kruser23 | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/kruser23 The original writings of author kruser23 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040466 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 your last name will never change How could our lipsCome so close (andThen Leave)              Without a kiss?How could the ringsBeneath our eyesMean anything less                 &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/524267/ untitled There's a two story dreamNailed together at the seamsBy the ingredients of a Modern day fairytale. There'sA story of hearts fastened Together by fuckingBy lovemaking and luckFate and hate. Joined by Hands and coins thrown Into wishing wells. BloodyHell, bloody mary morningsAnd pierced bodies andPier.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/521445/ burning at the mistake The camoflage key to my Heart, hidden just belowThe surface of a kissIs still there, right whereYou left me hanging The cold climbs my collarSlithers down my skinSets me shaking, and i Sit, looking out intoAn open ocean tide with Waves the colour and Motion of you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/434707/ with only a smile Silent strikes the clockAnd the diagnostics of thisBody are as helter skelterAs that Beatles songSkin swimming in andOut of skin, and a Heart  tick  tock,  tickTocks along with a bobbingHead, and dancing eyesIn and out of focus asThe lights loom in and outAnd out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/370547/ the difference between minutes and moments Blue jeaned and shirtlessI sit wasting not only minutes, butMoments, feeling nothing Grey plushed skylineIs like sleep pushing at my eyesLines of static fighting back I can almost hear yourPresence elsewhere; stories youUsed to tell to impress My a new boys eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/343907/ papiercut photograph Pictures of  a girl andI. Stories of a war. The shotglass heardAround this little world. A song like shrapnel; EyesLike a fogged and frosted winshield I can't see a thing  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/342587/ lying on the lawn of a hospital town Only Edgar Allen PoeWould know             Right now  Why this bottle of wineI bought is s**t and sweet             To the point Of making me sickOr why.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/339873/ Someday, i too will fall. Someday, i too will shine I HAVE WISHED TO KNOW WHY THE STARS SHINEI have dined with the moon, i have eatenThe best parts of my love; spitten out What i can't stand about myself. The moon is likeAn unwanted, growing belly, and the stars spin drunkIn fear of what might become of freedom, of love Lust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/338157/ i know when you're alone you don't think of him, you think of me, tell me you think of me Burt's Bees, andA better understandingOf what sea strungCold can do to skinLet alone eyes, andHeartI need a drink andIt's only three in the afternoonAnd this tee shirt wrapped aroundThis ribcage is little shelter fromThe coldEven when paired with henley and Hoody.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kruser23/337705/