http://slow.writerscafe.org/benswarlzwalker The original writings of author Ben Walker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033976 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There’s something unnatural about people, at first theyalways seem so normal �" almost perfect. You hold that stranger on a pedestal; generallyyou consider them to be smarter than yourself, better looking and a much betterf**k with the wit to match. What a load of s**t.It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1328140/ My arms are spreadNailed up stigmata and allI nailed myself here vulnerableNow I’m just left here hangingNobody’s comingI’m abandoned here with my bottleImmobile and I can’t even drinkJust one more smoke and I’ll be fineWhen I look back a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1262427/ And in that moment he was numbThe person he was once was, they were no longer thereEmptiness cascading down his chest It was a sick premonition and god laughedTwice, twice he had opened up and twice he had been muggedIt was a test and he knew it, for the kind and powerful canon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1262417/ Sometimesin life we cry and frown Some times in life we get quite downBut there’s one sure thing that will cheer us upIt’s milky and brown and comes in a cup I drink it at least three times a dayFor me it’s really the only wayI brew it black and a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1217865/ For a time I lived in the moment, For a time I loved in the moment,And for a time I was broken hearted in the moment,because I lived so long in the moment I had forgotten,I had forgotten for a moment -- that it gets better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1217759/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1217323/ I love her now, Not for her sweet embrace or kiss, But for what she has helped me,See,About myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1216250/  He wears his blue jacket, old and heavy. His steel toedboots begrudging his step and his cumbersome shoulders struggle. Smoking hisown rolled cigarettes in the masses of rain --Day by day he goes on with his own routine, working to liveand living to work, a slave to his own debt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1176330/ I wasn’t and now I am,Hurtling on a rock through nothing,Into nothing,And from nothing. In the nothing I see plenty In the nothing I find meaningThis is obscene Because in truth I should be driven senseless Not sure where I came fromOr a cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1174723/ I’m lying here in my hospital bed face up arms by myside blistered bleeding and alone. I can’t move from the seering agony whichshoots all over my body at even the slightest movement.It’s funny really- the parallels we see in life, thefunny little coincidences.My eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1174702/ Euphoric, enraptured in this blissful state - I needno more but could handle nothing less. I am lying in lake of serenity as agentle rain falls upon my face distracted by nothing but the songs of the birdsand tender ripples of the water. This is my reality, these, my perceptions ofthe moment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1174701/ A collection of cliche hatred - overused drug abuse tales and whining of a young man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1174699/ Booker sat trying tosleep - his head resting on his hand but even now the jolting andjerking of the bus kept him awake in the limbo insomnia he seemedunable to escape. The dank damp smell of wet and stale cigarettesencompassed the failing seats only augmented by the bellowing smokefrom the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1173364/ This is a poem I wrote two years ago for my cousin when he passed away at a very young age. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1173020/ Focus -In, out.All on the breathIn and outNotice the wavering on your lipsIn--- out.Let your thoughts pass you by as youIn                         &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1171357/ Veracious and deep - forever growingI stand insignificant in the gorged out rock Completely obsolete I perch in --Towering shadow  Swallowed, heart still beating by falling cloud  Even in my in my comparative nothingness I have neverfound more meaning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1171286/ The whale floated along - singing his happy song“A yippa dee dee, I’m so glad to be meOh how lovely it is to swim and just, be --" As he drifted on by - he let out a cry“Fadoopa de lends  I love my love friendsThe fish the crabs and even land hens!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1167641/ In the North of England they’ve always told tales, epicballads and stories of the most unspeakable creatures and feats. Tales used tofill the welcoming public houses, accounts of the Simonside dwarfs who wouldtorment and kill lost travellers, the ballads of the detestable Barghest andt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1167034/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1166562/ In unfathomable angstand poignant torture Watching the lifedrain from your everythingPerfectionfalling apartLife, by life Unknown rightness embracedFinding a home thatwas yoursUtter compassion foran entityYour father and godIt was yours W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1165571/ Such a comforting warm feeling, I’ve always loved my littleplump wood stove - always offered me such serenity and ease. I yearn for nothingmore than sitting here amid my piles of forbidden books and antiques sipping atmy whiskey and smoking my pipe, absolute bliss. It came at a price tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1165480/ The mirror was alwayshis enemy. loathing his reflection with a throbbing need to transform.He would glare.What was it - thatabhorrent creature, a product of his own self creation?Black rolling boils, serratedwhite barbs.Putrid stink and vulgarvapour forever present, violent cries.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1164468/ The old shoe makerwas off to bedThe fire grew dim ashe lay down his headWhen out the cornerof his eye he spied a peculiar shape...The movement ofhis hand, shadowed on the drape At first he wasshocked but soon realisedIt was merely a trickof his eyesHe rol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1164332/ It had been a fantastically stunningday for Ezra; he’d walked far and covered more ground than he had possiblyhoped. He put this down to the refreshing breeze that had pressed him forward.Ezra walked tall along the cobbled road wearing hisclergy collar and carrying a large pack, which .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1164309/ The heavy smog was rolling in as Ansley came to the end of hisday, his eyes narrowed as he peered out the window trying to make out theblurring streets - blissfully unaware of the horrors that awaited him. Ansleybacked off and shut the shop blinds, just five more minutes and it was anotherwe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1163929/ Theillustrious estate stood colossal and sat amongst the rolling hills of the lushgreen valley; a perfectly sculpted fountain flattered the rows of gargoyles atthe front of the building with a gentle river creeping down the side of thebeautiful white mansion which if you look carefully you c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benswarlzwalker/1163912/