http://slow.writerscafe.org/badwriterscramp The original writings of author Jordan Madrid en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776181651 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want the big toneOne enough to cover meIn bright, cozy sounds    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/425646/ Tears can be rose pedalsLike sweat from the hearts toilMore than autumn’s chillTo dull the edge from winter In every utterance, frozen pleasureThat kissed away the summer heatAnd formed on ample lipsOnly to breathe the coldest winds A stagnate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/418049/  She is a kissA milky dreamA sliding phantomThrough my mind She is a touchCoursing into meLiving in my veinsSitting like sweetness there She is like breathSetting me afireDyeing in my lungsChanging me   She is sweetnessSi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/418048/  Tears can be rose pedalsLike sweat from the hearts toilMore than autumn’s chillTo dull the edge from winter In every utterance, frozen pleasureThat kissed away the summer heatAnd formed on ample lipsOnly to breathe the coldest winds A sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/417516/ Dreams reside, lingering selfish in my head And sweet images leave fragrance upon a dusty bed A reckless creature besieged a heart and waits Wariness lulls my head unto this pillowed gate  A face draws near with pride and dawn to rival thought Twinkling like morn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/415957/ Listen to the silence, it thrashes Rattling away with a dull drum beat And there it is buriedDeep inside my head Talking, chattering, forcing lines of thought  Scorches mark bare white walls For hours I sit…waiting Naked to the lies that made .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/413835/ I breathe; it tastes like dust and sweatI pull it in my lungs as cigarette smoke Accented, the taste of whiskey rolls inside my mouth Hot blood pounding, drumming in my head My vision spins and ripples tearing at beauty Humanity distorts, broken along the botto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/413827/ I love this time of year.   When spring, which was sorely missed, begins to come fully awake and is just barely laying its delicate hand across the landscape.  Trees, which were only skeletal forms month before, bloom shaggy green manes that waft restlessly in the breeze.  The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/413820/ My knuckles have already gone white with the strain.  I’m hanging onto the roof of a car and both front windows are rolled down, giving me a place to hang on.  My face, pressed firmly against the cold metal roof, betrays the slightest of smiles.  My left arm throbs painfully cau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/badwriterscramp/413819/  She says, “I’m sorry,” but I don’t care.  It’s neither the time nor the place for such an apology.   At the moment, I’m not thinking about how it pissed me off.  I’m trying to stay focused on driving. 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