http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamMoseley The original writings of author Sam en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026157 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Should she be chastisedFor leaving us behind?Throwing in the towel,Commiting a foul.She stood at the pulpitVirtuous and pureAnd grew up mad,Insincere, depression's w***e.She doesn't scare me anymore.The fresh start that Broke his heart,Twenty odd years over and out,She re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/412287/ Wet with regret,Puddles of pathosFlood the town,Don't jump nowYou'll flounder And drown.You can give it a go,He will always say no.Go with the flow,Amble on withYour tiny trinket dreams in tow.Smile like you mean it,Moody so and soThe head is where The demons sit and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/382342/ I can't be intimate like thatAnd switch it off, file it away,I'm not that kind of gay.We were melting figurinesBleeding into eachother,A pretty water colour.Now its polite "hello's""Come f**k me" glances,Awkward silences,Can't you see I wanted youTo b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/378116/ He stared As though trying to Make me melt,He was oozing attraction,Physically he wanted me,He craved it.I was unimpressed by his height,The laughter lines,His bronze hue,But I was drunk.I kissed him,There and then.The straights gawped.He told me I was beautiful,He stradl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/369627/ I thought I had beenWaiting in veinBrewing my own cosmic pain.The metal around his mouthReminds me that pleasure is pain,Sadism begins at home don't you know?As I push him southTo kiss my neckI feel a giant drug infused whizzTied together in absolute bliss.This dirty .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/363774/ Slap and tickle,This is no time to be fickle,Hang off my neckLike a love thirsty vampire,My love is not yours.But for an hour or soMy body belongs to you.So watch it grow,I'll go and go.A pleasing tease,The right amount of squeeze,Brought me to the boilLet my body recoilAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/359121/  I used to want to be lovedThe velvet glove to stroke my faceTears fall Like people,Death waltzes down my face. I would like to hang my issuesRound somebody elses neck,A perverse pendant,It was easier when I had someone to blame.Where there’s blame there’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/352481/ So you pursue Someone for weeksGet cast asideAnd then he hooks up with someoneI've had before.A boy I dismissed as trash.Too young, too keen,I would have broken his lavender heart.So now they're together,And yes I've sampled both,I put the first down like a sick dog,But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/346872/ The pictures stare back at meThe one of us three,Where we frame him Like ladies in waiting.I am still waiting,We are no oil painting. The others show me drunk,My face etched with uncertainty,The disguise is flakey at best,Who I am is anybodies' guess. Today the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/346870/ I cannot wait for the blanketTo be pulled up over my face,Those coins placed over my eyesI will need the money.I possess neither the virtueNor the energy to talk my way in. Whoever heard of buying a place in Heaven?Though I heard Islamic stocks are high.Anyway I don't buy into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/341904/ A personal revolution is in full swingSome new bling, more paintI'm the patron saint of all things fake,Far too long consumed by rageThings have got to change. You keep your cards so close to your chestOne day you'll let someone seeAnd you'll feel free,That someone is not me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/339062/ Life is no Mills & BoonBut a week ago Life was alrightEverything was in sight. He didn't want me, simple as.I escaped from AlcatrazAnd he waved me awayAs if I was holding the Big Issue. Did he not know who I amAnd what it took for meTo a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/335890/ What have I done?The can of wormsThat is my heartHas been openedAnd torn apart.You want that 'drive thru' love,Go to the next windowRecieve everything in a tidy little bagI am not food to go,This is the last time I let someone know.So bask in the warm after glowIf you wantI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/333928/ Is this what it's come toMe playing the man?This, might I addWas never part of the plan.As you pull me closerYou look so dumb,I knew you'd succumb. Its amazing that we can do thisAnd not even kissIts the kissing I missNow I get them from strangers,Boys who bite off more .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/332309/ My head is racing awayConvinced we could make it work,I have the plot in my grasp,You and me You only have to ask. Love is breathing down my neck. I know I'd fall deepDangerously deep,You are slight,Sat on my lapHolding my handKissing me.You awaken somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/330169/ The shallow grave that is boredomSwallows me down, the Devil is DJIt is no rave, hot and burn, hot and burn. The air scrapes my throatLike sandpaperEven the elements dislike me,A hypercondriac, symptomaticOf being raised by the sick,It engulfed them,My Father was Cancer,My.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/329385/ He slings himself around his neckLike a medal,A symbol for all things s**t,He simply cannot keep his legs shut,His bulge won't be told,For him I am too old. All in white, an irony in itself,For a f****t is never chaste,A lovely boy, such a waste. Like Noah's Ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/328108/ Inside I'm at warTense, I cannot sleep.Is it any wonderI cannot fall back intoThe clutches of slumberWhen my conscience is relentless?Toke after toke,At best I am broke. I should be happy,There is nothing to be sad about,It is all manufactured.In the next room she is cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/325850/ I read your diary onceA travesty I know,The book was red and tortoise shellSpiral bound, just like us. You were jealous as hell,You wanted a family.You wanted love,Mine was never enough,Always another kissDesperate masochist. You seeI'd give you all these things,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/324805/ The alarming clock ticks like sickness,A plodding droneEach second a clone.This room is a voyeur,My very own annexe,A piece of the world,I have spent many a night hereTickling my own fancy.In here, I licked his earHis head rocked back As if dismemberedI remember. