http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ostar The original writings of author Martin Ostar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776101788 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  They tell me to writeoptimistic poemsHappy children going to school Because they love it.Policemen who believe in justice. Honest politicians."The trees aren t dying".They re just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410069/  What spirit do you feel?Neither faint nor standing on solid ground. Fascination can have its toll. Why did you lure me in, Just to spit me out. Into the den and out in shreds, Am mystified and empty. A professional stance keeps me sane, You have engraved yourself in me. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410068/ Gnawing on woodThe splint pierces my skin delicately Pain, suffering, wound inflicted You watch with blood delight Your claws reach bone Scratching away the meat of my desire Do you care if my heart is still beating While you  devour its remains There comes a time To build.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410066/ The moon wavers in the light The birds sing to their delight In the gaze of the old face We let the darkness be memory I sit  on a park benchFighting my indifference Staring into space, into the sky I have  stopped thinking When I do look back A picture of you evolves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410065/  She sat in the chairSmiling at the voice From far far away She heard those sounds The echoes of the empty walls Saying nothing far too loudly She has a glisten in her And in her lips A taste though distant is distinctAnd she smiles as your name comes up In her memory or w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410064/  Dream to fight the night,You child of the sun. Colours of joy and life are in you. Almost mute melodies sound in the grave mist, While you contemplate your next path. The beginning, the spring, Killed and dried out. The end of the dream, Shows no growth or learning. To beco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410063/ You hold me awake my crushIs it your indifference that thrillsOr your being both fascinating and distastefulYou are a familiar looking strangerA twin of what I love and often despiseYou make me think and hate myselfBuilding up strategies I will not dare to utiliseYou guide me to wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410060/   There is a bell that mocksLove is full blind relyingA strong, painless blowing upOf sense and functioning sensibilityThe chimming is thunderSo I'll take my quiet life of handshakesThe devil's touch of no surprisesWander along the embankment of lonelinessMy final affai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410059/ Still is the night I think of youMy betrayal is deep inside meI am not unfaithful nor have I thought wrongI have longing, I have urgesTo experience, to witness, to liveMonotony is the death of my eternityI wonder and find minute adventureIn the way a wrapper slides along the groundTr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410058/ He lives to dreamWaits for the silent demonWho awakens when he is asleepIn our outside corridor.He hugs our doormatThe replacement for a pillowAnd that what was on it once.The smell of alcohol exhaustFills the dark staircaseI hear your steps when the door hasn't been locked.Lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410057/   I want to beWhat people call successful,I want to beWhat people call famous,I want to beWhat people call rich.I fight to beWhat people call successful,I fight to beWhat people call famous,I fight to beWhat people call rich.Now I amWhat people call su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410055/ My heart is cold,Resistence is down,Fate is in control.No will, no defense,Just a mass of flesh,In the middle of a toxic society.The masturbated earth's only hope for survival, nature,Has long been overthrown.Imprisoned by the masses,I follow like a zombie intoA nightmare called .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410054/  There I was drowning my thoughts in a glass of rum and Coke when out of the corner of my eye I spotted her. Jennifer arrived. Oh what a great surprise! As I should have known, this still struck me – a hard invisible shot to both eyes. The alcohol paired with my recent failure to become.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ostar/410048/