http://slow.writerscafe.org/Subliminal13 The original writings of author Subliminal Silence en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776045979 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They say it gets easier with time, but they say a lot of s**t, don't they?With no means of proof or backing it up,maybe it's the superstitions of their god, maybebut what can I say? Some things, theydo get easier with time, with practicewith the loss of what made it so wrong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/596324/ Chapter FOUR : A VOYEUR'S DREAM I."Don't need a cureNeed a final solution..."Peter Murphy, Final SolutionIt was one of those rare moments of silence, just before dawn, and Thomas could hear the low roar of the interstate that snaked through the country side, j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/457909/ INTERMISSION : MISERICORD     "If you should lose your headYou can use mine instead..."Two, My Ceiling's LowA dark stain was pooled black in the corner of the room, a cramped room littered with fragments of ticking, and the sharp taste of bed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/457908/ Chapter Three : Every Secret LiesI.“London bridge did fall downMy fair lady nearly drownedWhat is the reason to lock her up,When she’s already had such rotten luck?”Switchblade Symphony, Gutter GlitterOutside the town of Nowhere, the large.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/457907/ Intermission : HISTORIES“I suggest we learn to love ourselvesBefore it’s made illegalWhen will we learn? When will we change?Just in time to see it all come downThose left standing will make millionsWriting books on the way it should have been…&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/457906/ Chapter TWO : happiness in slaveryI. “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical nakedDragging themselves through the Negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fixAngelheaded hipsters burning through the ancient .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/457905/ INTERMISSION : ARRIVAL.“I knew he’d lost controlWhen he built a fire on Main StreetAnd shot it full of holes…”Bob Dylan, Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues AgainThis dream was a different one altogether – he stood at the door to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/457903/ Chapter ONE : TIES that bindI.“They hate if you’re clever, and they despise the fool‘Til you’re so f*****g crazy, you can’t follow their rules…”John Lennon, Working Class HeroThe apartment was decaying, dying as Thomas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/457902/ there used to be a point in thisbut i can't seem to remember what it wasor where it went, in the nightin all this clingy darkness it leftand i'm left with the right there used to be a time, a daywhen everything worked right and well and looked kind of prettyin an odd sort of perverse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/433189/ Betrayal comes in all flavours, with all manner of motives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/431046/ Mother's Little HelperBY. CHRISTOPHER B. JONESMORNING.A robin was perched on the windowsill, his plumage shivering in the sunlight as he sang his mating call through the city, resounding between the buildings that stretched up to the heavens. His call pierced the glass .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/431042/ Really. Now.What do you think you're doing?scribbling Notes in a brokendown bookVolumes left in the dark, musty and full of mouldtell the Secrets of the midnight hourTwitching and witching ourHoles exposed pipes bleed rustLost in the nightmare of razorbladesandcandysometimes i Wonder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/423891/ It's amidst the realm of sleep deprivation that things become clear. Tired... so tired... when will sleep come and claim me? "Sleep and his brother death..." "And the carriage held but just ourselves and immortality..."This is not the way things end, but this is the beggi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/330041/ Like all symphonies, my new NaNo project has an overture. A brief overview of what's to come. :D Now, I just hope I can finish it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/328716/ This is an experiment in shape. Written on a Post-it at work. See: Image. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/319466/ i can feel it...[the] blood seething from[the] ruby coloured veinvain  pain  pray  preytell, how can you save us[you] wicked, wild jackelope of man[you] vicious, manic driller of soulstruth to tell, fires in hellcold as the soul as it's ripped out[you] breathe the so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/314742/ the blood flows like rivers down the landscape of.... the veins are opened like a broken sewer line gushing toxins, pouring forth onto the streetonto the pale, moonlight streets of her bodytoxic... burning antifreeze green in the basin in the tub and smeared across the floorin handprints.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/305195/ for one to fallone must riseand for one to riseone must be prepared to falltomorrow's been called off. we are bubbles of light and soundvibrations that will never dieall those things we concern ourselves with are nothing but lies to keep us in fearwe are bubbles of light and so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/304634/ Sorry for delay... going through a slight nervous breakdown... This isn't pretty. Not the end, anyway. Matter of fact, it's downright ugly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/300296/ Sections 16-18, Chapter Two is complete. :D This makes me happy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/285510/ 13 GHOSTS ii  I t could have been a musical. Atticus strode down the street beneath his black umbrella, the pelting of the rain coming down like bullets bled through, over the music pounding through his headphon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/282303/ here i amto pick up the piecesand mend the broken heartsto clean up the debrisof someone else's handsto show those girls the wayand onto bigger, better things.stepping stoneon their way to the futureto the brighter, shinier nowmy purpose is servedwhen they move alongt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/281309/  10 GHOSTS Ii  “H ullo.” Liasis’s olive brown skin shimmered in the torchlight in the alley, and as he smiled, he exposed his long, jagged teeth. He shook his brother’s hand and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/276801/ an experiment. nothing more, nothing less. