http://slow.writerscafe.org/MVMcCabe The original writings of author Ninja Empyrean en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229271 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You just might find yourself in this, and truly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/2162126/ Poly or experiencing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/2157844/ The moment you forget yourself - The path becomes a pattern. Faces become family and - Movement becomes blood. We hold onto numbers like - Malnurished children - We are guilted into caring for - Forgetting our names. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/2156451/ A twin flame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/2020170/ People often seem robotic to me.I wonder in what direction they are moving.I am lost in the binary communication between them.Because my motion is full spectrum.I drift between romance.Quickly and with anxiety.Because I chose not to be symbiote -But rather charged individual.Do I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1935110/ Motivation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1206836/ My Hormones Brain & Behavior teacher said it takes approximately 26 seconds for a forty five year old man to reach an erection from a flaccid state, 14 seconds at twenty seven, 2.6 seconds at 15. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1141233/ Two broken people trying to patch thier emotions with the most simple of glues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1141185/ Short Installment. A bridge really... the history of Dekk and Hazel presents itself a little softer here after a bit of discrepency. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140041/ Not too toot my own horn, but I like the imagery in this scene... violent, strategic, dark... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140036/ Moving on... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140034/ Just something im writing on, in the style of Richard K. Morgan (Altered Carbon) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140033/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140030/ Music, Pain, and the Cure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140029/ Submission... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140028/ Daydreaming of you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140025/ A little dark erotica... S**t. Tie me up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140024/ An extended metaphor that calls me to view my own motions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140023/ For my father. A stubborn, moralistic, preachy, concrete and loving man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140021/ Anxiety & Depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140020/ A bullet and a body. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140018/ I was adopted and wrote this before I met my real family. I never saw myself in the mirror past myself; heridity, having an obvious visual aspect. This poem became reality for me in so many ways. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140017/ Sometimes you can see the damage in people through thier smiles; thin cracks in a beautiful vase. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140015/ Real passion makes everything better - or worse. Sex, pain, laughter, even fruit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140014/ Puppy love and summer nights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140013/ Sometimes, my thoughts arent mad, just dissapointed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140010/ You know who you are, your a good girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140009/ Transendental goosebump generator. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140008/ For some reason, one day, I wondered what it would be like if I were a geyser. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140006/ For my mother - A very special kind of woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140005/ A vision. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140004/ You dont love everyone you mesh with. You can love the way they move, the way thier lines meet yours, the way thier mouth hangs open, smiling, pulling. There are many "things" to love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1140002/ A painful past tends to blame all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1139995/ Love as war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1139992/ Angsty love poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1139991/ Half-assed, regretful... love? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1139990/ I wrote this after missing and waiting for a bus at the 5th and Missouri MetroLink station in East Saint Louis, IL. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MVMcCabe/1139986/