http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lindsey_Diarose The original writings of author Avoiry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011515 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  There is somethingthat must be said for those who harbor a knife so deep in the act of mutuallyassured destruction. Never fearing the dis-figuration more than the possibilityof walking out without a scratch, only to bare the blame. Holding onto the scarsas if the sun would die out if t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/2091870/ Ready steady go...Into a world of tricolor vibrationsYou blur into me and I buzz out to yousinkingtrailing lingering in laughing silencephasing through object permanence As reality deconstructs 3...2....1..welcome back  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1960876/ Just a thought while walking home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1946575/ Love is too bigFor us It cant be kept backIt cant be bridledAnything you push against it It just swallowsThere is no other non tangible substance that can do thatTo envelope all the bad things to cover and hide and embraceLove is just to big for people For usAnd that's why we hate..Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1903748/ Audio recording and upload >> http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1894079/ I'm sorry for feeling...I promise, i've been tryingTo make it stopTearing at these heart string fibersCrudly removing them while they knit so finely from the opposing sidesLonging to meetIt gets exhausting hiding the holesSo i'll smile for you, if it will keep your eyes on my faceDon't blink...and m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1891375/ Just thinking about an interaction with someone i know with glasses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1884005/ Inspired by a gaslight anthem song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1883021/ If the day was auspiciousTo claim you religiousYou'd be the patron saint of liars....Trading your tongue for turpentineYour words for minutesBreathes for excusesAnd steps for favorsHoping to miss an electric kiss <3..........BOOM.......... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1880972/ Self destruction or adaptationSynchronized delusionsAn utter displacementOf who and what we are  Breaking bones to increase flexibilityA matter of fracture or fusion Coming so close But far too Human http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1825459/ Open youOpen MeYou'll seeWere so different internallyYour spine is missingand where is your heart?I can see your myocyteBut wheres your dendrite?You register no painNo gainMy hearts in my throatand im broken at the kneeBut don't fix meNo needPlease heed Seal me shut A few stitches will doperhaps som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1309048/ I have anxiety and it gets worse when there is no set route of action. Just wrote this little tid bit about unscripted exits and goodbyes. Everyone says it differently which can lead to some anxiety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1289034/ The pillow beckons sleepThe smell of cologne Obsession But the person who wore it is gone“So long” We sat in the gullyIn a smoky stareBefore we lost it allWe were there The future was silentThe rings were tossedWe lostTo t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1281054/ And for all the things that i have thoughtI've only found what i am notAnd of the things i have becomeI would not wish on anyoneAnd in a place i sit aloneI mend quite wellA broken bone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1279897/ The room looks at the peopleThe people look at the floor The floor looks at the cealingand the window looks toward the doorThe door looks to the house The house looks toward the streetThe street looks toward the cityAnd i just stare at my feet.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1279893/ Love hotlinewe have just the man for you!do you want tall and handsome?or short and stocky?Do you like them light or dark?Do you want him with a accent?Should he be a gentleman?Or do you prefer hard to get?Should he open doors?Or would you rather do it?Do you like them smart?Or just your average joe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1279890/ No you don’t know..How could it be expected for the us to know about the themAbsurd, is it not? This theory of existing beyond existenceThis thought of being more then the mold that made usAnd yet we are rude enough to think we did it all…We did it all&hellip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/1279887/ There was something stranger then strange and more awful then not on that day…yes that day, you know the day I am talking about and do not be so coy as if to act unaware or aloof about what happened.  You are not so clever and I am not so kind as to let you forget the workings of it. I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/803385/ We are of the same pageFlipped and fingered carelesslyWe are of the same brandPoor but well woven on the seamsWe are of the same leagueJust in all our frivolous crimesWe are of the same placePast the bridge and three blocks downWe are of the same loveStill is but not quite movingWe are of the same m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/796671/ Beautiful is As she was Stone cold Super stained Strung strong And there she goes As she is Far fold Feeble Footing Forced Faces Such is the quarrel Of shared spaces http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/796670/ Your hands were like something from the TV A fleeting feeling Imaginatively appealing But we don’t know each otherAnd maybe that’s where it’s best Just like the strangers on the show We can just switch it off when were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/787097/ 1843 Revelations street­ at 1:21 A.M. since no event everoccurs at a convenient P.M. a spool of yellow caution tape is wrapped around anicely decorated white Victorian styled condo. It looks like a place of wealthand money with all it’s fine trimmings and perfect paint. The cops are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/705098/ mass romantic boy, must think it's tragicgirls got no soul in those shoesNothing to lose To youMass Fanaticmust think ya quite fantasticYou got them waiting in line but you are not the way to goNo way to showAnd the days go onAnd your best off goneand the times goes onso long Mass Romantic you aint .