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/276624/ head in the cloudsone foot in the gravenothing left to losein the empty, drowned in the hollowtell me somethinggive me somethinganything to believe insome faith to cling to'cause i've got nothinghidden in the shadowsbasking in the darkmoving through thiswith a flicker o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/273901/ The whole of chapter one is now complete, and this makes me happy. Some things have changed, some things have not, at least in it's original scope, that is. More that, the bigger picture has become clearer as I continue on, and this makes me happy as a la http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/273453/  4 GHOSTS I    A tticus strolled through the city, smoking his cigarette and contemplating Captain Kangaroo, a little swagger in his step. He felt lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/270670/  A Soundtrack to Daydreams by Christopher Jones 1 GHOSTS i            I t should have been a dark and stormy night, but it had been a long time s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/268824/ An experiment, of sorts, in many aspects. It is my first shot at "Fantasy", but also, it is being written and structured to the NIN album(s) GHOSTS. There is logic behind it, but I have not the room here to dive into it all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/268822/ this is my padded cell. my confessional.this is my sanity. this is my sanctuary.these are my wings. these are my scars.these are the words of a condemned man."and he just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette"*some things, my friend, are never meant,to see the light .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264378/ to think is to writeto write is to createto create is to be godlet's all be holy,if only for a second http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264377/ You know who you are.You used to say "I love you."but now I see that you were full of s**t.These are your liesand Love does not exist.You've scarred me, and I hope you're happy about that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264375/ must get out... must get away... come on and take me awaytake me to the world that's beyond the borderthe border of our mind, the border of our consciousnessc'mon and take me awaytake me to the land where there is lighttake me home, take me where i belonggotta get out... gotta get aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264374/ sometimes i feel so infinite, when i look at the expanse of the stars and the murky myth of heaven in the clouds. looking through the hands of god, i see the devil perched with a whimsical grin on the horizon of Mars. and to these celestial angels of light and dark, i ask "Is it okay to be pret.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264364/ Part One : Pretty in Painwe are built by monsters, with vicious atoms tearing at our soul. the night cries and the angels die. trumpets sound in the wind. and here we are. standing in the corner, head bowed and shoulders sagged. waiting for our punishment. waiting for the pain. tell me sir, &q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264362/ everything is "Later." and later never comes.i'll see you later.i'll call you later.later. later. later.but no one ever calls.no one ever comes around. but when you taste forever.deeds left undone. there is no more later. everyone runs out of time.you'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264359/ i'm sick of being subtle.i'm going to be subtle as a heart attack.going to smash my head into the walland spit blood in your facei'm sick of cryptic answersall i want is the truthyour soul spilled out onto my alteri want to know your everythingwithout having to pull teethi'm sick o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264358/ here is my perfect li'l lifeturning around in the starswatch as this dream t r a n s f o r m sinto our worst n i g h t m a r ebut this is stillmy perfect li'l lifeeverything is i n f i n i t ein the violet of spacestretching beyond our c o m p r e h e n s i o nbut thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264356/ i wonder if you're even around. i wonder if you'll notice if i leave. if one day, i just fade away and disappear. i wonder what eternity tastes like. i wonder what infinity is. i wonder if there is an end. and i wonder if forever is over. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264353/ Trust.sometimes i wonder what trust is about. i wonder who i trust. and i wonder who trusts me. i went back a couple of months ago, in my other journal, to the entry about secrets and confessions. and i noticed the change from the year before [as i did when everyone commented] ... last year it was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264351/ i have tasted the bitter fruitof cold compassionthe indifferent caringyou're famous forand here i stand, with my arms thrown in the airjust wonderingwhy the f**k it is that i botherkeeping on, keeping onwith the hope that sucks me downinto the dark and oblivionbut maybe we're b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264346/ i once hated my lifebut then you showed me a lightthe light is fading, but i will survivethe darkness is homeand like all things left in the darki shall be forgotten.even to mepushed asidefor the bigger, better, brighter, shinier, flashier new toysi'm just a rag dolland i'm o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264343/ i'll always be your nothingyou'll always be my favourite scarand one day, preciouswe shall meet in the stars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264338/ I strip you of your f*****g lightand your control over meyou are my worst mistakebut my favourite scarand i am your favourite April Fool http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264337/ the stars lost in the oceanshimmer and break like the stars burning in your eyesthat are the beacon to followand find the sanity that's been lackingin the chaos of this spinno longer will the darkness consumethe darkness where the spiders mateand the demons watch with beautiful smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264335/ if the past is dead, then what is this moment, that in a blink is the past? and then; what are we, but walking corpses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/264325/ PT 1. i do not belong herein this city, with these peoplelost in a sea of dissonancewith their vacant ideologythis place is not for melost & wandering, mumblingout of focus, blurred & bleeding throughthe static, white noisePT 2. i do not belong herethis is not my time, not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/253560/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/251871/ I wish I had an answer for you,but you were the question I was always afraid to ask http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/251729/ me and an ex got matching tattoos on our left wrists. the side of the heart. innocuous enough, ambiguous enough, the number 13... our favourite number. this was the first shot at a 'love poem' in years. absolutely years. -shrugs- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Subliminal13/251715/