http://slow.writerscafe.org/chemicalyouth The original writings of author j. w. lodwick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027297 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Winter lurks in the growling sun; alas, a burning end—just a time before, nineteen ninety nine with rumors of demise,rumors of the end, the end is here! The end was here!my eyes fondled your portrait face, and short brown hair;the words of growth flew right through you as though .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemicalyouth/455356/ I fly on diamonds; we dance in azure seas,and float within the wraith of another, we,ask of the demon to allow our sacrifice“ah! Take my soul;” sip from the glass,give, give, give to the dragon;he’s hungry, and they form lines—like sacrificial séances o&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemicalyouth/455352/ The sinner’s seas swirl in forgotten dreams of her;the magnificent her—she who bears mine heart,a flick of the paint-brush, a dab, here and there, poetic schemes for sure;pain, and pleasure in hues bold, and blue, Words forgotten, words so true, singer sung for her,lyr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemicalyouth/455348/ Long wind, comes rolling infrom a place where the dead learn to fly,an angel speakswhen you don’t try to listenand the message could only make you crycan only make you cryDon’t forget to ask her for when,the knight turns from castle,will the demons lay down and die?an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemicalyouth/455346/ Cold, concrete beneath my unclothed feet;shards scattered from the mirror between—worlds, ah, worlds,speak a little, speak a little, speak a little, speak a lot—and when; lady, fair lady, she’s home again,[s]he is alive, alive!don’t doctor the day (persuasion of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemicalyouth/455345/ Two fifty eight a.m.Moonlight;reflects faces within the halls,I see these faces amid hollow places,and recite frames of silent fall—now,their names; I can’t know them all,but they watch with burning eyes,haunted walls amid haunted night;crept like slow-twisted insanity,wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemicalyouth/455344/ I have this box and the contents insideare all of my secrets and all of my liesI colored it green and sometimes Isit upon the roof and ask god to fly.The laughter’s deceivingtonight I am leavingthere is nothing to believe inhe’s gone and now I’m dreaming.This bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chemicalyouth/455343/