http://slow.writerscafe.org/Caligula69 The original writings of author Anastassia.S en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069022 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was a time when I leftTowards the railing, a woodenWhite railing that was guarding the beachAbove the rocks, long away from the oceanYet the water, smoothly gently, pressed underneath.I walked out one night, there were a bunch of newPeople, we'd met that night and were pretending to Party.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1701899/ Of course life doesn’t seem so tragic in one still pictureBut overtime all kinds of disease accumulate to show The state one has been making a shrine toWith their own livingAll is over my headRarely is something insideThe last time something shifted me. I turned that part of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1400449/ Flat is the man who has responsibility’s for othersespecially his own, flat is the man who neither wantsnor doesn’t haveflat is the man, who sometimes cries,  to form wrinkles in his heartTo have some timeline to followTo be able to dance back and forth, until his death&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1400448/ white tar, stains her lipsher china doll face polishesall thoughts.she’s shiny! we thinkthat’s all she is shiny.we feel her round cool figure,and that’s what we leave with.until the temperature readjusts in our arm. His Most Famous At The Moment WomanWe were .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1173254/ Sun, lovers and Capricorn beaststuboorn for an intensity I can never seem to graspwork and art don't meshin concusive terms with each otherthere seems to be a loss of wordsthoughts that don't want to speak with one anothertime in the safest harbour there isstorms don't rage, clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1173250/ Its a strange sound producedwhen nothing can be said about youyou contradict everything known about youall I am sure is my memories, and right nownot even i care for them, in my heart, they have been watched and watched and watchedtime for new diamonds to growbut if it ends this way every time,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1172832/ I wish i could play the piano right now....but everyone in my house is sleepingI also cannot write piano.smear a philadelfipha sound witchand open a bottle of wineget to my computerand find a song that made me cry...but that happened firstfirst...i found a song that made me crythat I wanted to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1172830/ UNTIL the morning he asked me to gomaking me, making me, making meuphe went on and onabout disbeliefand there left a deep red thornwhy be born?my friends mom lived to 92 todayshe boarded the first ship after titanic survived the depression, two world wars,the hipp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1167307/ the morning…the world went awaythe air breathed treesnot the other way aroundsound came and wentwithout ears to praise it's tunesmy body, went back to sleepand quickly remember all it wasn't meant towe live in maya, illusionchanging celestial cosmic gasesorbit my inner spa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1167304/ First Title That Is Longer Than The Actual Poem.....itself ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165700/ I want you tonight....oh please stay tonight....there will not be another one! - car window. i want to run off with your lips and wail! you promise?how love is built ...take it easyrock my socks baby!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165697/ I’ve become soo great at talkingsometimes I feel like an entertainerI am always curious to know what you like about meWhen i know, you’ve only touched the concave line of the thin skin on my cheek. I know nothing.It bothers me.I laugh.And everything comes back... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165689/ Driving home...from different attempts, and circumstances, set in motions, against the twisting night sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165684/ ..I might post this in the self-help section..and dedicate this to Everyone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165673/ All writers wish to die a magical deatha death from the same magical potency where their words sprungand their earthly names glorifiedto those of unknown perpetratorsof my thought.thoughtthoughthougthouthoth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165669/ She can’t take the sight of things disappearingshe explodes insideif it didn’t mean orgasm, it would be easier to explainthe memory of a reaction so longawaited to be discussedit got in all the wrong corners where we fiercely cussedwe should have let goI should hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165666/ CheerfulnessIn the soarsremembered in the pains that wouldn’t go awayconfusions of a confuseda three story poem...was enough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165652/ There were strong answers in here weak legswhere strangled lanesgrew talldeath don’t speak of me nowhorrid whispersthrough bubble bathsand champagne monkeysspewto cast and emblemin the eyesto feel youin your real fireto watch you burnin the cry’s of torrid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165651/ Whereintheir agethe ageless mimedthe streetsof hypocritesand lost paradisewithin their citieswithin their mindsthat never ripenedall you threw awayto the poor or notthat fellow wanted somethingand you knew you had everythingyou just couldn’t give. i did and i d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165646/ it was love, when you fell into my bedwith checkered eyes, gamesof lost hopesand I unbarred youwith coins and tossesgypsy hairs, and momentumpowersof psychical knowledgethe liar, quarreled and fell asleepwhereaswestayed up all nighttalking about each otherin simple e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165643/ In the wine molecules, that float between my throatand converse with the universe above and belowI wonder at the thickness of the cold glassspinning at my hot rationing finger tipsas thoughts of you, churn me inwardfrom insideI want youand all you said to me last nightdreams l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caligula69/1165635/