http://slow.writerscafe.org/Isolophobe The original writings of author Isolophobe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986495 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Violins, violins, she smothered me in violinstold me close my eyelids, I agreed in silenceplayed a game of trust ending in violencedevastated by a play on words, someone sound the violins.I would die for her, she was more than like 5 friendsamalgamated and placed before my iris.Violet, violet, you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1140185/ i have been searching for lovefor such a long timei dont know if i can stand stillto draw such a straight linei know i'm bitter as salt and limeflawed by designa traitor to your better eyesa soldier waiting to diebut i have been searching for lovefor such a long timei don't know if i can keep my cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1128192/ god's got a god complex.america's got an military industrial complex.god is cognizant of his faultlesscharade; blessings with sins for disguises.you don't have a soul.you are a soul with a body,so I've heard.I say you don't have a face,you are a hole with a mask.American, unpoor wasteful kings and q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1014143/ Bourgeois b*****s attentive only to aesthetic interests, saying no to good menwho dont coagulate your superfluousconfidence. Congratulations on the indefatigable obstinance.Can you crown yourself? Can you clean up this mess of inconsolable boys and men who have fell from your handsand became.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1012909/ too much advice, too much advice, courses through the head like lice, makes it difficult to live one's own life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1010507/ Accept the commonality of being somebody's mistake.They have.Accept being the bitterest palm of salt;the sleepless pillow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1008271/ what i knowsome dirty ugly secretnot something to talk aboutyour washboardyour puppeteerselfless and innocuouspush me asidethere are others begging for youqueen of her own detailsalmighty idiot, silently, enrapturingi'll adhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1006079/ I dont even want anyone anymore. Every women rides joyfully around the blockWith her new man, hearts of boys of days that are goneSounding off the concrete like faces getting punchedAs they’re attached to the back of her carLike cans after a wedding. Feeling more abandoned than Sartre; my god .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/1006045/  is a sure thing, surer than love from a woman, sure as death and taxes, surer than breath on your cheek, sure as bumping bones and car accidents, surer than an emphatic hello in the morning, sure as sin and civil decay, surer than employment, sure as fight fights and divorce settlement.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/994701/ Try to calm down. Cant.Try to be there for a woman. Cant. Try to love someone. Cant. Try to have a good f*****g day. Cant. Try to be a good man. Cant.Try to be a good son. Cant.Try to be a good brother. Cant. Try to let the anger go. Cant.Try to be easy going. Cant. Try to get along with peo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/982147/ its too bad you think you can only love a scab or a scar, i was a broken limb waiting for you to cast me into your arms.i was waiting to settle,the men you choosewere waiting to heal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/981824/ Starve em, teach them discipline.When you can't eat, how dare youbeg? Have some dignity, Starve.Cut the programs, cut the bullshit.Promise the poor they will liveIf they tough outStarvation.Freedom will ring! High on itshill: high like those who can't findhappiness whileStarving.Let the bell of libe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/976049/ I cannot, butI suppose timemust.A note to my burden:careful there, upon my back,rooted in my heart,setting your lodgings sostiffly upon me,careful -- for you are losing your shape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/967885/ RIP all the impulsesI had to murder, put down,suffocate, and annihilate becauseshe doesn’t want me.Farewell to all those that could have been born if someone else did. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/967616/ you are a burdenon a rusty spine.no lie, no lie,take the guilt.live with it.i will exit this holeand feel flameor gold at my feet.I will see heavenor I will see hell.Something has to change.There are brighter sides to life,but I don't have the salaryto afford any.It comes down to this:how long do yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/957817/ you owna segmentof painin myheart. tocontinue livingand stretchthe lengthof itsdecay wouldnot bethe actof asane man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/957028/ ...the cause is common knowledge,but can you save yourself?you wail like an ambulancedriving through a tunnelwhen you orgasm.I'm not a savior,so can you save yourself?These opinions are all common knowledge,but we're losing our fingertips in the rain --lethargic hands grasping the thin...the truth c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/956437/ I.Don’t mind me, I’m just another suicidal, self deprecating, rape considering, sexually frustrated poet in need of a hug,an intellectual handjob, a wife, and a warm meal.It’ll all be over soon