http://slow.writerscafe.org/intangible_soul The original writings of author intangible_soul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046065 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My brother, I miss you to this day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/218110/ I wrote this as an ending to a poem a friend wrote. I cant stand not having a happy ending!!! I need to ask the writer of the beginning of the story if I can either post, or add the link to his writing that inspired me to write this ending. But here it i http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/215162/ Insidious creeping savages,so cunning as you toil,conspiring with your fellows,to break the landscape of a soul.Private propety owners,you consider yourself in charge,consigning clandestine duties,to free yourself from scourge.When you complete the onus,with all taxes paid,you be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210015/ I am not beautiful.nor am I sweet,or amusing enough, for you.Shadows dance,within you, and the night calls me,to solitude.I wont die but,I am dyng still,every time mirth,blooms in you.I don't provoke,this in you,radiance is brighter,anywhere but here.If only y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210014/ I wrote this a long time ago. I didn't know who it was that I was seeing, but it turned out to be my brother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210011/ Master of ghosts and dreams, You consume me.A sorcerer of passion and pain,You are, which you weave,Invading my soul, transforming my will.You seduce with blood and lust.Luscious lips and eyes, That pierce my trembling thoughts,You know what I am thinking.I taste you with agonizing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210009/  The death of wintertears at my soul,ripping clean throughflesh and bone,revealing the horrorsof my battered spirit.The beauty and patienceof spring is gone,and now I weep.I am scarred and ugly,for all to see.I cant hide or escapefrom this cold wind.I pray I can hold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210007/ My heart bleeds with tortured bliss,for your passion,your fire, your touch.One gentle brush of skin,I ache with searing want.My body arches in painful lust,for your flesh,your lips, your soul.Two bodies entangled forever,I will suffer no more.My soul crys out with salacious n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210005/ I wrote this one a very long time ago about an old man who I became acquainted with. It's cadence and rhyme are extremely corney, but so be it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210003/ I wrote this a long time ago about a friend of mine with an addiction after going to her house and finding the object described here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/210001/  Don't utter my name.Don't call to me in my dreams as I sleep.Leave your wretched, tangled fingers to twist and gnarl the hair of the dogs you sleep with.I am more of a nightmare to you than you will ever be to me, for I am hate, death, despair, and indecency far beyond that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/intangible_soul/209997/