http://slow.writerscafe.org/Michael%20W.%20Farre The original writings of author Michael W. Farrelly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992386 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your stangled hypnotic suggestionthat we were lessleaves a lot to be desiredhaving no place within us;falling into the hole you have leftit is rendered mute by fear.                       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/577573/ We'll move together on with the rythm of your choosing,but won' you say my name?We'll dance across any floor of your preeference,waltz and tango through the past,avoid asphyxiation as breathe in each-otherbut wont you say my name?I can charm the snakes thorughout the garden, remove the bitterness of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/577570/ Before an absence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/577404/ ;-) just watching someone doing the dishes and needing her.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/576063/ I have closed the window to silence the hissof cars that could drive into your dreams like snakesas you lie in the other room in our sweat.I should go to you soon, watch you at peacebefore painting your skin soft with kisses;before allowing my hand to explore a muscle or two;before...before...before.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/575167/ And if upon your return you feel some desperate need to undress......please feel free to undo,unzip,but do not repressor fall from my hipsand I will carry you like a river. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/574692/ Little sister...                     ...we can be good...                       &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/574689/ 4 am rolls in in Paris, but God knows where you are,when I begin to sleep.6 am rolls in in Paris,but I guess you're still a little far,as I begin to wake.10 months of us rolls in in Paris,and I have a waking dream of yourolling like the only ocean.We roll apart in Parisand I build a need for you;and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/574684/ The girl who never criedshed a thousand tearsfor no-one on particulour.Daddy's 'lil girl met a monster on her pathand beat him till he bledbroken on the floor of old dreams discarded.Sometimes a simple word can be an oath,a curse,a promise in the dark.Bet the first time you held me it didn't feelthi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/574682/ The hand brushes the backof those perfect nails through my hair;proceeding to grip me tighteryou saythat you want me,even still...              ...even after all....My God:our hearts  must be bedouin to survive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/574680/ A tumultous relationship, so beautiful, so intense, never became what it should have been, but something else.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/574612/ I kissed your back as you slept... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/574571/ Description of the damage from car accident http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573792/ Depression pains even the brightest souls http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573790/ Beridden and recuperating, I was alone, and lonely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573789/ Taking distance from my body after being injured in an accident. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573788/ Darkness in life, and in a relationship escalated into insanity which resulted in my being hit by a car. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573787/ I will assume, for the sake of argumentthat all was a great misunderstanding.Oh la, for the sake of argumentI will assume that you believed what you told yourself.'A writer', I said, with no great weightand you assumed it meant I wrote.I'm not that type of scribe,bookish and socially inept.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573785/ Are you mine,really?Could you be?Will you belong to this furious heartand oracular mindwith it's twisted labyrinth of scarslayered one atop the other?Nopw that that war has passed,we hope, and not just entered transition,and the bloody battered corpses of the pastand memories lay hideously.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573784/ I am a man too familiar with loveand all that it can do.I am a man who knows what's aboveand what moves deep inside of you; but a sadness, deepening, moves within me.I am a man who holds a firethat can heal as well as burn.I am a man who has begun to tire,and I feel my stomach churn;for a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573783/ Love and regrets and all that comes from the emotional intensity of darkness in a relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573781/ The sun, just now, almost as if unsure of itself,slid discreetly into hiding behind the clouds;bu, if I think of your name,or smell the pillow from where you slepton the floor the night beforeI can still feel the blessing holocaustal heat upon my scarred and ancient face.If I close my eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573780/ Poem for a certain woman.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/573779/ Inner meditation with the Universe occasionally provokes mild insights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/571689/ Recently was hit by a car, had dark period in relationship, and had an intense arrest at the hands of armed French police.While searching for some specific message in the events,this came. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/571683/ 8th March is International Womens Day, and after a sarcastic comment to my girlfriend about there not being a day specifically for men I tossed off a little ditty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/230127/ I sat with her as she painted....And paint she did...alas, I have always been afraid to try................ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/225047/ There we go: I've done it again -sold my soul for the now and then.Shaken and stirred, as chilled as ice,breaking your heart was hard, not once but thrice.The smile that you raised was heaven-sent,but the words, honey, were tired and spentbuilt on a foundation that yesterday mattered,b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/224272/ After being dry, the wine called again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/224199/ A poem about a woman ( my mother ) dying of small-cell lung cancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/224198/ Short short short story for competition. Written very quickly at work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/224195/ Her atomic structure for a billion yearsrolled and tumbled through the voidtoward the catastrophy that is I.Particles charged and ionized withinour universes, drawing each other into orbitand our lips together. Entwined divinelyin the motion and the sweat that it is lovewe sought a pur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/223525/ Your spine confides in my handas from the sheets I lift you into meas deeply as I am into you.My other hand wraps around your hair,no more than a rein now to guide youas my mouth goes to lock on your throattoo tempted to devour as the animal becomes I.Gnawing on your jaw, your chinI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/223523/ Your smoked eyes acknowledgedthat I owned younailing you to the bed of your own convictions.Each movement in youwas like an accusationwhile you accepted the sentenceof being always minebefore I walked awayforever.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/223522/ That sublime union of your body's angled precisiontanned by St. Eustache draws you to my awarness.Your toes in open aired wonder smile,and you sit there in the sun unawareof the dusky perfection of your body's symmetry;behind your darkened polaroid lensesuncatching the glances of approva.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/223520/      Lovers Beside and kissed by a grace we lay side by side.I have already held and viewed the belly perfect:Strong, round, yet, tight and soft.Now, what can I say about this backWith the hip showing curving from the waistbandLike a dune rising above a g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/223519/ I wrote some poems for collection, basically being love poems written by a b*****d ( though, I am not one, I hope) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/223518/ When someone means so much that there is no words that can aptly describe the depth of passion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Michael-W.-Farre/223463/