enough. These instances are begging for forgiveness and they will get them in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/955296/ Love the ones you know.Look their terror in the eye,and console it.Otherwise you will be the disconsolatemember of decrepit age with manywishes to reach back and grab just one hand.Yoni may sing and rap abouteating p***y,but he will not taste yours.Morrissey may have lost faith inwomankind,but you w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/949407/ Men forgiving menfor being a little more promiscuousthan other men then creating a norm of being highly sexualized as a men then women get usedso frequently thatthey too become highly sexualized andwant their excesses to be publiclyacknowledged and accepted but all along the wayno one says there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/948449/ Never going to watch anything again when I masturbate. Sick of nude women, sick of their s****y opinions, sick of misogynistic men, sick of their s****y opinions, sick of people faking love, sick of their s****y opinions, sick of casual women who think pink expresses some reservoir of creati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/945608/ I am infested with want.And I hold myself withinAll the time.I make efforts at easeand stillness; but my skinitches -- "where is your touch?"it says.Suppose you were wrong.Suppose you knew not that you were wrong.Suppose there was truth unobservable by your searching gaze.Suppose my male gaze struck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/944130/ the corporate brandedchildren: ah, they're sucha delight!fine, sure they have theemotional capacity of an ice cubeand their trust in the worldhas a half-life of the samewithering, petite body...but, goddamn,if we should be proud!:let it f*****g rot!, I saidat the top of my repose;let it f*****g ruin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/923506/ go away, you f*****g imbecile.what you don't knowoccupies reality to its brim.i wish to keep you away from me like toilet paperafter I'm done wiping.You sit, redefining cloudsto convince you this momentdiffers from the lastwhile you know enough wordsto disguise how little you know.YOu are empty of i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/904547/ Take me to the age group when people are reasonable and aren't slighted by the prospect of infinite joy like the young are.Do this for me, or push me from the passenger seat of this vehicle and let me ricochet off the concrete until i fall apart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/902496/ It would surprise youso much that someone maycare for you,that you are willing todisbelieve the fact.How might I quell theassault against selfwrecking you from insideif you cannot evenconceive the possibilityof a person wanting you?How might you knowhow much good you can bringto my desperate island,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/892018/ ...a counterfeitburden thatweighs on uslike infinite,dolorous deaths....a birth ofloss taking all eternity to finish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/892015/ I sought love,I really did.But I wasThe only one.The women, myLoves of untouchedWisdom: they unequivocallyRaised standards soHigh; they needAnd deserve well,But to longFor the perfectionNo one canAttain -- what crimesWe commit thatThe law cannotPunish.Look necessity inThe eye of overprivilegedYoung .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/891914/ Hate the player, hate the game, curse out the ref, throw dirt at the audience, blow up the stadium, kill the broadcasters after flashing the home audience your erection, burn the jerseys, lube and screw the ball, and loathe anyone who claims you should have done otherwise.The game.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/888333/ Wilson is an middle aged virgin who has adopted a son, who is now at the age when sex becomes of central importance in a young man's life. Wilson cannot figure out how to approach the subject matter of sexual relations. His son, Arthur, continuously hints at the fact that he has been alone w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/888332/ Howard Beale, you were on to something; youhad life down to a letter with the sole words:"I don't have to tell you things are bad.Everybody knows things are bad."So I say to the unwelcoming ears of disinterested youth, extolling the humidity ofwasteful love, the cynical old, their crusades ofindigna.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/885667/ Woman,bored am Iin your fading wholeness.Yes, I too learn.And I love you,and I feel it now:love is an involuntarily learned lesson.So Bjork sings "It's not up to you,it never really was"Animals mate, being pulledby the magnetism of their genitals.And people shriek in the absence of company,crying ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/885665/ You are like a dog running beside master, chasing nothing, seeking nothing, doing for the doing to be done andyou can say you did. Fool, you beautiful fool!Where might you better spend thought than here? What heaven do you think you will be the first to discoverwhen sunset after sunset,you eke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/885663/ We are all gonna die one day. Blah blah blah! Behold your youth, injuries are impermanent, stationary objects. Hoorahhhhhhh, yee f***s. We are as invincible as yesterday and we live there grippingit like an all too hard to finish last meal.Blah blahhh blahhhhh whaaatttteeevvvveeeerrrrrr. Let&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/885662/ I've become one of those people. yes. and you've been whoeverybody else is after they graduate high school:one of those people searching for an endpoint labeled 'beginning'.  