http://slow.writerscafe.org/pyxsis The original writings of author Chole Voce en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776039921 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 how many times has it been uttered? 'but i loved you...' the trail end of the sentence renders you a flailing sparrow, wings clipped and broken neck. oh little bird, nervously picking apart the past year, week, the last night you curled into his curves-- your heart is not a fortres.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/340581/ Your hair,Coming out in clumps.The drain was clogged all summer,With yellow strands fromYour delicate skull.I know becauseI watched you decayBeneath the pines andUnder the sky, too clear.The skin of your faceBecame sallow and lips turned blue,As nothing left your fork,As ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/304892/ my heart is a yellow flower,can you hear it breathing?nothing is moving in thequiet night between us.premeditated intentions lose meaning,and practiced smiles fade--i dont know what to do with my hands,what to say, how to be.you are like a foamy sea,deep and wide;i can get lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/293186/ Do you find it silly thatI order chocolate milk instead of wine?When we go out fine-dining,I get all the sweet things,Nothing a true woman would buy.I wear your sweater in my sleep,So your smell translates into my dreams.My hands are small next to yours,And I feel so much like a kid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/293184/ i will make love to youin the warmth of a naked garden;the sun above, nothing but us below.my heart soars, it's a quiet bird,it's wings tipped in blue.everything i need isin your lips, your touchon my curves,pale as a gutair.the walls of our housewould hold good kinds of secrets,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/293182/  Your skin next to my skinMakes my heart shiver, makes it shake.Hands on my back,Lips forage my arms;Are you looking for somethingIn me?I won’t hurt you, gorgeous girl.The thunder seethes and the lights flash on,Flash off,But it’s silent and dark in here,It&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/271731/ Some days hereIt rains too much, even for me.I’m afraid of the green—In my dream, my flowersClawed at the windows and ran too deep.When there’s so much rain,The worms crawl up,Up on the asphalt, up on the streets.But when the day is bright and soft,All I can see a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/254436/ did you ever decidewhat i'm made of?i know you areindecisivebut won't you tell me already?look,i used to hold whole suns within me,my skull overflown with sand.but i'm not so sure anymore--i think it's more likei have posion where my blood should be,it stings and burns the skin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/229059/ Rivers floating down to the seaglass shattered in my palmsi've crawled in the summer skyand my bones are weeping ruby tears.withered stars talk silly things to metell me the ocean will swallow menow ive gotten past the laughs of singing, ramshackle hooks;a herd of dancing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/227229/ oh this listless merrimentwrenched from our hungry mouths,how it reeks ofangry bile.what else can i doto hum the goodbye to you?my tounge is dead inside my head,it moves not when i try to saydont leave;come back to me.the snow comes down in frothy spats--i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/227228/ I like to think of myself as a sketch, but i know i am morelike a mirage. Instead of bold, dark strokes, i am shivering, shifting lines of violet and cerulean. Knowing what I am, I wish to change; To rewrite my gestures, recast my thoughts. I yearn for my beauty To be in the in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/227226/ do you sink into the ceiling when you feel like a weightless nothing?i gaze at the grass and hide my eyesin the green.i'm a painter who rips the canvas,a lover who makes hate.fractured skieshover like old age.the shadow puppet ballet dancers are airand nothing else,but why do the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/227225/ i went to a w***e in bora bora asked her my name, gave her some cash and sent her to jive on the island at night I never saw her again She's still out there grooving to galactic drumming Take me there with you miss wilderness, lonesome and free who do you answer to? only the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/227223/ Turn up the silence, tread the water up to me. do you see the silver screen's gold? Tiny nuggets in the words. mY SUBJECT is myself. My devotion is life. when will they intersect? my obsession is living. where is it buried? The mind, the heart the soul. The extremities or the cor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/227222/ the taste of your memory is bitter,like the way his lips are bitter,like the way this winter is bitter.mother placed a chestat the end of my bed,she said it had my wedding things,but i know what's inside.it's full of brakeables--a mirror and a vase andthe gentle shards of bottles... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/219463/ asleep in a spoon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/219439/ Don't i wishi was tiny and small,that i could fit in the palm of you hand.curls down my shoulders,waterfalls you may bathe in.i hate taking up spaceand i wish you could lift meas easily as a cloud.im nothing but a memory maze,the turn of a page.i used to want to be with you,i u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/206543/ i want to carve away my fleshand see the boneshe has to love meor else i will disappear.light and air.the cold is pentrating, chills rattle my teeth.sleeping and nothing else.will you crawl into bed with me?i want you to lay with meuntil i fall off the world.the windows are fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/206539/ like endlessness doubled over,a human history of passerbys.i can't quite get at the center,nor can you or anyone elsebecome the better.leave mebroken or torn or full or lovedbut leave me notlaying herelooking after youas you enter the air.and i smell youafter you've gonelik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/206535/ the lovers they swaydelicate in harsh bony times.deep breaths and the strech of tangled limbs,your skin cast white in the afternoon rays.the lonely hours are all spentwaking in the dark.i can see the lights of a city night,and i sleep under summer pines,and fill my head with hopes th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pyxsis/175700/