http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnAmbientMess The original writings of author Tristessa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333132 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Revoke burden of truth.Re-voice moments true,words spoken for point of view.Unheard of listening quietly,world's shell cracks,spews out inner yoke,frozen broken spirits.Wild presence,never ending distinction.Taming open waves,tinted clouds grey nothingness.Thundering li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/477202/  We tossed off our inhibitionslike wet towels on a floorand we jumped.we jumped into a placewhere the crimeswere not freedom to expresswhereskateboardskrylondrugsloveweren't shoved undergroundfor the punksthe vandalsthe junkiesand the sickheartedexclusively.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/477095/ You've scratched the surface,you can't stop nowGo ahead, climb on in,try not to f**k anything upTake your little bag in there with youFix me, go ahead, do it.I dare you.Same old scenario.You enter, you scream, you leave.That scratch you made, I don't bother with bandages anymore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/477089/  kidnap me for a while. it doesnt matter where we go.i think, i'd prefer not to know.please, do. use excessive force.actually, i would rather have it that waykeep me as long as you like, plus maybe one more daygive me a new name.. let us play make believerecreate this life of mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/477086/  I want to write something.I want to write a mountain.I want to publish volumes.I want to tear open my chestAnd let all the fear and love and hate and sorrowPour out onto perfect white pages Until they drown with my emotions.I want to speak in riddles.I want my desires etched .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/474622/ You open your eyes and sunlight is already streaming through the window. For the eighth day in a row, you've missed your alarm and woken up late. As soon as you take your first conscious breath, you're assaulted by a tightening in your chest. You're terrified, and you have no idea why. A whimper esc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/474621/ I'm beginning to personify your subtractionsand my roots are ash drythe coma was spent within a comaI'll encourage you...to go through with ithe stumbles and swallows his tonguehis bedroom was a prisonI'm retaining all of your dreamswhile mine are extinctthere's a familiar pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/474620/ I was in love with a place that doesn't careA time that won't exist (not even for me)Fingernails digging deepPeeling your image from my mirrorLike a praying mantisChewing off all my victims' heads On your back convulsing, body stiffened(look alive, you're looking dead) you're watchin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/474619/ The first time you made me nervous was at a stop heading to Quebec. The train was late and you were pacing, you didn't have a light for the cigarette hanging from the corner of your lips - I didn't have one either when you asked, I didn't smoke then, but if I did I would have been quick to pluck the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnAmbientMess/474616/