http://slow.writerscafe.org/GrassHopper2684 The original writings of author Jae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984088 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bleeding flowers of fireI walk with eternal desireDesire for the song of starssurrendering their breath to the cloudsthe gods linger in our sacred spacefor a thought on the lips of despair is sugar to the ears of the massesferocious eternity willing for a muse to sitnude and be sculpted with th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/1146975/ They swirled around herghostly fathoms in forest garbs.their glasses filled with the souls of departed thoughtsand raping kisses.his voice trumpets his victoryover the meek existence of boundless energypulsating through his tongue like sweet electron clouds.but oh the softness of her breast wasnot e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/1146974/ Ferocious ghosts dancelingering to devour you through smoke.rhythmically opening young secretsonly to drink in the decay of your soul.winds scream in a repulsive tonguesweet symphonya thousand tiny, languid moans worshipand chantbut drunk death, lazy with lust urgesfingers on bare skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/1146973/ Voices scatter in the windlike ashes, like glitteroff of a little girls play tiaraspreading disease like wild fire.disease of the heart, mind, and soul.Hollowed chests and coquette-ish noteswandering the earth like ravenous spiritsTransient peoples with black eyes and silenceare the freaks who deser.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/1146972/ She twirls a Marlboro in her skeleton hand.The butt of it, stained with strawberry red lipstick.She spits on summer nightsand eats the brightest stars for brunch.And then maybe a child's heart to satisfy for lunch.With her fingernails, she traces galaxies on her bones.Maps, charts, and ending with t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/1146970/ Inhale the sky through blue lips stained with lace. Your innards sore from sucking in buildings and the corpses rotting in your liver. Your eyelids quiver and are seduced by morphine promises.  The worlds smalled violin plays as your ribs shape themselves into a golden cag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/778531/ Please ignore any misspellings or punctuation issues. =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/778517/ JudgingTormentingFightingWhen will it end?HallucinatingThinkingThese thoughts I cannot comprehend.The violenceThe war The peaceWhen will the blue sky cease?Color in the white with pencils!Can I add lovely color to this world,when I am but a stencilformed from two X chromo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/701719/ The vains from thr orchid drip necter,A cue for the song to begin. An orchestra and mistro. Th esoundwaves strike the body, impale the body like a million stakes. You bleed purples and blues. Beautiful orchid hues.Like the constant drip of a leaky faucet,soulless beings rise up from th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/701712/ The gypsy is a lovely creature of the woods.She wears multiple skirts, tops, many pieces of fine jewelry, and bells.Small bells that tingle at the slightest whisper of wind. Her dark hair falls down her back and face. Black smudges of heated coal line her eyes, a mysterious look is constantl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/642470/ I sit there, in the darkness.The room is void of everything but me and oxygen. The ringing in my ears hurts, like a shot from a nusre who just cant seem to find the vain. The ringing is persistent. Begging me to acknowledge its exsistence. I stand, or attempt to. With no feeling of equilibreum I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/605728/ There is silence, besides the low hum of the air conditioner. A piece of burning parchment fills the air with a swirling smoke. It reminds me of grey dragons, intertwining their winged bodies in a dance of eternal life. I hold the no longer burning paper in my hand. I blow on it to see the faint, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/602330/ What do you see when you look at the person next to you.? Do you hate them or like them? Well me, im the schools social outcast...small school. We have the standard uniforms of polo shirts and docker pants. I'de rather be wearing black tripps with and orange outline and my favorite darth vader t-s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/486324/ I lean down, my victims neck exposed like a deer to a tiger. My tongue escapes the boundaries of my lips and licks the salty flesh of my victims neck. Funny, they are not really my victim. They volunteered to allow my this pleasure, how sweet.   The thought of what they must taste li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/486322/ Silence in the classroom, Silence in the court!Pound your gavel!Make your judgements...Dye your hairSit in a corner Listen to your Ipod GET LOST IN THE MELODY...~ MAKE YOUR VOW!!!!!!!yOur vow of SILENCENever speak and be heard again,,take this page, this si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrassHopper2684/479375/