http://slow.writerscafe.org/shrtrxfstrxlwdr The original writings of author Connor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776087587 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Curling dendrites and twisting nerves,Synapses pulsing to a primitive rhythmTo touch the true essence of living,to fulfill the insatiable urge. Look away, the mental purge,Dove right in to the storm surge,Intoxicated chemical receptors,Itching to grow sicker.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/634179/ Every sea, and all the landswill be the highway of my darling.Every star, and every starling,will bring daylight to her hands. Tides, and tidal waves, fallto the gravity of her flowing hair.Glowing sunbeams, and whispering streams,sing through her soft words.Every smile shall be seen,and every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/592962/ They say my colorwheel is shifted into a reverse position, and I mistake my circles for squares, and sqaures for circles. I sit in my room and watch orange tinted raindrops fall from the pastel orange sky. As the deep blue sun falls beneath an aqua sunset I sit in the middle of my circular room and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/578956/ I wake with a brain full of cocaine,the come-down is hard,i'm falling like rain.I never could, perfect flight,but i still have some time,to get it rightmy fingers are drippingwith another mind's thoughtsmy third eye could see,if it wasn't for blood clotssixty revolutions,and i still lost what i soug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/569686/ Quick and flash,lone and brash,the instant of heroics,or artists and poets,never quick to die,cheat death, so sly,steal your breathfor just a dime,the lush of forties,look back and laughmoonshine, moonlightthe stash and the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/562243/ My mouth is a river,words flowing consistently.Lips, an estuary,flesh-like consistency, in my body, memories,flow within my veins,the scary thing, i don'tknow what I'm saying.In my mind, things workedso perfectly, things dieso easily, who knewlife was so fragile. So we play catch up,backs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/559401/ Poetry is just music at its bare bones,so read me some songs that you wrote,and i promise to stay up all night,promise to stay up all night. The seaside, the sunset, our bodies alone,with the gulls we feel at home,and i promise to lay here all night,promise to lay here all night. The aspha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/554900/ Is this how its supposed to be?Is this how its supposed to be?We are just nervous skinover broken bones.Is this how its supposed to be?Is this how its supposed to be?We are just fragile kin,with alibis to hone.The alley behind 18th street,the money behind the dumpster.This is where our ends will mee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/554879/ Roman candles spread like spider webs, and sand beneath our feet,this is where the tide,ebbs and flows.This is where the flowers grow,this is where the river flows.Let's pour asphalt haphazardly,build buildings out of concrete. Burning like mad candles,the sky lights up, we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/553722/ Soap operas, glued to reruns,Locked in, not clued to the sun,Not moving, always on the run,Depression, handmade and fun.Emotion, bought at half price,Generic, still keeps me up at night,Junkie, and I still feel alright,Searching, hold my fright tight. Sing-a-long, to the theme song,Saturday, mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/549910/ I lay in bed, tight blue jeans at my hips, laying there, staring in the mirror at my reflection. Belt tight around my thighs, thinking back upon my life, where I had been, where I was going, the alcohol rushing through my veins and the tobacco bulging out my lip, and I lay there, thinking about life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/546587/ Naked, like we always seem to be,beneath sheets i trace maps onyour skin and lips follow the trails, paths and streets, curving aroundhips and thighs, reaching out towardsthe searching sunlight, creeping throughshades at the slow death of night,fingers like cars, following highways,lips attache.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/546446/ The moonlight drenches our skin, hand in hand, we wonder the streets.Blue eyes, I see the summer sky inyour bright smile.. Nights upon nights, wondering beneath city lights andthis feeling will neVer get old. Your body buried within my arms,and your heart beat keeps rhythm with m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/546423/ Conscious Injection,familiar abstraction.It's closer, closer.Creeping under the doorbeneath the shutters,it's moving, always moving.Is this as wrong as it feels,is this as wrong as it feels.'Cause this is good as it gets,it's as is as good as it gets.Is this as wrong as it feels,is this as wrong as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/542446/ Made love to siren songsand brushed lips with fire's embraceCan't resist the taste http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/541624/ Do you know where you are,cosmonaut in bleeding stars. The kid who could throw the stone the farthest,but you're going nowhere anymore.Can you trace that ugly scar,car accidents have looked prettier.The kid who could hold his breath the longestnow how does it feel to choke?And what'd you think .