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/696795/ Its state of the art to believe in new world order it's state of the artto act like you don't careit's state of the artto have a new opinionits the art of the statethat leads us to despair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/696764/ I let go long time backFloated down into the androgyny seaFacing new types of me And views of you tooAnd while they were watching usI was watching them too  Can’t say im clear as the skyIt was raining on the moon tonightAnd the man that was there wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/696762/ Pet projectsits in the windowminding its cuesas you chooseto play with the projectorand takes a better suited hand in staring at the wallPet project does as it shouldnever overbearingat the lack of caringto be worked on as a point of leisure to the creature it waits for pet projectcan not feelbits a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/696760/ More of a prose thingy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/694324/ They sit in the street as the twilight fades, choking down their smokes as the memories linger in the back of their spines. They were not a king or queen of this broken down town , perhaps a joker and his jest at best. They had no gems but their arms laid scarred from the battles with life itself. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/604989/ Watching makes you coldfrozen to the bonethe shoes to the floorand stuck you arewatching Waiting makes you soreaching to the corethe heart with a swordand pierced you arewaiting Wanting makes you oldcracking to the gravethe body to the bedand dead you arewanting..-LS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/592748/ If god does not redeem the angels when they cry do they live a lie?of petty strifeis their faith on the edge of the knife to be split between between us all?when we fall..Is it wrong that i feel quaintWhen kneeling before a saintMary of the stoneHuman hands fingered out a throneFor father to sit sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/579020/ just some thoughts due to personal dilemma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/573510/ whimsical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/566702/ I’ll give you a ring a little deadlier and far morerestrictive than the one you wished was on your fingerI’ll give you a break but not the kind you love in the summer,the kind that leaves you crippled and downI’ll give you food but not the kind you care to eat i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/550193/ thought on dimensional possibility http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/548368/ As we stand in this spacelets remain as you and ias me i am fineas she i am wellas her i am complacentas us i am numbSo as we stand as you and iyou may remain as youor if you prefer i can call you sirand him or he will be just as perfectbut lets avoid becoming a weas i and you are doing just fineas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/546914/ Thinking about the feeling of lost roads 0-0. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/545451/ your such a noisy soulbut your hips dont swingyour shivering in your quilswhat a prissy dancer you aredemanding my vocal scoreswhores of w****s ill give to youmy soul you keeper of desperationi got no shoesmy throat runs coldim Isis on a bad day miss me missesbut i got no kisses for youtomorrow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/512013/ i'm a gambling manso i do what i cani ain't got no woman to hold me tightor start a fighti think i'm living righta man of the land i amI don't shoot gunsor ride horses at nightA man with no nameThat runs the wild tameRoulette with the windI've sinnedDon't need a knife to mawGoddess gave me clawto ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/509652/ Three feet deep he laid face down a blanket of snow covering his wake. I couldn’t save him..but neither could you. It was too late and for these sort of accidents there are no funerals. If only you could have been more human , I could have forgiven you then. You came into this world with the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/508391/ odd thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/506303/ I drank down the poison of the drink just to stay beside youFeigning my sickness To make a stand with loose rocking horse heels Stumbling over my own convictionsAn old  shanty canvasWheezing at the heartProtesting our foul crimesagainst Her..against Him...Cried out again in silence demonst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/501946/ Weird little lyrics. I don't usually write lyrics but i think this came out more lyrical then poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/473600/ I’m a casual sinnerI don't march for dimesAnd I don't recycleLeaping bed to bedWith acrobatic finesseA skilled artisan of the human trade I trample antsAnd conquer classroomsSpeaking liesIn snake like tonguesConvincing and connivingA vain masked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/472255/ thoughtful poem about a similar existence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/471950/ Wrote it after watching Ah! real monsters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/467428/ thoughts about the wind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/467325/ Would really like some insight on this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/466408/ Just a thought personal wise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/462036/ some one told me to try to write lyrics >> thats what happened http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/462031/ The days chime tartHer fussy fret leaving his eyes to the gallowas the wind buffers him astraysuch cool cats lay lowas where the smoke bloomshe'll go    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lindsey_Diarose/462030/