http://slow.writerscafe.org/InfiniteMadness The original writings of author Mek & the Infinite Madness en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776180098 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The ground was heavy and the air was dense. Time clashed with logic to pull the sun up again. She breathed heavily while broken thoughts lingered inside her chest. All she wanted was to understand......Crowded streetsand empty roomsintertwinewith everyday lifeThe sun may be goldenbut it doesn't alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1131164/ "...God save us!" That's what's written on a dirty wall down the alley of a forgotten heaven. Though she was too young to understand the real essence of the phrase, it sounded like a plea hanging by its neck. She held her headless doll tighter......The Creationof heaven on Earthwas necessary It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1131162/ ...The world is a comedyon its kneespretending that everything's alrightSpreading the hatethrough the teachingsof loveand we love this hypocrisy becauseit gives us the reason to blameIdeas clash in the confusionof sunfiresthrough never ending circlesand the victims are weElectric blue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1131160/ It must be the waning that somehow made the sky dull that evening. He could have ignored it if not for the stars that resembled the sands that he took to quench his thirst. He feels the nostalgia......She hears a silent prayerat the back of a vocal thoughtThe whispersare sometimes the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1131149/ ...Six feet beneath the cognitive dissonance and dogmata of pridestands a manifestation of a transcendentpresencedenied and deemed as hoaxby the iconoclasts of a rogue generationIndependentfrom an abusive world's viewit draws us to a deeper consciousnessthat evolvesinto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1131148/ ...I triedto stay under theradiance of the lightWhere everything can be seenand lies were forbiddenBut I wonder why fear suffocated my breathand the dogs glared at me in my sleepand their howlsdevoured my dreamsThey said the crowsnever shared their feast with the vulturesBut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1131147/ ...In every street there are marks left by footstepsRemnants of an unknown taleSome are even scarredand some are distinctthat we perceive them as specialand hold on to themso desperately because we never wantedto walk aloneWe fear a lot of things and we find security in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1130753/ There lies a small town situated in an idea beyond man's point of view. He seeks the courage to make that step towards a recognition that it's time to let go. He remembers his first bicycle ride......Reaching the starsfrom a transcendent void is a journey that defies her concept of ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1130751/ ...Four wallsand a drowning soul wandering into wonders of the dust fed sunBlank stares kill the time and he'll never know what could have been if he had it the other wayAngels weepbefore they turn into stonesand losing becomes the triumph of the devilSil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1130556/ She views the world from a point where time transcends belief and the city lights shimmer like diamonds in her tears. Someone calls for her. She tries to ignore. "Not yet..."...He didwhat he could...AlmostHe stood at the brink of a free fall and saw a struggle bled todry......She flicks he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1130555/ ...She used to be a ballerina in a time whenJesus was stillfreeMan was the anomaly that ravaged her for the sake of power and the irony behind itWe blame the heavenswhen the moonlightspeaks ofsadness that feeds the malice of hateNever dida fabricated smile mean any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1130553/ ...Strange that I felt itA concept beyond choicethat unexpectedly transcendsexpectationsAn idea that brought forth a longingWhere one is a victimentangled in the webA happy ending that some of us see asjust another myth and a search wherefew ever succeedIt's probably the lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1130552/ ...There's madnessin the skythat forces a screamAn attempt to fill up the empty spacesin the airDesire falls apartwith the world as hope floats beyond reachHeavy things fallin the dark and making the right choicedoesn't alwayslead to something that would make us happy...The pain&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1130546/ I sense a story in YouLike a myth that has beentold throughout the agesI see a golden fieldto glide uponblades of grass... Unscathed andtouch the velvet petals ofsloping hillsRide... Ride with the unicorn beyondclouds of never ending eastThe melody issolace... Suspendedin the air andthe sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1129665/ ...It's not aboutthe sun and the sunshine it bringsor the chirping birds or butterflies or the smile that clingsIt's not about the clothes we wear and not reallyabout the choices we makeNot even the alcohol we drinkor the regrets of a dull morningIt's not about the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1129664/ ...She stands outin the middle of chaosas the sky drowns in madness Her existence fills upthe heavy holein the night and Her red dress sways in each gentle blow...At the edge ofechoing human desperationHer eyes glistenas She says"Let go..."But we are sometimes fasc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1129662/ He spent his last moments under the rain. Those raindrops reminded him of the songs of a