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/540391/ Amphetamine queen, with a touch of pristine,if we are young then we must be living,if it is sung then we must be giving,a piece of the sun to each verse and every lyricand it must be loud for all to hear it.Dusty roads and blistered feet,bicycle tires and summer heatwe'll never give it away.As gravi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/536110/ Wind touches my faceThe grass sways beneath my feetWalk into the sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/530944/ flowing waves of electricitythe surge fills nerves and capillarya burst free from monotone captivityfluorescent crescents glow steadilystars glow across the sidewalkstechnicolor bricks covered in chalktidal bursts fill my lungs steadilystatic waves induce euphoric insanityhumming along to disto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/529868/ sunset glowing softagainst silhouetted treesthe creek mumbles http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/528887/ drop everything nowhear the wind sing so sweetlyraindrops, my shelter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/528884/ move, twist, squirm and scream, resistinstigate, collaborate, do it, i insisttake a hammer to the grayest rockwatch the crystalline reflectionsof the sun inside, dive in, take a glidea trip through that which isn'tbecome florescent, i dare youif its pleasant, i hope it scares youthe rare, the change.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/525575/ superstar intensity quiets the concubines,the echoes have left, glitch reverb on holdand through cracks the faint light shinesseeping and flowing, curving like translucent goldgeometric euphoria places itself on my eyelidspasted to the back of each, shifting and slidingat the end where crumbling mar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/525114/ your smile so fakebehind black and white photographylike city lights, bouncing off the nighttime clouds, and purple skyso the picture lights up a sadder truthbruised beneathglowing, soft skin and flint grey eyesnot many can seepast an image constructed, so carefullyphone line concubinescon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/520547/ couldn't sleep againwatched the lightof the sunrisepour out frombehind buildings. spent another weekend,another wild weekend,doing whatever thei want without regard.head rested against the desk next to my bedeyes barely open,but unable to stay closedfor long. sleep has becomea rare, welcom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/514298/ posssiblee lyrics for a new band idea? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/514259/ a leaf weighed down by a heavy loadbeneath which it glistens green in the sunlight.a sprout bursting forth from the earthfirmly rooted, and reaching toward infinite skyin a field, surrounded by thousands, millions.sprouts all coming forth from the cold damp dirt.discouraged by the twisted old firmly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/508565/ the diamond alleysparkling, like stars embedded in asphaltthe cold air, brushing cheeksand brushing hairacross foreheads.the moon calls to it's starsreaching out from the asphaltthey grow and multiply, likecells dividing in a gravelly bodytiny rocks crushed beneath rubber solesthe crunchin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/506161/ i fall asleep into an alternate realitysome other, strange actualityand with these things, count on dependabilitydefeating sustainability,of mere scientific calculation ingestionand they search for where im runningto a place ever so stunningim coming home, im going hometo where i am never alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/505204/ running from the voidin an eternity paranoidrunning from the bleaknesslight shows up in streaks, blessedthe streets begin to creaseweeds rise from sidewalk cracksand all we need, is to adaptevolutionary function maintainedthe ever growing habit sustainedand its a war, so it was claimedand with cryst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/505203/ white wine, red winetwo silver eyes like a pair of dimesmoonshine, moon shinesittin' in a field doing nothing in particulartwo sticks and a lighterand the stars read me like a dictionarytranslate me through thick cloudsclairvoyance of the other worldtwenty cents in buried in the grassreflecting the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/502562/ scratching at the edges of this deep valleyi'm falling again down the cliff facereaching at exposed roots and crags and cracksdoing anything i can not to look downfunny thing i think, that i'm falling towards the skyfunny thing i think, that when i look up, all i see is foggy darknesswhat am i doing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/502245/ to crawl along the roadnewborn, and excitedto venture into