http://slow.writerscafe.org/PabloAlexander The original writings of author Pablography en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002132 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 From a Brain in Malta http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/336924/ distance between usthe length of a barrelexhalethe moisture as you heaverustles my hairspark a memoryremind mecold steel evil toolmerciless when necessarydecisive trigger fingerthe same that entered youmade you smile blushturned to fearsome painthank you for the blamejudg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/336922/ My Aunty Pat came over with a magazine where she suggested I publish my poems here in Malta. It was pouring with rain though she still came and gave it to me, all drenched! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/326685/ Sorry for the amount of F***s in this one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/321288/ You could appreciate, but never wholly understand. No matter how small the village you live in is, you can always step into the car and drive till you have no more will power. If I tried I'd probably meet my uncle or father's friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/321287/ This has obviously been inspired by an old coldplay song. Which in turn was inspired by the telephone directory, Yellow pages. So...... This poem has somehow been inspired by the yellow pages. (true Story) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/321284/ One of the few I had time to write whilst I was on holiday in Spain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/321281/ Imaginethe sun is settingbirds chirpingyour hair rustlingyour there lookingthe sea slickcolours of every tint and hueyour spine chillsjaw dropsyou see hands wavingnot welcomingdistressedin dangerblood boilsyour heart pumps fastadrenaline smacks youyou look, frantica.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/316676/ Where's that red make up when you need itthat rouge lipstick to make my lips look plumpover my face i'd goyou would see a smile why are you always upside downdo you have to tell everyonelet me actI'm good at itit may be a frown how come only you see itno matter what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/316571/ I am not racist but here in our tiny Archipelago we have a problem that is pretty real. I live in Malta, it's a tiny Island under Sicily. Probably smaller than your own capital village. The best place to live, the worst place to spread your wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/316196/ I'm not always so negative people. Please don't think that I am a neurotic paranoid creature that basks in shadows feeding off peoples ill-emotions. I am generally quite positive actually! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/316195/ Symmetrical parallel linesrunning across the once upon a time treebleached churned pressedcan’t help me Ilike an addict with needle and skag in handlook over your shoulderno one looking turn the cornerinto some dis-used alleyor behind the green skip smelling s**tf**k it w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/315941/ Please don't read this description till after you read the whole poem. It's long, take it slow... I don't want to give away the essence of this poem. It's very powerful, to me at least. He was a beautiful boy, just ask me if you find any gaps. I will ex http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/315929/ On a vacation to Poland a very dear friend of mine took some impressive photos. These images just got me in a trance writing. I woke up and this poem is what I found. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/314452/ It's darkcan't even see what I'm writingbut i need to and I amit's hot inside at nightno breeze tonightthe devils hoarse vile breathrains upon mestill, very f*****g stillon the deckchairglass of cold watermay well be full of vodkadrown methis framedoes nobody goodi often.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/314450/ beach towels hanging to dryrepresent us like flags of nationsplaced randomly on the steel green fenceMother Stripy colourful and full of lovecool blue but still hearts come through my brotherTulips show where your fromrandomly arranged yet always a smile to his facerelaxed with head se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PabloAlexander/314447/