http://slow.writerscafe.org/scartissue The original writings of author vindictivesunshine en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062720 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 first attempt at a rhyming scheme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/1092822/ What if my faith was restored?What if the moon returned to my starless ceiling?What if it had never disappeared?What if my moon finds that suns are her birthright?What if my cataracts repossess both my bridges?What if no matter the resting place, the rafters pour her silhouette by my side? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/1092275/ Under a crushing red ebb.Reflexive and unabashed.In my head I am rationed.Paucity of food for thought the source of my need.In the rescinding of the sluggish waves I extricate my own cogitations.Subtle nudges sent without alert.Artistic melody between the dance of iridescent splashes of streamline c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/509690/  A shard refracts a sense of normalcy,the slow burning hope of orchestrating attraction.A facade, the raging fire consuming the hills.Overlooking insubordinate instruments the show procedes speculative of sabotage.A final note jettisoned, to alienate the room's proclivity for silence... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/407392/  In a hurried breath you met me,words stumbling over teeth and tongue.Wrong assumptions and foolish choices,former future vices.It was at the eleventh hour that I pressed purpose to paper,life to come undone.Lost in the dimensions of you, if only in actuality.A glance at a yellow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/407066/ It was yesterday I learned the definition.The acclimatisation to rebarbative coiling of fibresrestricted by the metal strainer.A Sunday afternoon with wet waffle cone lonely in my rubix cube, the elipse.Left to endure the risk of being undone,red and white faces still to be solved... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/404567/  Feeling the onset of moon inebriation,dizzy eyes swing to the reflectionof the chandelier in mantle vanity.The contour of you thrust upon the asphalt,powdered with winged radiance.Fear factor in history and legend,red eyed misconception tumbling at the bottom of the glass.In a re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/398170/  Dear Lord, as I traverse the valley of the shadow of the deaf and fear the ills I cannot see.You do carry me beyond the sandless shores to waters remiss of death.The saltless seas sprinkled with the savour of your children,Who do in time concede to wisdom and yield by the pastures.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/393432/ Sometimes I stop and think among the chaff and weed, and cease to define the distance between us.The bitter touch held in salty air,preserving my own self-depricating ways.Ethereal until the sphinx lays waste of you and I.Somehow time and space do conspire to withold, to fiss.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/391691/ Her lhabias were my driving force,and my efforts to get them underwhelming.She's the object of my coincidenceand an unforged free will.Traced from the perfect template,our debt still unpaid,the bond sealed in simple vision, lacking advice from the silhouettes.The thread count intimacy,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/379362/ We are rabid in one accord.The pity plant of baseless comparisson,the last warm colour among the shaded gray.Ignorance, indifference, ambivalence, apathy and peace.Peace in the lilies, the stillness of knowinghow many times justice is limited to a hair line fracture.We are rabid, truly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/332987/ The lies I strung out, rang out in main street.Inquisitive, anticipatory eyes crave for a quivering lip,but I know not this anxiously awaited shame.I assume it eloped with the carcinogen, the virus, the cure.However, to test their unbridled passion, a whince is my teaser as "oohs&quot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/321270/ God's subordinates circumvent the orb of life.A gentle orb of violent quakes.The epitome of canivorous rot, a dog eat dog society.Among them, distilled white wings flutter hope as spent shells watch their souls pierce turgid cells. This is the life...lies.Perpetrated by orifices ble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/321147/ The box from whence I cameholds no more significance to a lifeless life.A claustrophobic existence that endorses droning,not my preference.Sometimes, recollection drenches reality and ideology is mine.Nostalgic vibes from a cast in a drawer throws the time machine in reverse.Further than.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/318819/ I've fallen and now i'm bleeding plasma and cytoplasm.I'm an innocent bystander to your unprovoked rage,and grotesque performance.Who thought in my microcosmic existence I would feel your insanity?Just like a kid tracing lines in a favourite colouring book,You traced me and the others in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/316219/ Bolt the square to the walland hope it never falls.For its frame is weak, facing elemental woes.But from the abstract, as many fantasies are birthed,she can't be a prisoner to the canvas, the hues. She's more than the feature papyrus,now flesh, heart and emotion.Breathing penetr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/315670/ I will stand by your sideand hold you until the monoxide does you in.Do you prefer the hypocracy of chloroform,or the stark nobility of a lethal injection. Stake your claim because, Jimmy's is getting cold.One straight through the fragments of a heart I left there for posterity.My.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/315320/ O terrible angel.My shining lady demigod upon your hapa throne.Pity me this kiss, this love.See how your eyes choreograph my own pupilic dance,justify their efforts. Reward them with the soft, supple decadence of you.Hereby I am no long mine.But let me be the pill you swallow wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/314306/ a take on an old story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/313820/ Vertigo.Still, ice breathe.Lollipops and bag juice.Lunch kit daze, in shorts.Summer wishes, star dreams.Iridescent distractions, a mind explosm.Anxiety attacks with no symptoms, too busy, fireflies to catch.Summer romps through imaginary meadows, and saving the world 'cause "I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/306399/ Legacy of silver wounds haunt him in stitch time, torn at the seams.Fate, his idol, left some phlegm for him to wash off; and all before the sun punched in.It was the light's blindspot.Devious arts of morning go unnoticed.Man-skin hung on the meat hooks, slowly peeled so as not to leak noctu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/304115/ So my days linger on And tonight the ember under the mid-morning moon tell talesof cyanide and happinessAnd in my repose the ember's words Still ring in my head.Under the celestials my body gives way to sleepThough fearful to depart without my cherubs.Crucibles of prussian blue encirle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/302917/ Day two of my psychoneurosis;The lady who wears the cloud Says i'm going back to step one.The paralysis of rusty joints inspire tears,But the two muscular angels that transition my daily death say it's psychosomatic.I don't care,As long as i get to envision olive skin, almost neonata.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/302914/ Today shampoo filled lungs change my mindThe smoke and faceless mages not enough to suffice.Never enough.Not for a whileMaybe not ever.Maybe Tuesday,The hibernation, this coma, my heart will cease to be.The sky in justice does swayFrom apathy to empathy, an unfamiliar danceSend som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scartissue/302530/