http://slow.writerscafe.org/mash. The original writings of author Benjamin Seymour en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995335 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./704664/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./699545/ Still working on it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./693046/ An Experimental Prose Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./690654/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./683444/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./680644/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./679567/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./679557/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./676145/ They sat across from each other, neither holding the others gaze. Their drinks, one copa de tinto, one canya, sat there, untouched.“So” she said“So”It was infuriating to think that they, who shared everything, hadn't the words to express what they wanted to say. Frustrat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./441675/ I'm not sure what, exactly, rankles inside.It doesn't seem rightThis being here, alone.It's like a fishing net, cast over the side, brokeThe links holding it severed,Without once feeling the pressure of a catch. I'm not sure what, exactly, makes me feel this unease.But tonight seems col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./441650/ A Joshua Alexander Story (Number 3) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./364969/ Empty paintings on the wallsThey don’t seem to realiseAnd overcast is the forecast for this yearFaces blank and full of wonders whyA mask of innocence of yearsAs they don't seem to realise They walked the cobbled stones under the abovePast circled angels and crow’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./356769/ A Joshua Alexander short story (Number 2) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./356761/ A Joshua Alexander Short Story (Number 1) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./353530/ Oh, I haveBeen falling from the skiesAnd when, I landI know I’ll be in your armsBut girl I know, that weMight not be foreverBut I’m gladOh I’m gladThat you’re here with me I have been tryingAnd I knowThat if tonight you leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./335884/  Sing me a song about hurricanes and windmills in HollandTell me the stories about monsters and heroes and the games we playedWhen we were younger... Come sit with me on a cliff by the beachAnd let us listen to the wavesDoesn’t matter what else is going on in the wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./335880/ Is it a shock to see this sunsetAnd the canopy of stars?Now we've overcome the mass hysteriaOf the opening barsAnd if the Harlequin's MannequinAdded two and two for fourCould it be more simple to make fiveOr possibly even more? Does the echo of the reverbAche inside your hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./242800/ Walking through the cobbled streetsWe used to knowIt didn't matter to us thenHow our ages showThat we need coffeeIn order to wake upAnd sometimes want a cigaretteSo we can crave something else Walking through the cobbled streets To fetch the morning newsGiving me a vague r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./242297/ Kiss me like you never have before,As I don't care what they say.Give me that look you save for a darkened room. Hold me like you'll never let me go,As we fall inside my room.Remind me of the times we used to say,We can't let this happen to us.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./241129/ [b]So now's about time[/b]For you to lose your mindAnd forget all the troubles You never wanted to find[b]You're holding your tongue [/b]As you're not really sureIf you're speakling too muchYou try to belongBut you're singing along to a song that goesA little like this and that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./239127/ [b]I don't mean to patronise[/b]But it just feels likeFirelight in the dusk[b]Take me for a ride[/b]That I never wanted to go onDown the long and winding roadsVisit old ghosts of mineWeary and fatigued[b]In the shadows of the sun[/b][b]You'll be by my side[/b]Until the day .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./239124/ Remind me who my love isSo I can send her flowers for her weddingTrinkets for her birthdayAnd ashes for her funeralRewind my watch back another hourSo I can pretend to relive the past Remind me what my job isSo I can sit behind a desk each dayWaiting for my paycheck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./236847/   The last place I wanted to beWas in yet another junkie squatBreathing in second hand smokeOver the counter of an old tobacconistsSome things in this life I think I might missBut not this Light filters through the folded shuttersA morning from which I tried to hid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./109504/ Happiness bereft leaves kisses on your doorstepAnd bloodstains on you doorCynicism says what's the point in keeping faithWhen all around are losing theirs Poisoned silence pierces the nightWith screams of treacheryWhilst resiliance finally relentsDeciding it's not worth the fant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./100880/  Graffitied bus station on the outskirtsIn the wrong part of town againCold