http://slow.writerscafe.org/Xelanath The original writings of author alexsnow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775498804 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Despondent, engraven by heartacheThe vendor's machine spills no more.Verily, we verify our accents to thoseWho would steal our chocolate,But are quicker to condemnThe meek flower girl. SheCannot understand our scorn;Neither can I. Neither can I.Even when context is assumed, drawnAnd quartered, the f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/1544090/ I am alive! Now that I know I feel so free. Yes, yes, "the nature of freedom" and all that... but let's not spoil things just yet. Allow me my moment of joy, won't you?I realise that I am perhaps speaking to no one, but no one is sometimes the best one to speak to, no? You can never respond.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/584176/ But it still leaves the question, as it remains; what is this paralysis - this waking death - that cripples me, and only does not when I turn to confront it?Doth it play with me, am I a pawn to its orchestrator? Laughter do I hear behind the curtain, while flailing I burrow further into this terribl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/522363/ Preface:Don’t believe anything you're told.  I'm still young, in my twilight years. The vigour with which I write overtakes me constantly. And I speak, desperate for you to hear me. But I still write, and it is for you. They overlap. I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/478629/ I'd rather it stood as a piece of writing on its own; but for honesty's sake I will state that it is inspired by and partially a commentary on, if not a response to, Samuel Beckett's What Where. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/459858/ Oh so dizzy, dizzy Until it goes away.Again we findThat what we thought Was further from dismay.This is no time to be self-lessChoose your order, point.Come between it and theyFeel the lingering joint.Behave in a way that nobodyExpects nor ever fearsGrant a wish so that onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449077/ Look at them. Return to the page. Ignore the others. Smile. Do they think you're mentally unstable (worryingly psychotic)? They shouldn't. They suffer for their art. Why are they respected if others are feared, shunned? Personal bitterness? No. Bitterness has no place here. Gazing provides.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449076/ What is the point in holding On to a negative youth?When existence turns it backThe fragrance exposes truth.The world, an entityGiven life; it did not takeWe modify the boundariesWe know; it is not fake.We exaggerate, but are realAlways with a dare to feel Evil, moronic, sarc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449075/ It is written in the starsmeetings and meetings in barswe'll laugh and play the gamethough it's always the sameThe air is tightnobody has the right to tell us anymorewhat it is we're doingwe're only young and poorWe prefer when it flowsforget the feelings in our hands and our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449073/ To overcome deathWe must first acceptThat life as we know itIsn't what's left.Visitations by infinite forcesLead us to be deludedSoDreams may tell usAnd we think we deserveBut we're caught upIn wishful valourAnd hopeless verve.The result is ever closerThan we first thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449071/ If we are ruled by desire then are we not surely ruled by a pursuit of what we want?And if it is what we want then how can it be bad? To be a slave to desire is only bad when an aversion to slavery is introduced.It is a misuse of terms.In this way, if we exercise choice just so that we can c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449070/ To be deep is not to be mature.Maturity is akin to sublime immaturity.While to consider deeply is a symptom of the process of maturing, it is a means and not an end.To continue to have deep thoughts is thus a sign of immaturity, an inability to mature.Acceptance is king. Bigot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449068/ Who am I, that I have done something, been somewhere, met someone, or that I haven't?What makes me different or the same?As I think I see; a space where I am blind.Who is in my mind?How can I know the past, when I am living in this moment?How can I know that I did anything?For now,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449067/ I was thankful that I was alive, so I dived.I reasoned... "this is life, this is being. Have I taken life or was it given to me? Never-the-less I am it now, I am one, alive and - dare I say it? - I exist."Yet this in itself does not mean that I am obligated. Not least because I know on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449066/ What have I doneWhat can I doWhere am I goingWhat can I prove?Are you proud of meDo you know who I am?If you speak of meWhat do you think I'd say?When I'm goneWhat will you dream in my place?Why does my mind matterIf no one will ever guess?I should concede while I am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/449064/ A short abstract narrative. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Xelanath/444561/