http://slow.writerscafe.org/CrazedorLiving The original writings of author KL en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995815 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've seen those who come before mewith their faces on thefloor and their shadows on their faces. throwingdice at every chance, unaware of thesubconscious gamble infinitely composed of misunderstood fear hiding from wandering eyes. I've seen those who come before mewith their.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/652664/ It's all I see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/631645/ on the frontlines of a lorazepam shoreone could almost feel a completelysyntheticwave of contentedness washing awayit's a beautiful nothing for those withnothing beautiful in a world made ofpixelatedscreens carrying the people in wired boxesthe Alone are not alonethe insiders wear mirror faces a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/626384/ autumn nights are callingtheir white leaves are falling on the dewin chromatic scales of a sundried blueand then my world turned into a darker hueOctober lightsOctober lightsI've never seen the daysor the matches strike x2your spirit's never dyingyet sometimes there is oil in the skyyou'll fade away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/624693/ Alcoholism and apples! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/617725/ Found an island in your arms... country in your eyes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/611380/ okay, teayou can be sippedtepid or cool steam risingor fallinglike the risingor fallingof your smooth chest turnedupwards exposed to the nakedof the nightyet still,you can be stillin the stillness of itall stars in shortened strideyou are the moon risingor fallingon my horizons spillingrubies rising.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/597248/ Ingredients:2 lbs.   disagreements¼ oz     misunderstanding1 tbsp.  hatred4 cups   arguments (heated)2 cups   diced relationships1 tsp.   misguided perspectivepinch of oregano http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/597239/ Song lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/596435/ swayed by a mindful oceanyour reality can slipand fall,and you will believe the worldin your hands is theworld in your eyes. wear your mirrored maskand reflect your own perspective...the Philosopher,the Joker,the Romantic,the Adventurist...because in the endeven your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/595635/ You remind me of that velvet sewing tomato,irrevocably bulging with pinsandneedles.No real purpose at all - just sits there,consistently jammed full of sharp objects thatmakeyoubitch.  It's not even real velvet, either, simply a fabric that I don't remember the name of norreallycarefor.  E.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/592365/ Interview. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/592039/ An unlikely poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/591888/ You're all circles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/591879/ For Katie McKenzie and Jessica Thrasher, may you rest in peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/591868/ Those without eyes see better in darkness. Those without tonguesspeak louder in crowds. Those without feet run faster in fields. And those withoutheads have themfloating in clouds.           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/591005/ we're clouds.poking our heads over m-ountain slopes, wonderingwhere all the others havegone to play--white and fluffyand young--we grow.harbouring more rain withthe passing hours and daysbut still eager to playin the sky--a little more bigand grey--we cover the sky.no more room to move, we'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/589070/ Asking why things have to be the way they are is as pointless as shedding the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/587886/ If you tap on the glass enough timesmaybe it'll breakand you can fall throughand disrupt whatever circuitry is malfunctioning insideinforming the robot that you can't handle the energy.If you fall with intentionmaybe you will submergeand breathe in all but oxygenor perhaps you will evolve and swim a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/581160/ There is no protection in isolation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/581085/ A song I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/580495/ Self-enlightenment at the age of 17. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/580226/ Watching a sunset in the highlands of Nicaragua, sitting on a swing bench on a coffee farm with no electricity and no running water... just the sounds and sights of the jungle around us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/577697/ Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Violet, Black, White, Gold... an artist's pallet of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/576794/ Wrote whilst gazing out to an amazing sunrise on Little Corn Island, Nicaragua. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/576289/ Written in Rio Dulce, Guatemala, in a beautiful hostel hidden amidst mangroves and silent waters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/528881/ orange haze keeps the long stickly grass dryswaying back and forth in the hot breezeit's beautifulthe roundworms wriggle viciously beneath the stockspreparing to dig into the skin of passersbymultiply in the lungsthe workers laugh as they tend the fieldsslicing, hacking away at the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/501615/ take a deep breath little onehold the hands and numbers inside your chestopen your eye to all, see it allbecause either there is a red signal, or nothing whatsoeverexist not in the back your mind, exist as the world;the clouds, the skies, the heat, the stars, the planets, the nothingness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/501614/ in time things will melt awaythe point of essence becoming no clearerthan when things first started out.sitting beneath a cherry blossom, becomingmuch clearer - 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their galaxy.Fresh faces approach the boxes, nervous but driven,unknowingly sacrificing more th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/501605/ press my pretty face in the green grass--a growing layer of never-ending cloud cover--searching for the smaller worldwith my pretty face and the green grass touch my fair fingers to the cold earth--the perfect foundation for third-person encounters--operas in earnest, no such thing as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CrazedorLiving/501598/ Occasionally, regardless of time or day, I am filled up in either my heart or my mind--sometimes both.Sometimes it hurts... a lot. Other times it lets meknow that I am still here. 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