hands, mine, squeeze yours, warmAs we wait for the 14 to arriveBreath mists in the nightIlluminated by candescent orange glow A quick glance and a quicker smileBefore we turn away in the nightPretendin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./93761/  There’s a hole in my wallet Where your face should beIt seems kind of relevant to keep it like that Since you left meLost dreams amidst all the screams Of a tranquil summers dayFeeling fine when it’s just about time For all the bars to close for the day I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./84246/  You pass it off lightlyJust an aside in an anecdoteBut it’s nothing like that to meHe who still had the audacity to hopeThat one day it might happenAnd we could be togetherHah.Guess I’ve been played the fool againJust like beforeWhat a f*****g idiot I amJust a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./78672/  I sit, huddled in this corner, and I wait,I wait for you to say yes [whether you want to or not]Elliott Smith crackles from my CD player [Between the Bars, again]Whilst I try to remember whether or not I actually know you today I look at my fingers to the calloused scarsWher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./77846/  Guess I’ve let my thoughts drift awayYet now they won’t returnJust left with little whispered snatchesEmbittered fragments of divided opinions I had my heart broken todayA young woman, homeless and desperateTrying to sell the ‘Big Issue’ for a livin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./72117/  It’s not that I can’t write like I used to –I just don’t want to right now.Bored, bored, bored.Do you want a cup of tea? Did you see the accident the other day?[I was at college, how could I have seen it?]A man was speeding and went into the back of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./69074/  1. Love is for… Love is for the innocent and the naïve to believe inLove is for the people who have no troubles to claim someLove is for the young and the foolish to cherishLove is for the needy and the weak to rely uponLove is for the bold and the brave to seize.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./65682/  Something ought to be written in this spaceOf that I’m fairly unsureImpulsive indecisiveness tells me that With all and nothing to take from this My fingertips slip past missed opportunities   My idiocy knows few boundsThat is for certain, I thinkLack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./65013/  A perfect circle can be drawnBetween your smile and your frownImmaculate attention to detailHair tousled black in shambolic disgrace In a ballerina dress and midnight gothic lace A contradiction if ever I saw Perfect little w***e Lemongrass scent and honeyed visa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./65007/  I’m waiting to be discarded andThrown away like yesterday’s newsFading away into BlackGreyWhiteUntil I mean nothing to you, once more I’m nothing special to you, you knowI’m just another dominoStanding in my lineAwaiting my turn to fallI wouldn&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./59199/  Were I to paint a picture of youI would first draw a freckleFocusing on the insignificantTo give it all some meaning Were I to describe youI would begin with a ‘but’The contradiction of a personCan rarely be explained It stands to reason That I do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./55498/  Faltered and felled, left behindEach time the loss hurts moreEvery time I think I’m back on my feetSomeone or something comes along to set me back down Back down upon my knees once againEvery choice seems to end up the wrong oneEven after I’m sure that I got it right .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./52081/  I am nor word nor deedNor anything in betweenTwo young lovers, fallen ‘out of love’Ignore each otherBound by mutual rulesThat’s you and me, dear. Tamed curiosity Permits no second glancesDespite this inner wishTo watch you for daysJust our despera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./51569/  This has already begunFive lines scribbledFive lines crossed out Descriptions just fade into qualificationsForever casting judgementAlways setting that mark of perfectionFurther and further and further from me A glance becomes a look becomes a stareTrying to asc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./51141/  I’m hiding from you. If I close my eyes Screw them up so tight That even light would be hard pressed To filter through You cannot see me Can you? I’m hiding from you. If I run away As far as I can Before the dusk of night Until the moon arrives You canno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./43468/ I’m not convinced that this is where to startBut it is, after all, the top of the pageIt has not yet let me down I saw a woman at a bus stop today, all aloneHer eyes haunted me but the rest was just human Everybody is in strict dress codeUniformed in this year’s theme:.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./43456/  A half cigarette and a cup of black coffee The haze of smoke surrounds me, a greying parody No more child-like significance left now inside me Your verbal tirades, they exposed my fallacies Egotistic, embittered, addicted to Ecstasy And all of my troubles: they begin with an E I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mash./36565/