http://slow.writerscafe.org/eso587 The original writings of author eso587 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You taste of cigarettes and wineHe does tooYou're much olderBut darling thats alrightBecause he's older than you. I could never love myselfI could try to hate youI could never love myselfI could try and blame you. But you don't understandYou don't even try toLover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450465/ The sleeper in the valleyLays there sadlyAs he dreams of a Parisian cafeAt the turn of the century. No I don't remember them-The lead poisoningThe bulletsThe blood in the streetsAnd my mother "The horror, the horror." The sleeper in the valleyLays.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450463/ You lack the clear distinction of elements my friendAll you can do is promise to look into it again And how you sitHow you sit there (con  tem   plating) From here (.)To eternity (.)  Inspired-He sits there and he washes the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450453/ I am heAndHe is she. Love. Like a fast food. I want himTo be myPretty painkiller. I will carve my nameInto his chestI will carve my nameSo that she wont ever be ableTo forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450450/ Spoon-Fed- Black and whiteWithout you I am nothing. Chained to a bed- Stars and stripes Without you I am nothing. Crazy thoughts fill my head- Soldiers and straight jacketsWithout you I am nothing.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450448/ We are all pseudo-philosophersDriving around in our fascist carsDriving to the very bestOf the Berlin BurlesqueWith the Fuhrer (I wonder if he's holding?) Oh it's 1933 and I've got the most striking yet pallid toneHe bought be a new pair of shoes So the we cou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450445/ TheSoftParadeWillContinueInTheRain, ACityWillBeBornOutOfWords & I knowI knowI know.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450443/ I am the writing on your bedroom wallsYour hand on my thigh,Apathy seeping into the atmosphere. I wait,They are near. I am a scream&I am a whisper. Starless & fatherless,Like PlathOver a hill & you listen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eso587/450439/