http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dgthompson The original writings of author seamus_ali en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019001 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 darkness crawls over the room, moving me into my fears, further ensconcing me outside of the realm i need,that embrace of dreams, that secret lord, desire.slipping past the warm blankets of the bed, the bed...i walk to that bleak, over the planks holding onto winter. the window h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dgthompson/296371/ i dream far away,it stays at bay,i sleep and swayand wonder in this ruined night.are the old answers the right way?do they have promises in their form, or are they shadows true lies hide in?i remember the sea's salt in my throat that day i drowned,the frightening sky, lying to me on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dgthompson/295857/  i heard motion in the universe described as not but a dream,a dream defined by the twisting perceptions of the mind,the mind can hold this power, for the brain, is a pile without the soulthe mind can slow the world and keep the universe from spinning.Does God know, that His show is u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dgthompson/294890/ music creates worlds in chants and tatoos, clustered phrases of inpassioned agony.it echoes down the halls like a screambehind a slightly closed door.in  music lies the history of my endeavorsif i wish to hear them from another's vantage.i do not.the soundtracks of my lives rollin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dgthompson/289307/ these winds take me further than those words ever helped  me up  a wave crested mighty, unbright, full with froth, anddenied the sky to my pleading eye, inverted depthoh, to fathom those hea'enward fathoms, unjustwould this bring that one death all men fear?one of a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dgthompson/286394/ there are beasts in the winter of my heartpsychotic ruminations blasting me from sleep with perilous laughterit's this laughter that scares me choking from slumber a cackle no man would think could eminate from his own throatfor it can't beno pleasured demon holds that timberth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dgthompson/285864/ i have stained myself w/ tearsw/ knives & renounciations & fear, w/ the salt of her sweat & the promise of Christ's blood.i have stained myself w/ failure & mad ramblings w/ crude desires.i have stained myself w/ cruel etchings & harsh words & solitary dreamings. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dgthompson/285496/