thousand voices in his head. He had hoped things like these would stop......She sensedwickednessin her dreamIt wasn't time yetbut she struggled for light......Flood came like washed out memories. He remembe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1129661/ Dead rat...this place smells like a decaying dead ratThe stenchfills up your breath haunting our sanityDesperate for controlyou pull the stringshoping to choke usAs we laugh at the howling windknowing that you areemptySoon the day will endand we'll pour ourselves a drin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1129657/ ...I remember the dayswhen I used to climb trees and looked at the sunwhile wondering about butterflies and their yesterdaysI remember a time when the wind taught me to flya kite and how important it isto keep my feeton the groundThe earth used to smell niceI remember t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126743/ She sits at the corner of a dusty room just beneath the ground. She tried to touch the bruise on her cheek but the throbbing pain was too much. She now believed that she's alive......Seven candles and the sixth reminds him of mommyif only she's herethen the flameswould lighta better eighth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126742/ ...The sun was dull that morning and the colors of the landscape were washed away by the restless wind and scattered shadows. He knew that the valley is only for the dead. He hesitated to walk on......She had always known that dried leavesnever enjoyedthe groundmaybe she's wrong......The a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126741/ ...It was on the streets of 96when we started to livethe usual days with an unusuallifeThe first fires were heavy and coldbut as time had promisedall fadedto a numbWe raced the sun to cheat tomorrowbut Shenever cameThe pursuit was futile but intoxicating enough for us t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126740/ ...One heartbroken into piecesfragments ofseven demons of my devilStill waters never caredthey only worry about ripples...disorder to createcontrolAnd the wind is as dry as bones in a darkened roomwhere the angelsmournat the death of a candle...MekMar09 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126739/ A tormenting sun burned above the vultures that circled above his thoughts anticipating his fall. His lips were chapped. Dried blood is the proof. This must be hell......The subtle growl of the skyhad woken her and sometimes...most of the timegray clouds are the alternativesunrise......The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126738/ 3 am... the clock had told her. The morning dew was still taking its shape and the dream was still fresh in her mind. It lingered like a kiss' after taste. She wondered..."Miles of 8, 000 Kisses..."he started to penbut it's too vagueand the deadare nottalking today...Strange... that dream was strang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126737/ ...Some people live their liveswalking through dark alleysto save theirsanityfrom the threats of what seems to bethe suspect of a usual doubtAvoiding the pale light that flickers with every blowof a dictated systemThey breathewith their heads downand the only thing that makes them par.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126736/ The neighborhood is pretty much the same at 7 am. Change never existed here anyway. Gossips are the morning coffee and no one reads the paper anymore. Cigarette smoke is heavy in the air…...She never enjoyed the taste of eggsor bacon at breakfastshe seemed to be in deep thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126735/ If all else fail then perhaps it was never meant to be......Forgetting is not easyNever was and never willLike walking against the fury of the windmade by loversthat forces the scent of kisses into running veinsthat opens up yesterdaysSo I lit a cigaretteand walk m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126734/ She wore a dress that reminded him of the blank spaces in a midnight sky. Her hair flowed playfully with each gentle blow of the wind. Time stopped when She took a hand......For a momenthe thought he heard a songin the middle of the chaosin his headBliss........Seated on the ledge of a rock overhang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126733/ ...We look up to the sky hoping the heavens would hear our pleaNot to seek for somethingthat cannot be found but to have somethingthat would save usfrom the agony in each drop of tormentedsanctityAlmost into a screamwe utter this desperate cry and we mournfor the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126731/ ...A desolated wolf howls at the circle of the moonPainting a silhouette of thoughts within the black that surrounds the nightResisting solaceand the calmof a melancholic drowningthat shades the lightwith shadowsand elusive doubts Heavingan isolated reveriememories of a fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126729/ ...I am thinking of somethingSomething I have never thought of beforePerhaps it is nothingMaybe the sun will still rise without even lookingat the thought and birds will build their nests at the first sight of springAnd maybe... just maybesunscreen will bring us mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126727/ The winds never flew with distorted wings nor feared the crow's caw echoing in the twilight till proud Man came......The Seas drown themselveswith the ale from their bilefeasting flesh upon flesh as a ravaged lady mournsfor her daughtersand sonswere fed to the fireTomorrow is losing into a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126725/ ...The air is thickheavyburden to the souland every beatgasps for light to flee from a blinding chokeIt's a nightmare of visionswhen you see tomorrow will never breatheYou suddenly recoilto a memoryof the days when the air smells like the seaplaying with the shoreone painted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126724/ ...The idea that there'ssomething elseturns into a dreamof rising suns and tomorrows of what seem to be sweet flowers that bloom upon meadowsbeyond crystalhorizonsShade of a butterfly's wingsbrings a cool breezeand a calm found only in the eye of the stormA glimmering hopein.