deepest fearblows of the sea spray on tanned cheekbonesto crawl along the rockslookouts of the foaming waveto spread belief and to touchto inspire and indulgeto feed off of the most primalof instinct, the most innocentof emotion. to let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/502125/ grey skies, leafless trees all around mebrick apartments create valleys out of the streetsat the place where the two roads meetwondering down the sidewalk lost and happyneedles rise through the clouds and watch over us allreaching so high i'm conviced the stars will fallthis frgid gray atmosphere pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/501590/ blue sky circumference on either sidelost in a green sea, licking up the foamthese things seem so old, so stone, so coldwalking the shore of a big sur, waging warstanding outside on the sidewalk in front of an old weather beaten storethe city smell reeks the air and permeates the skinbut the pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/500924/ inhale, spit, cigarettes and dip tins provide me with aconstant intake of nicotineevery night is a search for alcohol with drunken muttered rantsbeing all to look forward to desire for weed too permeates our frigid skin andtired lungsi walk the streets in infernal internal wonder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/498453/ Pull us outFrom the bottom of a bottleHear them shoutA desperate fall from the shuttlePlanned defeatA captain’s ship to the scuttleA small leakA team’s decision in the huddlePull them outThe deliberate choice and the fumbleHear them shoutTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/492379/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/489751/  We pour into the streets,to the percussion and the beat.To the rhythm of the poet,permeated with defeat.He takes his seat, dust layered on his feet.Manuscript travels andweathered skin from Rue d' Paristo mountains of Greece.Wrote an epitaph in thirsty sand.Twisting to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/487709/ my article for my college newsletter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/480046/  I dream of rebellion,of birds and trees and suchof fresh air and free love,of drunken romantics and a child's antics.I sleep in a mattress filled with the future,uncomfortable and stiff beneath the pastand smiling, awake and staring at the clock.I dream of my people free from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/451504/ Electric Red http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/446928/ Cry out, 'til our lungs shatter,china dolls in space our thoughts scattered in a placewe've never been before. We count the scoresof w****s in our minds plastered on silver screensand dancing in our dreams and so perfectso it seems, so it seems.A single thought to resurect a thousand rev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/446267/ Found existence in the hollow mecerebral orbit that you can't seeshaking fingers point  to nowheretwisting lines navigate your bodydrifting from the floor to your hairbabydoll you're not going anywhereYou play the game I playI watch, I slither day by dayshaking pupils they foc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/444055/ You fed the animals, stupid kid you can't get rid of us nowchanging the channels, the statics what you've come to expecthe kissed the freckles right off the back of your neckits creeping under my skin, straight up my back to my headpictures tell one thousand words, I've got some photos i'm w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/432706/ We slide down the wet boulevard with guitar riffs pouring down on us like a river to distant space. A ghost, sad and lonely, ciggarette burning between ravaged lips. He glides down the street in sad little steps, dreads curling around his lamenting, hunched shoulders. His face is littered with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/425794/ Vibrating glass echoes my vision.Hypodermic needles inject soundwaves.Frozen ice creeps up my spine.Blankets of audio comfot put my mind to sleep.Blank faces stare through the windowsills,the pasted on emotions follow me.Silence, then sleep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/423358/                         The entire world is the exact same thing put together in slightly different patterns, hence there is no such thing as death but, just a slight change of int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/421908/ don't review this on the lack of meaning if you can't find any. the point is to find your own meaning, i my self am not even sure of the intent of this poem or what was going through my mind at the time these words were typed into the draft box of my text http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/421893/ amazing, beautiful, profound and prolific, constant, oustanding, wonderous and absolute nothing, dancing with nothing on top of nothing. falling ever more in love with the idea, the sound, the state of nothing. what can be more fullfilling, then to have no desire for fullfillment. nothing. what can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shrtrxfstrxlwdr/416402/