http://slow.writerscafe.org/achroma The original writings of author Akroma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215774 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want to begin by making it clear I know this will be an utterly useless document. For years no one has believed me, and if the past is any indication, this will only solidify my status as a crackpot. But for my own sanity’s sake, I need to at least get it all out, from beginning to end, with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/1925907/ Lifeas a Cockroachby Lauren SteggIt'sbetween the time you go to sleep, and the moment you wake up, on abus, traveling at a speed so new and freshly applied the worldoutside smears into nothing but strokes of color. Asticky, clammy sweat clings .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/822252/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/816781/ The scene unfolding outside seems as unattainable and fake as the smiling model banners wrapped around something on nearly every street corner. The buildings glow with internal fire and exhales ofsmoke stream through every opening. On the street, people run likefrantic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/805200/ The Blue Ones Lauren SteggI smell the undeniable odor of a goat. The foreign stench assaults my nostrils.Combined with the constant buzz of inescapable noise from all the people in here,and out there, the thump, thump above us, and the yells and fights below, I canno longer fend it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/804660/ "Captain, will you lead us to the promised land,Deliver us through the oceans to the white sand?We want to live in a land of the free.We do not fear the troubles at sea!"All sixty-three pack our things and board the shipSay our prayers and so begins our trip.Though we're nervous we still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/802894/ The long slope of a finely crafted legDraws silence from my lips.Despite the fullness of mouth and blush of cheekMy knees have never felt less weak.A human's beauty speaks to my earslike the great quiet of the outer realm,And I see this “beauty” as easily as I catch sight of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/792364/ Six hands side by sideTwo others to confideAnd every night six feetBuried underneath the sheets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/699179/ When you come into my home your pores cry, your veins pop,And you give me that f*****g desperate look.You see what you see but you don’t see me,You can’t enter this storybook.Say what you will about the "disgusting" state of my place.Nothing matters but the rainbows in my veins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/696240/ I sweated and toiled but my plans were all foiled,When my parents came home early.They screamed and screamed while I quickly schemedOf a way to escape their fury and the facing of a jury.They arrived from a trip on a cruise ship a week much too soon,and two weeks much too late for this one sad buffo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/674643/ We step with twist tied fingers, Off key, bumping bodies and running over The other’s words. Sweetness balances between my lips.I’m sucking each bit of sugarAnd trying to see everything with your eyes, But you're too far above, your perspective Is beyond mine,And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/654117/ I could kneel, and you could stand, and we could heal together.We could share the pain and sever the remaining tethersfrom all the guilt and shame and nights alone;Prevent our hands from casting its own stones.My head down, and your head up, we could walk side by side,no longer lying and yearning to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/647970/ Very old. And inappropriate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/625164/ Styrofoam HeartSlice it open from collar to hip,Tear away limb and lip,Never a smile and never a tear,Never see hunger, or want, or fear.The outside is almost all plastic,The joints just pure elastic,But the inside remains completely hollow,The soul's purpose to mindlessly follow.So string it along,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/625001/ Free writing exercise at 3 in the morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/624989/ Dear Dreaming,I wish I found You more than You found me.I wish I could hide from Your probing hands,And claim myself uncharted lands.But I always meet my darkest defeatEvery night I’m chained and caged at Your feet.I pray for Dreamless thoughts of Knowledge,Holy Power, and Love, and Guidance,B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/624075/ Just leave us aloneTo mindlessly wander the cold, dark ground.Don’t leave Your throneOf perfection, protectionFrom all the evil we emit.Don’t save us from our home,Our filthy home.No one wants to be rescued,Taken awayFrom this hell hole.You’re too late, I already sold my soul.I wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/620851/ Bleach your teeth whiter than the sun,Burn the enamel until you stun!Hurry up and smile in others’ facesOnly after, of course, you get invisible braces.Now turn your worthless body into a sexy stick!Hmm…it might help if you had a tickTo drain out the excess weight.Then you’ll be l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/620845/ Oh, how I love babies,So sweet and so mild!But my vanity is far too greatTo carry an unborn child.So I’ll carry my dear baby around in my purse,Right beside my lipstick and my hairbrush. No need for ultrasounds,No want for a nurse. We’re connected by loveAnd an umbilical cord.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/620797/ Thanksgiving spirit is good for the soul :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/620690/ "Fetish"After a couple times, the insurance company starts to get suspicious. After a few times, your family jokes, "I guess no should drive with Micheal." After 10 times, the white coat who is fixing your thrice-broken arm catches on and hands you a regulation size, crisp business card, "Of a reall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/546640/ Hello, my Dear,We've come again to the place it all began.Nothing changed and nothing stayed the same.We're different people with familiar names. We once stained slippery shoulders with our tears.Listened, and shared all our insights and fears. Sad to know we were babbling to ourselves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/449942/ Those people, the stage 4 conventional folk, who've never jumped into the psychedelic world, might feel confused as to why any one would want to experience deeply odd and disturbing things, to lose their minds in such a perverse way, and to enjoy that very breach into the insane. But it's the same r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/435301/ Preach yarns of acceptance,and mutual respect.Claim no judging thoughtstumble dry in our heads.Yet see the ripples of flabby skin and fatand wondercan't they take care of that?God knows no excuse for such shame,no reason could be given a forgivable name.Our eyes far too repulsedw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/425722/ My eyes open andbefore I can see the clock on the nightstand,or the still spinning ceiling,I see the comforter tucked under his stubble kissed chin.It's been so long since I had one of those nightsWith nothing better to do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/425510/ We wake up sweating,with twisted, tangled thoughts.Trying to hold on just one moment longerBefore crash landing and seeing it all with unrivaled clarity.The dancing lights on the wall, the colored shadows,shrinking and growing, inhaling and exhaling. The couch, my friend, pulling me in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/419271/ age 14 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/419265/ An epic battle has begun.Watching the fight is so much funWhen both sides are equally dumb. Should I do this?Should I do that?The ultimate civil war,Weak pitied against weak.What will it be?What will I choose?What will I sayIf I lose?Neither logic nor emotion is represented wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/311780/ Restrained by the stiff edges of our clothes We, the uncaring audience, sit uncomfortably still. Through the painted windows clouds pour Into the church, offering us a lovely gray cast Over the pretend-nice decorations that match our pretend-nice outfits. While we wait and wait and wait an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/311778/ For the record, I just want to say that I didn't have a personal vendetta with the man. I loved him as much as you did. Of course I have his blockbuster hits decorating my shelf. He was an amazing actor with a lot to offer the world of cinema. The point wasn't to pick someone nobody would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/achroma/311744/