http://slow.writerscafe.org/a.blasphemy The original writings of author A.Blasphemy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986559 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh, if Heav’n our Earthly deeds did move,I’d have your heart in satin stitched,And placed still in Pandora’s box;So through desire you’d yet exist.  For I know I could not resistA peek inside the walls to see,By chance, what handsome men may callTheir own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/321227/ Old-English verse. Required Conditions: Broken line, two stressed syllables per every half line, alliteration. Alternative Conditions: Epithets, Appositive expressions, kennings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/315277/ It is my personal opinion that sublimity,Also known as “the erratic”, Is understated underappreciated and should be Found more often under my covers.I once met an exchange student who,Upon arrival in the community airport,Announced unto the world he was a vindictive a*s;F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/311619/ Last night,As I lay under my bed on the cold, shivering tile, I remembered to watch under the door (for there was quite an abundance of florescent light)And take note, again, to the spider who crawledOut from under the threshold. He was small, and transparent,Like the fairy spiders c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/308847/ My Muse has abused me;How rude of her! How crude!I cannot believe she has once more leftMe feeling used, as if I were her puppet �Yet alas! I have no strings!And to think that once, I�d sit with her andDiscuss such delicacies, rejoicing inHer hands gently knocki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/307067/ Oh those eyes…They hurt me so.Swallow me up in their glares and so,The stares rip… rip apart my bleeding heart.It’s too early to be writing rhymes,Of passion, disgust, love, distaste –Something so far away, yet I make hasteTo feel them, see them, then glance a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/302438/ Oh, it’s interesting, the way we dream;Our last subconscious hurrah, beforeThe seemingly endless night ensues. Ah, but the dreams make our slumber pass byQuickly to the worker who arises at dawn,And yet to the weary weekender, a minute seems an hour,Or two or three, as the brawn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/290900/ Decided to try something out... this poem is constructed completely of quotes (in some way or another). The words are not mine. The construction, however, is. My main concern is that readers, upon knowing that these are reconstructed quotes, will not read http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/283080/ One day... I shall in fact read this aloud to my lover. But for now, shyness has gotten the best of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/271406/ If ever I try to put words to your name,I am hindered by a truth that should be ever clear:That your soul in itself is the one perfect poem,That passion’s the game we should fear.My fingertips sweat as I seek out the words,My mind enveloped in lust;But my brain draws up blank eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/251130/ Bass guitar I surrender,To your sinful soundAnd to your passion;To your riff.Baby, you know how I like it,So smooth but so roughLike lust should be;Like crime will always be.And our moans are so real,And so different,But I refuse to denyThat they are the same, deep inside... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/250356/ Please No JavascriptFor eight hours past have I sat,Alone in my chambers,Restless and hoping for some... thing;Some hope, some desire, which will not readily be realized.The Devil himself taunts me with his prose.I scoff.Then laugh.For I, the brooding sinner,Know all too well t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/250295/ F**k the lovers.F**k the dreamers.I'll find the rainbow connection myself.I don't need you, I don't want you;You are just pitiful companions in an aimless world.Put your clothes back on and take your ideology off;Wake up and look at yourselves once in awhile.The only thing you offer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/250281/ ISing now, my Muse, your song of truth,Let your insight guide my wordsOf fear, of flight, of fortune’s doomed;The Elven-prince, his story looms,On what injustices I write.Spread the story of his plight!The king had ruled for many years,Five hundred two, to be exact;His ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/250275/ I am waiting for an anecdote -The latest addition to my restless world;Give me a gag, a fairly tale, a devoteeTo amuse me, and wake me from my state of constant sleep.I can't stand the saga;I don't want to write a tragedy,Or any illusion this melodramatic state of self pityThat I fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/a.blasphemy/250273/