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126294/ ...If only ink never dries upthen every dreamwill be written to remind us to walk our pathIf only whispersscreamin times of a disturbed calmthen maybe there will be a smilefilled with laughter to spark a new hopeIf only silence never burns cold after a faded joyper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126293/ ...There are those who dwell in a worldwithin a worldFilling every voidwith their new found faith 'til everything gets jammedDistortion's a crime and preoccupation is salvation from the painThey fear the graveyard the way they fear the pastand they don't listen to the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1126292/ ...And so we breachthe tainted glassthat obscures usfrom the realitythat we've been seekingNot all agrees and sometimes we are brandedas hereticsdeviated...From the stake we burnand we burn brightnever a scream of painTriumph is the heartbeat of our souland to every shattered pieces o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1125204/ ...Drownedby each wave washing the shoreof the ever shifting sandsColliding memories with the rising tidesand a kisssupposedly sweetA bloom in a whispersunsets of dawn of an intoxicated trustDecadence of the heartcouldn't fill the voidwith the skiesof the nightas the pain in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1125201/ ...I look at the starsupon a midnight's blue of a purple bloodSeeking for somethingthat would clear my headin this walk back homeMoonlight's dreamof a cool summer warmthsends confusionof a shivering embracethat cuts throughthe sanity of my beingAnd I wonderif this will everf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1125200/ ...Different huesthey separate the heavensfrom this worldFaith is a fragment from colliding starsBeliefs were twistedinto a prejudicing principleof those who are worthyand notSlowly consuming us from withinSelfless has its own irony to tell and sometimes the only way to free.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1125070/ ...Fallen on bended kneesupon sun-soaked soil of lifeless rocks and dustthat feeds the fearof a shattered dreamArid is the breatha strength into the fadingtorn by the woundsBleeding...almost dryLady lacuna in the breezeplays an ariaof an eerie silenceEmptiness in each noteand nothing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1125069/ ...You've been climbing that treefor quite a time nowYou're wounds were healedscars concealed by intoxicating arroganceand I see you up there enjoyingelevated by the wind as it gets inside your headYou remind me of writers of golden tongues and golden pens who&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1125068/ ...City lightson a distancereflecta melancholic danceof fireflies drifting the streetsBlack metallic cases walkand nobody caresFragile as a glassthey talk about tomorrow as black clouds embrace their dreams and the flowers were never tended anymoreEmotions areWere...And one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1124502/ ...Her eyes paleas she stares at the night skyof a moonless dreamWondering if tomorrow's worthanother breathShe speaks in a monotonea dull whisperof deluded sanity"what is worth to tellwhen nobody listens?"Disarray of lightdarkened hindsight...blinded!Succumbed into nothingnessFailure&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1124501/ Words...written and bornto last immortalitySacred as the moon as the sunas the timeto endless shifting sandsupon waves and tidesand sunset painted dunesMemories of an eternal breathinga home within an abodeof solaceand serenity of a starlitmidnight skyCool as a morningdewa butterfly's wing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1124500/ ...Seven days of crawling beneath the heavenshave passedthe sun of a pale warmthseemed to have forgottenthat I am still herePerhaps I stayed under the shadow for too longor the shadow devouredeach cryand fallen into deaf earsI cried for wateryou gave me salt for my hungerLoo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1124348/ ...They have been with usfor as long as timecould rememberLingering in thoughtsin every dreamsShattered no morefreed from the masqueradesof a systemdictating us allWaking to a hand-choked tomorrowthat will never be oursso I longnot to be like them...yetBut to know the things behind ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1124347/ ...There lies a planein every page of a blank bookwhere the colors of voidtranscendinto a tranceof a silent darkBeckoning a truthdetachedfrom chains of pridebeyond the burdenof the earthbeneath an old treeinscribed by manCascading candle tearssignals a quill of its time to journeyinto worldswith the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1123956/ ...Elaborated kings fill their bellies with goldwhile their wivesdine with princesgiving the spoils to the jackalsbehind the shadows of their king's throneThey ignore the meeknailed on the crosscrying for nothing but waterNine inch nails witness the blood spillas wolves ravaged the ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/InfiniteMadness/1123955/