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/324803/ Its black under my nails,Dirty.I look downAnd it's slack,No elasticDropping quick.Where's the washboard?I ate, I ate, I ate.Getting old really is a tragedy.Everyday etches a new lineEvery bite bloats my mannequin frame,There's no mystery to itHair recedes.Stupid cupid r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/323866/ Mimic the minceI kicked the ball only onceAnd she took it out of meFor being a ponce.I sat with the geeksIt wasn't until laterI learnt to be chic.I sneered at thoseWho couldn't spell their namesAnd hated Games. For years it had been stashed awayLook at his lashes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/323072/ Desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/321352/ I realise the taste in which this is written is questionable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/320017/ 'Making Love', I never liked that phrase,Surely it is not the same if someone pays.I mean when does f*****gBecome love making?I suppose sex can lead to birth,Allegedly people love their children,Maybe that's love making?But what if you don't have kids?Don't want them, can't, whatev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/318376/ Axe Me   I have an aura of self destructionThat rings me like a Day-Glo halo,You can't miss it.Never wanted to be this freak,The curtain should close,I have given another wooden performance.Lacking in sentiment, where is my heart?It is switched off, bewitched. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/316611/     You bought me a single red rose, Closed, Smothered in cellophane, It's petals licking the plastic, My own little spastic. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/310820/ The flowers bleed pollenIndefinitely, the bee is stupid cupidI am a flower, my stigma lies untouched,Barren.Fancy my petals are not bright enough,Ugly brown, my smell a bluff,Bent towards the sun, my stem tough. It is impossible to be transplanted,Torn out at the root,Or wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/309080/ Collision.You look me up and downDisappointed we were ever associated,Ashamed to say we even dated,Your sick mind I infiltrated. You brought one of your Try before you buy "friends",I loathe her.Her staring eyes, badly made up,Up and down, up and down,If onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/308149/ He extends an inviteThat resembles a handOffered to a child.A generous man, heThrows a penny toMy busking heart. We are to "watch TV",The only view I want to seeIs you and me, embryonicLike birds of a feather,I'm at the end of my tether. The ride home is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/305736/ He was not put here to makeMe feel better,Only to make me feel worse,Fate is a b*****d like that,He indulges me in an ego wank,C**k worship. I pour myself over his face,In the hope I'll stick,A salty reminder of how we used to be;As he spits me away,Retching,I wonder if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/302933/ Relationship drama. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/294263/ I am drunkNumb as a rock,Stand on me, admire the view,Scrutinise every nook and cranny,The Devil and I,It's uncanny. The tide washes over me,The ebb and flow ofThe salt feels original, it is not,It happens daily.I'm at my peak. The light beams downIn seperate st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/291537/ I'm too big for this world,I'm bigger than God,Yet I've achieved nothingExcept one disastrous love affair.At my age, I envisioned my worldSet in stone,It isn't even moulded,The clay is still cold,My soul not sold. Is this all there is?Endless speculation,Self leisure, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/286478/ You say you've changed,You've developed a greater emotional range,I feel you've taken to the stage,A closed book, I cannot turn the page. Roles may have reversedNow it's me that's perverse,It doesn't fit you being reserved,If you say nothing,I guess I can write myselfA bigge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/280441/ The train pierces throughThe night like a giantMetallic phallus orA knife sliding through cake,Effortless. High as a kite,Only minutes before,Your mouth was a cavern You wanted me to fill,Desperate for me to inhabit you.I saw the pictures of you on the beach,You have ski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/271375/ I wish I could wash away the past,Wipe clean the proverbial slate,Im my dreams the tide would come in,And wash away the disgrace,As if it were a giant black sand castleAwaiting sweet demolition. I have lived only to kill myselfWith petty regret.Love came, I cherish it's memory.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/266324/ "You didn't love me until it was too late";It hung in the silence like stale Cigarette smoke, poisonous,Claustrophobic, fragrant. I know you are right,Your nonsense always seems to make sense,You didn't have to say it,I already knew.But baby please remember,While I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/262864/ I miss him like an addict misses his poison,A child it’s Mother, there is no other.My mind is overdrawn, automatic liar,I should retire,Tragedy is my junk, I’m hooked,Remove it, I’m sunk,Totally empty, ugly drunk,Visually impaired, I’m not so rare. Like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/261966/ I took all your lies,Ignored their naked disguise, gave you a rise.Swallowed them whole like sickly sweets,I guess I have a sweet tooth for deceit. Ashamedly your vivacity faded,The battle was lost and probably still is,But does it matter that you’ll never repair?I know yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/261965/ I was there at the birthOf your disease.God is a murderer. Your comic face is all facade,Admirable role play,Stiff upper lip or else,You'll lose grip.  If I was God,I'd set you freeOne way or another.I'll never forgive him for what he's done to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/261963/ Selfish, lonely, fucked up little boy,Miraculous makeup provides a stunning decoy,Washes away my unhealthy palour,I have a taste for all that's sour,Why must they have all the power? I am circular, repeat, repeat, repeatA purple circle, I want to weepBut cannot find the tea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/261962/ I watched it break. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/261959/ When I find you, You will know about itWhen I learn who you areI will love you,I promise. We spoke in the pastThough I've been recast,Totally axed.Deserving of a small hex,I am so easy to impressBut what's with the shoddy dress?You must confess. Eyes wide, seein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/221919/ A poem about being sick and tired of everything. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/221918/ A nice self deprecating poem on relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/211025/ Physical Attraction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/184643/ Autobiography. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/179225/ I'm top of the style pile,Boys line up single file,Ideas arrive, derived from the past,Jaundiced outlook,I loath you all,Haughty till my downfall. Amass experience,Calculate an innovative appearance,Adopted persona,Character donor. Bathing in change,It's all the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/176233/ Tonight captures you,In all your glory,Narrates the whole story.Wounded, the broken toy,Your deflated egoLong since gone,Subliminal criminal,It's an offence to care. Red glazed eyes,Loaded with misery,Commiserations all round.Miracles are fiction,A mere contradiction... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamMoseley/172977/