easy on the eyes too, so men make it easy on you.do not get ahead of yourself:there is no integrity in warring with the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/845298/ The look in her eyescould makethe devil's littlelonesome jealouscoward enragedentombed desperatefickle fascinated fascistfucked fooled futilely lovinglost longing rotting heartrest to the beat of the lord'spatience. There is discomfort abound;there is hell in trying,but I don't care.You, love, could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/837086/ I'd like to start againeven if I can't beginanew. One man'scourage (dispensedat the rate of breathe)is another's necessity.To remain old in fashionof coffin wood is the strongdigesting the weak. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/837085/ we’re out of S***s to give. May our lives succeed in inactive infamy; in selfishness; in lucid purging of wants to save self esteem;in eternal death of depth and vigor; in studious flamboyance as subjectsof our own vapidity; inisolation; in nostalgicaddiction; in fear; in inanity, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/833247/ brushed myteethcleaned mybeddusted all thewooden surfacescleaned all thedishesscrubbed thetoiletwrought to shine thebathtubwashed mygenitalswashed the rest ofmethisactwill be the whitest of deeds;this act, sans the blood,will make me shine likecountertops in commercials.I will be fine. Fine as g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/831649/ babycome calm me downlike a storms passingmama raised a beggarbabycome terrorize thisfeeling into leavinglike my fatherbecause mama raised apeasant barren of belonging.babycome raise me frommy upbringing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/831239/ dead are thosewho mistakeyouthfor life.dead -- they young -- will be those who, when 40 rolls around,think life ran off somewhereand what theyhave builtis an artificialfossil made ofdust.get thee frommy vicinity. I am all ranfrom, ran from allbut death.Let us quit the aversion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/831221/ I was struck with you,DarlingI...wellYou were...well ...I felt we were such fecund sourcesof relieffor one another.You in your abstract refinement.The beauty and humor of a angel.How I laughedat what was not evenrisible,but striking nonethelessbecause you uttered the idea.Chasing your tail,I've watc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/830828/ Oh slab of awe,you bury yourself on the surface;keeping all hints of identity far, far away from the core of your being.on display is the ditzy,free(vacuous) mindedlittle girl playing hopscotch onGod's eyelids.Don't wake the beast.Don't disturb the truth.Don't let understanding meet reception -- sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/829360/ I'm a lazy lover;I know.But I want to try for you.Give me hope.Train me to see the certitudeof the Christian faith;I'll have you for my messiah.Show me lonesome poetswith husbands and wives;Show me vacillating stoicsonce more beginning to feel alive;Show me desperate womenwho howl all through the ni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/829287/ Live with me, won't you?I know younightly tempt yourselfwith deserting this mess --this society ransacked with despotism --and entering the earth's most blank regions.I know your televisionis the onlyanimate beingin your apartment besidesyourself (sometimes -- sometimes its one or the other which is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/826086/ What’s wrong �"Cat got your kitty -- the pearl and self-fomenting cell of your womanhood -- ?Or hasyour wanting usto remain a you and Ibeen a consciously willedeffort? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/825189/ Have you any idea what equality is?I wed myself to youin the wake of your sorrow;and you leave me laden with heavy ideas about could be's.Lady, let us not be solipsists:the endless what if'sare burning holes in my heart.Alas, the prospect of my lonelinessdoes not keep you here -- the process will ek.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/823776/ I have been kindmostlyto idiotswho then claimI am too kind.Too nice.Too ----Yes,I should have stepped away from the ledge,turned,ran,and leaped.Soaring throughstill airlike the flailing fistsof husbandsbeating regretfulwives.But no,no, that is only poetry.I beg you: make me an honorable man.Give me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/823254/ Carry yourself -- let usnot pretend, cheap lover.The organ playing itselfin a cage in your left breast: it is not carrying the right melody,not for you, not for me.soCarry yourself -- let usnot pretend, cheap lover,that beyond the melancholiais a forest where our loveblossoms like desperate children.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/822832/ -- Have you any grace, God,you will fill me withvoids.For I am already collapsing.Do what is just and end me.We are equalbut of differentdepths.A man exacts powerthrough the forcehe exerts;a woman: thelove shewithholds.Darling, oh darlingYou may as wellrun like hell.My lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isolophobe/822827/