http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dzdncnfzd The original writings of author Tony en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051766 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It would have been rightto say that the ice was broken.And so there we stood; each standing at an end of the crackin the glazed water, too wide to crossFor a second, I almost tried.  I almost started to,but then a thought dawned upon me;a thought you might have had as well.The thought that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/1229975/ I may be crossing over a line, but she's thin, crazy, funny; she blows my mindInnocence can pass in a moment, whether you're 11 or 21And just because they teach and preach that it does nobody good, it's through lies and exaggerations - so believe who would? Not II'm just having a good timeIt's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/1225814/ Out of rest the body laysWhile onlookers expect decayClose inspection leads to findNo single hint of vital signsLowering me in my graveMy living soul, you now depraveSay your final words aboveScoop the dirt, remove the gloveTwice the sun arose and setAnd not a reason to regretDarkness then fills ope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/1225813/ I've copied and pasted this from an account that I held at another site years ago, and to be quite honest, I've been pondering for some time now what I meant by the title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/1225811/ Not-quite-mid-life-crisis http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/763463/ We do what we think is right Sometimes it helps us to see the light Other times we gotta walk through And leave behind all the things we knew Reaching new heights Reaching new heights We try to do some good Sometimes better than we thought we c http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/379287/ Ciphened the gas, the tank is corrodedCan't drive an inch, the engine explodedThe green paint is peelingAnd locked are the brakesSo faint is this feeling  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/353172/ I always thought that you, my friendThat you, my friend, were a perfect ten2 whole years through nonsensepassed and oh so fast but then againWho we think we are is just intoxicated analysisLeave the hole we dig ourselves,but awaited paralysisDid it get you alcohol or drugs?A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/353171/ He was right, that boyI didn't think he would beAfter all who believes the the poor, the unfortunate?But even when a little monkey is your only friendAnd maybe even more so thenYou learn to appreciate all of the little thingsShow me, I ask you, and only thisShow me the world through yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/351572/ If nothing else, I'd like to use my repetitive depressing yet inspirational thought to expand my abilities in different methods of symbolism. Analogy is obviously the direct link there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/350363/ This was my revision of the original. I decided against it, but posted it for a while to get a feel for other people's opinions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/350317/ Many of my friends are now in holes they can't quite climb, but their stories are unusual ones and this is more defined. I tried to make it something to which most of you relate, the city seemed to be a prominent setting for such hate - check it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/350296/ I can't deny I'm a little confusedFor lack of a better word to useI know full well my wits are backIt's winter in hell kid, cut me some slackThinking clear never felt so rightBut I still just may bring back the fire tonightMaybe they just didn't think it renownedOr write it, that momen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/349798/ The ground never looked so goodas now facing down from the cloudsComing at me fast, all the air is rushing aroundLoud, loud like the pound ofblood echoing in your ears, I fear it's allAnd words are small, even those you speak are quietMeek, cuz my heart is racing It seems like o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/349678/ It wasn't as obvious then, butI should've known the answer when she asked mestill if I did I would never have said You drop these hints I think I seeI can't speak my mind so drink with meMight grow a set, maybe regretSay what I think needs to be The first burn w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/349665/ This is the original "Waves," reverted from the new version because this is conveys my frustration a little better - it's organized while it isn't. If you've read both I'd love to hear which you think is better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/349657/ The product of extreme frustration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/349655/ Laying this brick down, I knowI can expect this building to crumbleBut its better to watch it fallThen never to build it at all See, I've tainted the suppliesI know you didn't mean to pryBut I have to lie when I never wouldYou're too good, and I've gotta try It's just o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343505/ It's not my faultI didn't listenbut it's not my faultHe told me all about herShe's a real nice girlhe told me all about herHe said her name's MaryShe's a real sweet girlHe said her name's MaryOnce we started talkin' we talked all nightWe really hit if offAnd a young boy wouldn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343503/ You're right, I'm off a little bitSee it hasn't really been my morningWaking up to the cold side of the bedWhen I didn't fall asleep aloneAnd it's 7:00 - just about an hour toget ready for workBut I'm still by the nightstand at 7:30Holding on to the IRS envelope recycled from my trash.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343502/ I tried not to mind the signevery time I crossed a state lineThey never do tell you you're leavingonly a welcome, it's a little deceivingI'm not coming to Cali, I'm just leaving homeand if I end up in LA, it's only cuz I roam I'm not going any place,I'm just getting to know my b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343139/ The earliest (to my knowledge) of my works. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343106/ What's the binding agent in our will to care for one another? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343105/ This picks up after Viking March, however the two stand as separate entities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343102/ Some soldiers march every day, to the beat of a drum that hasn't been struck in ages. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343101/ It's all too familiar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dzdncnfzd/343099/