http://slow.writerscafe.org/cretinlung The original writings of author cretinlung en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106096 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Molecular chemistry vs. interpersonal chemistry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/497402/ You and meWe come from different symphoniesAnd all I can seeIs your epitomeOf my disease Me and youWe made quite the f*****g stewBut we’re throughYes we’re through‘cause of you And I’ll admit I had a fit.I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/496249/ Righteous natureHoly angerSuccumbed vaporDeity lost This priest of yours you spurned Sinner’s wagerFaulty layersTithing terrorWinter’s cold frost The least of yours concerned Martyred memories Sanctim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/496248/ My will’s as empty asMy bed’s been for this barren moonSolace sought from cold comfortingIt’s As empty asA solemn groom’s voice As empty asA memory’s choiceAs empty as… Vibrant waste blightHint of a distant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/496247/ through the shaven stubbleof my headmy isolation screams insilent voidThis coffin's running out of airSuit up, jet out, fill up, get back or I asphyxiate This is my cyclic life Eternal existenceThis is neverendingisolated wreckage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/496243/ I’m so sick of discussing thisOur individual planets being on the same listBattle of theancientsIncidence of the main listSpeaking alien tongues with a strange lisp It’s a crazy f*****g town our universe resides in. You know, I&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/496229/ I’ve lost my will to writeand it’s tearing at me.Internal shredding damage. Sometimes feeling can be so numbwhen you don’t remember but youstill regret. Perhaps I’ve finally done itconvinced myself thatpredestination exist.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/496226/ Melanoma offeringsCold and satin comfortingsSoft and faking sufferingsSteel spring coiled to go Written under green tea leavesHardly noticed summer eavesWordy worldly happeningsSnake’s coil ready to spring This is not a noun.This is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/495927/ Transformed heart apart from the insideBelted down through oblivion's wake.Inside my eye rests the weight of eternitywhile a demon perches on my shoulder to whisper...What a wonderful world.Willows part so vision pierces foggy sleep.A bamboo rod called LoveA bloody thorn call.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/495925/ The militants have comeAnd I am here.David’s Star-marked behind this cageCriss-cross death certificate.Built to spillthe red of life.Pushed by a gun barrel Into the fray.Time to take a showerNo water required.Another oven, manNo mitts require.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/495924/ Allow me escape fromthese earthly bonds,I keep growing wearyof these human games.I’d love to live inrealms of connected suns. Free me from myearthly chains.Please permit me tosee what I’ve come to be,help me give up theseillusory pains... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/495922/ iRoad-hardened solesof my feet grow weary,slowly trudging onward, the path of solidarity.Each footfall threatens to fall in my face.No forks, deviations, or pit stops in place.The horizon looms in its infinite haze.My enamel wears thin, about to give in,yet I keep ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cretinlung/495921/