http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shane%20Rendon The original writings of author Shane Rendon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986489 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 SONG http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/709600/ SONG http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/709595/ I swear I'm listening, but that doesn't mean I like what you're saying. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/709585/ I heard a charming sound one daywhile I was screaming in the wind.It was you my friendyou were screaming in the wind."can you scream a little louder" I screamedbut I was screaming in the wind"Can you hear me my friend?"I can hear you screaming in the wind...Some v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/469177/ Something about time and spaceand the holes in the soles of my shoesSo many think"too young""So naive"but if they knew about the milesGod damn the mileshours of lonelinesshours of lovelinessand hours of infinite thoughtthe passing greenerythe dotted lines in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/299400/ You are the lightand I am the mothpraying not to land on a zapperknowing what might happenYou are the lakeand I am a fish in the riverstaring up at the dambelieving in the impossibeYou are the moonand I am a childgazing into the night skydreaming of one day being an astrona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/298306/ I try to imagine what you're doing at times, and I'll be honest- the images aren't always so possitive. But... the truth isn't exactly so possitive either, is it? I understand however. You're young mind races while you believe you have everything under control. You believe you have power over the he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/298299/ I'm chewing at the nicotine stains on my fingers for a fix. I have papers, but nothing to roll, and I'm not content enough with myself to simply sit. THE INTERNET IS BULL-S**T, and I know this, but here I sit. I'm not even sure if I'm alive at the moment, so I'm checking my pulse with this seringe. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297854/ Can I consider myself an artist in a world thats so absolutly fucked?I am not a writer or even an artist for that matterI am simply a victum of all that is... and so are youI am an incomplete strangera passer byanother excuse to be honesta broken soul trying to scream his story in the fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297389/ We're victims of repetition, You and I, we try so hard to question, to doubt, to attempt to forget everything thats happened and we want it so bad, but at the same time we would love to remember exactly how it felt to only need each other under those sheets that are becomin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297363/ Its black out Not a star in the sky So black Thick black So thick I could feel it Darkness has 38ft.lb. of pressure Pressing against my bare skin Its February eighth The day we loved Remember Under the dark sky On February eighth We created .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297362/ I close my eyes and step backward into yester-year I remember holding your hand when I was eight years old I remember pet cemetarys I remember attempted club houses I can almost feel the tar paper cutting into my gritty little palms A warm embrace Teamed with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297361/ I stood over a bridge, and cut my stomach open with a dull knife.I allowed its contents to pour into the still water below.Upon impact they created a ripple.This crimson stained ripple traveled several feet before settling on a near-by bank.My blood stained the earth on that bank.After man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297360/ Act one scene one Boy meets girl Remember? I do. Our lips first met on a cold December after-noon in a high school auditorium. I could feel, and I knew something big was going to happen. The warmth of your body, the scent of your hair, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297359/ Two perfet Angels Attempting true love I swear that was us We fit like a glove Without reason you left me Broke and alone I called you each day He'd answer your phone So I've gone through some changes That you'd not approve I skipped all my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/297357/ SCENE ONESphen and Steve in Sphen's livingroomThe two are very bored and seeking entertainment....Steve- I'm boredSphen- *sigh* yeahSteve- You know...(pause) NevermindSphen- Hey I know what we could do...Steve- whats that?Sphen- we could start a duck farm... we'll start out with two .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296456/ (Two men standing in a room, one man has puppets on his hand, and the other is watching intently)sphen- (puppets on his hands)Please tell them to be quit, I'm thinking... at least I think I am. Hey kids, its time to learn a thing or two about social politeness. Some people just don't know how to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296450/ A beautiful East Texas prom was steadily melting to an end. The lights came back on, and we were the only two still dancing. An old country love song set a moving, and almost too romantic atmosphere, and there I was, screaming directly in her face, yet somehow we managed to continued dancing. I had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296447/ The Love Glove-I stopped at a convienient store on my way to her house. I was buying my usual energy drink, so it seemed, but I had something else up my dirty little teenaged sleeve. I'd always been quite the dirty-talker, but when it came to action, I never did deliver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296446/ Like all poets,I watched a butterfly land on a flower,my butterfly's flower went limp,sending the bitterfly to the ground.Wings spred at first,but then closed.The colors when he closedstill just as beautifullas when opened.The butterfly flew back into the air,once again exposing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296445/ I lay on my back on top of a brown 87 Buick, whose paint was fading to a dull off-white, with a Corona tucked between my legs and a cigarette hanging limply from my lips. The stars didn't come out that night, and night was slowly becoming morning. I always loved starry .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296444/ I remember sitting backstage in an ill lit autatorium, when a girl I barly knew laid her head against my shoulder. Comfort? I wasn't sure, but I had no desire to move her, or myself. The play was still going on, and I was waiting for my que. I was fumbling through my memorey for the lines, when sudd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296443/ I find it immoralWhen you lay down at nightWhen he's climbing on youAnd the mood is just rightThat you don't think of meOr the love that we madeInstead you think passionAnd of course getting laidIs the sex much betterFrom this man of your DreamsDoes he f**k like a champIs h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296442/ I left work at 11:06pm. I began walking toward down-town Livingston at 11:07pm. I crossed the Long King Creek bridge at 11:12pm.I stopped at Wall-Mart at 11:16pm.With no purchase, I left Wall-Mart at 11:24pm.Casualy I continued down the quaint L-town streets. Cars honked, and yelled obscen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296440/ I'm whispering about you to my canvas. hundreds of miles away and your image is still so crisp in my mind's eye; my lips are still glossed with your kiss. I can taste your skin and I crave more.It pains me to believe you're doing ok without me, although I want you to be ok, I want you to be amazin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/296428/ Whats your fix? You needa' I gotta'- thats how this game works right?After all, we can all use a good laugh right?Somewhere between a dream and sobriety I found an empty plastic bag with no familiar smell... Once full of things so absolutly nessassary, but now reduced to an crinkled waud of plas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shane-Rendon/229937/