http://slow.writerscafe.org/timcampbell The original writings of author timcampbell en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173074 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 do you pity me?i can tell what you thinkwhen you’re asleepyour head’s in the cloudsyour head to the sideyour eyes are still openbut you don’t face medo you pity me?at the end of the daywhen we don’t speakyour fork hits the plateyou’re done for the nightyou get up to lea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/672219/ All I ever really wanted folded hands, a dream of something.A good-bye before you leave and a gift to receive.All I ever really wanted was a pair of lips, a pair of hips, to kiss; bliss.All I ever really wanted was a cup of tea, your honesty, honest-to-goodness company.A floor to sweep, a house to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/548755/ you picked me up to show me offand i embraced you till you said let goyou said stop stretching, that i don't fityou just wanted me to fill that nichelike a new hat, like a new solein a different light, in a different holei was absract and left you sorei bruised you, burned you, cut y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/426557/ if the heavens had set a limitif the heavens had set a goalsome unspeakable barrieror an unmentionable tollthat to be passed must be paidor face the fear of falling downwe wouldn't be able to riselike plants growing from the ground and we started off as little seedsour roots.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/416322/ i was looking out into the night, into the pooli was waiting for a waveto come crash over meand take me downi looked into the waterand saw a man there andhe was saying to himself"just try and work your magic on me"and i turned around, but he was thereand i saw in hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/407177/ i need new valves tobe able to pump the blood i once didand to love againi've got this ruptured walland i'm gonna need you to patch it upbefore i fall for itcan you tell me howmy heart's been enlarged for so longwithout me knowing?and while you're incan you please begin to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/396852/ he begins to drink at half past fiveand really starts to feel aliveso, soon he hits the slot machines through gambling, he's found his safety. she's always gone, and no one knowsthat she's at another man's homewining and dining with her "husband-to-be"by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/394335/ there's nothing i can do.i guess i've really fallen for you.my recent dispositionhas come to your attentionand i hope you like me too.i hope it's not too obvious.i don't want things to changebut i want you to see me.i don't want it to be differentbecause it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/394330/ aimlessly wandering the dockthe wind suddenly stoppingleaving behind still watersengines sound noisilyboats roar past meripples quickly become wavesa gentle breeze caresses merocking me to and fromemories of a lost childhood revealedclouds sail across the sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/timcampbell/394328/ there was this itch inside of me, this feeling: had to be free.and when it so happens of course, it's like it always was before.did i really do this?was this how it was supposed to be?was it really you?or was it really me? 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