http://slow.writerscafe.org/santosa8 The original writings of author Derieux en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009961 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Influenced by the song "Amour" by Rammstein http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/674076/ Passing through onward underfootUnrecognized, stumbled and tread upon Grounded, grinded by the mechanisms of disdainShrill screams muffled to murmurs cry outResounding unsounded to each earWith rain falling to unfeeling eyesIndifferent silence is all that replies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/673276/ Continuation of the poem, "As I wake from the dream" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/511068/ I want readers to envision two separate voices specified by normal print and italics while the words in bold are spoken by both, like a haunting echo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/502855/ After a week of sleepless nightsI’ve been lying here all afternoon Trying hard to sleep for the past two hoursAnd as my eyes got heavyThe two upstairsThought it would be a good time For an afternoon layI hate these paper thin wallsBut somehow I feel this is Karma having h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/455051/ Alone here at homeThe light shines through my dark roomI am thinking to myselfWhat a beautiful day it must be like outsideBut still it’s exhausting Thinking about itDealing with themThe drawn out processesLosing, gaining, entertainingDealing with all that etiquette I mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/455049/ It was not a pleasant surprise when the moms came back from workI should’ve heard the keys jingling at the doorwaythe footsteps creeping up to that very roomBut I didn’t amongst the booming passion Now since thenBefore the moms left the house she’d ask“Are you b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/455046/ i’ve been sitting here, for too goddamn longstaring at an empty page, with these  wordsin bold; telling me to go f**k myself, so I intend to go about that advice literally-cause it doesn’t look like im going anywhere as I sit in this sultry apar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/439220/ "A tribute to my college" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/438792/ Hope, you are the last bullet, in this high caliber. But when I’m aiming down the sights, that’s when you backfire, leaving me awestruck. And there is that timeless lifeless expression on my face saying, “What the f**k?” Now that I think of it, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/436764/ My computer crashedIt was a blessing in disguisethe only thing I'll missAre the blood shot eyesStaying up all hours of the nightReading lyrics And skipping porno scenesTo amass the perfectCollectionMy computer crashedIt was a blessing in disguiseThough I lost all my favorite .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/436449/ 1.      All I can doIs feel amusedAs you can’t stand the sight Of this wandering pariah 2.      Shut these eyesTo look awayFrom the sightsBut there I layIn a prison With all the same visi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/407564/ Flash to the nights of September, A red moon rises,Past a cityscape on through North Bergen.Seven counts, now for the hit n’ run Driving ninety-five,To streak off the car’s new look.Life’s good and your only twenty-four.The window is do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/399002/ But you go where i dare not followFutile it is the hate you carryBeauty fades with each does you swallowFools are far less so callowHeres hate, a suicide,a dying heart.The Death of a love so hallowed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/397192/ Burden myself with obscuring liesTo bend these envious intents, these slightsOf no more deadly an affliction as to loveOh Love! This caricature of malcontentDeter ambition, Destroy me!For what is left is but an echo of the DestituteFor Body, how am I not to loathe t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/392363/ We stood gazing, helplessly, across the sable seaStars that shone. Oh so bright upon the midnight sky We held close as not to lose ourselves,To this coming tide, as waves beat against the shore.Each one, a dream, to ripple beneath our feet For.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/santosa8/392362/