smokeless faces I need you like fire needs icelike gas needs priceyour smile, a smoke and mirrors .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568355/ I want to kiss a strangerTo see if I still careAbout things like love and hurt I want to hold a hand todayTo see if I can warmThis bluish skinThat was once rosy red I’d like to get to know someoneTo affirm that I am realNot some mechanized ghoulIn tender fle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568354/ I've always had a housea dwelling, residence, a place to sleepbut it's all in the wordingit is said a house is not a home, and the thermostat has no emotioneven given its potential for warmth and coldnessno matter the climatethis place will never feel warmgrowing up like me, I've never owned a bedju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568353/ haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568352/ big and boldand bleeding insidefearful introvert with outlandish demeanorbroken, still tickingbut smoke is seeping outof my cuts and woundsnever clottingtender flesh, from fresh to rotting I am humanand I will die from lack of want  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568351/ the kids in Manchester squareall laugh and scoff at Julia Foolia, they paint too-black mustaches and Mom tattoos on her fair canvas skin they gloat with gleeat the woman they seeill stricken from polioher faded pastel corset outdated and choking it's just for s***s and g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568235/ It's been already ten full days Since the meteors collided with my earthTen full days since normal life endedNow living with radiation poisoningAnd a general fear of what is to come I cannot help but wish the meteors back into spaceTo rid the remanence from this now awful placeN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568234/ You name this if you like it, please? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568233/ I am Andy Walsh And I am seven years oldI’d like to go and play right nowBut I must do what im told Teacher says im behind on readingAnd it would do me good To pick up this book and read ten pagesI don't want to but I guess I could I can’t sit still for fift.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568231/ Twenty-something times I have triedBut home alone tonight, I am nothingMaybe through tin cans we might be able to communicateA static pickup on the opposite side of the roomThis is not how friends operate You take time to poke fun of my diction and spellingBut spend even more time Read.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568230/ Contemplation is the first step towards obsessionbut your pictures are winking back at methe nights that I wastedthey got me through those daysthat felt would never endand when away from youand the room is packed, and its crowdedbut still I am aloneyou’re a look, a smile on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568229/ there are times to wait and times to gothis path is warn it's starting to showforgive, forget. or both or neitheralone with my thoughts, decision to teetera breath, a thought, a sigh, a cougha word to the wise, don’t get yourself caughtits too late now, no reverse buttonthis couple now shatt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568228/ Total control of its natural surroundingsthe fresh needles blanket the groundand the rocks vibrate with the hum of unheard soundwandering leaves fall on faces and treestoads and alligators meander the groundstheir feet lay tracks for me to followriverbeds covered with cedar snowthe ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568227/ a man sits in a crowded diner orders something modesthalf way through his meal, excuses himself to the restroomand hangs himself the beauty of poetryis how you can be humble about your workand completeness doesn't _____ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/568226/ ehh, im trying to get back into writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/455030/ i havent written anything in well over a year, so please bare with me for my work will be mediocre http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/426624/ i had a stellar night that sparked the first think i've written in well over a year. never have i felt anything that innocent but wonderful. i never knew someone so amazing was there in front of me these past few months. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/426620/ you were always meant to be just a childish giggling lover. maturity will find me and you will be just an after taste http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/238955/ a spoken word piece i have been vigorously working on for the past month. PLEASE show it love and give me feedback. i REALLY like this one! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/231502/ be the bum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/231501/ my History 103 prof. enlightened me with this qoute: Be, Not Seem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/231500/ i thought i'd get odd http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/231498/ i dont know, somewhere between think for yourself and nonsense poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/inkyoubiss/231496/