http://slow.writerscafe.org/efyouceekay The original writings of author Bee en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012936 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hey you old faithful dog,Are you gonna miss me tonight?Through the lonesome cold fogCan't see anything in sightWill you notice when I'm gone?Or take a moment of silence for my despairMaybe instead you can reap my existenceAnd leave my memory bareThus a secret fortune songSingin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/393296/ A simple walk to redemptionBut something stops me on my pathOh once they've got you, you're never coming backA state of invincibility Beneath the great wall of infinityI relinquish every momentFor, the next one might not comeThey lure you with temptationThreaten you with a gunAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/393294/ The view from the bottomIs topped with flying white flakesOf smooth white snowThis is the terraceWhere all the wild things growYour back starts to tingleWith blisters of heatTripled todayAint this life so sweet?This regime's my religionThese prayers, my faithThere's a statue th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/393293/ Idle breaths, they say that's the lords greatest sinAs an unfortunate waste, a toxic light must beginbut this, these breaths are pieces of sound, images of pleasure, buried within holy groundvirtue say's farewell with such graceDown with the flames, god if i can't please yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/384865/ Tonight I am drunk with pain,starts from my bruised stancegoes up past my veinsI watch my skin turn redas I feed on myselfTonight I can be anything elseI made a flowing river of redas I sit still and quivermy desire wanes, hope grows thinnerTomorrow I will let the sea eat my soul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/349911/ weeping willows, as the branches shriek for the suncold drops come dancing on the asphalt the silent war has begunI'd like to know where it all startedbefore I await entrance to the endlooking for something to stop meas the anticipation transcendsthe melody hardensand I'm as weak as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/347780/ Extraordinary,these thoughts are as the page bites the dustYou seek reason                                     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/346708/ On the night that the sky is the blackest, and the rain is at its coldest, each breath you take gets heavier, each move you make loses its strength, each word you speak doesn’t make sense, when they call a dense road the freeway, a field; sheltered, remorse is a public affection of displ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/345908/ I sit on top of this rockthe rock below the sky, the moon staring downas I look into the futurethe image remains blank, like a clear canvasready for it's paint, yet no desire to pick up the brushthere it is, no desireim ready for you, light my heart on firethey say "no pain, no ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/345663/ Walking on the road, in between the trees, heading past those gates, sitting on my knees.Rejected or accepted? I sit before you a lonely shell. A hollow corpse, I lack expression, I lack emotion.And like a young child, I ask if I disappointed you, that wasn't my intention, oh please let me throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/345601/ I wrote a poem and it was called nighttimeabout the trees that swing and the bricks that rhymeand the kids that chuckle sweet smileswho gather around and hold hands around the fireand at the tip of that flame we were smoking away our youthdazed with the moon staring down, silky and smooth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/345599/ Aching like stars falling down on the concrete, as the ocean pulls me into a parallel universe, I am complete, pushed in the back of my seat, I am defeat, --I am delete. Your lips, they feed on me, eating bits of flesh, you told me my heart tastes the best, but we're all like the rest. Speeding cars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/345597/ Immortal, as if death was a bad neighbor.A neighbor with too much booze and music that plays way too loud.An interruption of your self-destruction hour.how dare he who knows so much not see the blood on the trees? the plead on the shoe?the expression of guiltwas written in thick lettersr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efyouceekay/345596/