http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zero_Edge88 The original writings of author Zero_Edge88 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007296 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Someone asked me the other day to what a friend zone is...To which I respond, Is it not that of a zone where friends belong?For what friends do in a zone of their own comfort is one that can only be determined by how crazy their lifestyles,methodology and even their idiosyncracies form wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1217618/ Blur the LinesI fell in love with a girl whose ideas of a first date consisted broken bottles, cracked walls, and backseat trips to the slammer.For broken bottles they come cleaner than any glass on the groundafter all we’ll be making out on that same floor anyway.Cracked walls, punched t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1214874/ She asked me, 'Do poetsfall in love?'... and I tell her...Do astronomers lose sightof the stars when they look in the daytime?For even the break ofdawn the stars do remain in the cloudless sky.Visible in the space oceans they swim endlessly making their waves, leaving tails and trai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1213051/ There is love, abound by air, water and land we all fall in love. The fascinations of it is more then mere conjectures as they are tested by those who are around us and when we find ourselves happily together with someone there will be a time when we stop moving. They say to move forward when in lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1209536/ Every time I think of you I think of the good days ahead,for what good are those days when I am already spending them with you. Everyday I confide with you I know I can come back to you and believe there is a part of you still that will love me for who I am.Every time I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1209524/ You don't say...I love you enough asif there is a contusion in your head waiting for it to behealed immediately but let me tell youof no confusion ordistortion that you are with me. Too many times I begunasking myself whether you are here with me ornot bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1207122/ This is part 2 by the way, part 1 is found OVER HERE (click the link)For there are three estranged, twisted and hurtful truths out there. Everyone lies. Everyone dies. Everyone s***s.For what we do in life, the consistencies do remain the same. It's the songs that we play in our head .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1205604/ My HighSchool Life (Hollywood Part 1)When I was in highschool,I grew up beingclassmates with Britney Spears,Beyonce, and Uma Thurmanand right across mytableI hadMatthew Perry, BradPitt and Jim Carrey.None of thosepeople mattered though because I was so inf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1200792/ Sleep so that I know your name and I know you are here with me tonight.Naked in my eyes you are clothed of your dignity as I stare at you.Sleep so thatI remember the first kiss we had and how it took me so long to figure you were so deeply into me in the first place.Sloppy you might say ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1200041/ For who we are in life is to give the most selfless of acts as to know who we are and how we are slowly changing for everyone around us is a determining factor for no one to look for. We are human, to seek attention is to know we are the big hypocrites that we really are. Deserving the idea we all s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1199520/ Drowning in my fearsI find comfort as it goesYour thought is numbingSubmit the thoughtlessWhere crime is food for thoughtWash away your blissImmerse in timelessAs it goes revive againFor water is pure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1197855/ What many of you will see in this piece is me. Yes it is me, in the same way you view me. Disagree all you can but the notion remains the same.For what is evil to you is good to me. There is the devil and the angel in which to where do I reside I am neither there at the moment. Evil is evil to say t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1197840/ At first, I thought the feeling of having my noosecut off in my life was inevitable.After all leaving the comfort of my home has always been my dream.I did get my car after senior year and let me tell you taking lessons from Christopher Lloyd…I meant Mr. Lloyd was quite the time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1196802/ There are those who speak in tongue as to those who speak from the heart. To speak in tongue is to let the world you are but the messenger of another person greater than you. As to speak from the heart is to make the world aware you have come for the world to see as to who you are.For what is the fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1196217/ There is a light for us, all of us. We don't know how bright it gets to us but truly we are invited to it. There is a certain brilliance behind it. Perhaps it is the main reason why we choose this light. It allows us to dance and even sing in the midst of the crowd.However, what happens when th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1195718/ Headphones please and listen closely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1194506/ Oh sweet infestation tasting in thegestation that we are quenching our taste buds to as we are dehydrated of what our life is in this beautiful plane.Oh delicious contagion craved in the eyes of our voracity we are famishedthat we must touch it but silverwareis a must so we could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1193786/ For what is the beauty of a house they ask? Is it because there is a roof? Perhaps the doors and the window frames and even the nice driveway we have? As to what we see in this house everyday. There is chaos and madness but peace and understanding. We all have our differences, arguments and eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1192648/ For what has burnt in the sky, has surelywrapped me in its frigid tongue, as to savor its moment, I crave for the next feeling that it will give me. To hold no grudge of how I bear such animosityin the sky I find myself cursed.Cursed by my wiles,Cursed by my indulgence,and Cursed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1192351/ They called me the other day,demanding me they wanted, "More!"in compliance to what I told them few years ago, "Never going to happen again."Dead horse can't you tell I am?I have become the obsolete floppy disk you solely insert to computers of ages that these youngsterscould even begin to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1192183/ "When you write on a piece of paper there is an inexplicably magical moment when the pen hits the paper. It is as if your blood is drained from those hands and is transferred to it. There is a sudden transcendence in which emotion and feelings are but the flesh and the bone. Your heart is filled wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1191275/ Staring into deep...imperceptibly deeper than I find myself anywhere else as you look at me in the eye.Precociously desiring I carve my fingers to knowingwho you really are.As if I had the answers to your questions of longing, embracing and heartwarming advances. I tell you to stay, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1191179/ My eyes rapidly blinking I open them as you are there...sleeping...chilled...and...snoring...okay quietly snoring.I look downblack ooze, brown ooze and even white fillingso I look at you...again...down this time I saw...strawberries or what's left of them.pink ooze, gold loam as it arches shapely in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1191167/ Happy Birthday Me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1190758/ I can't get to sleep,I thought about you right here. Staring into my tall mirror I conduct the music notes in my head.Each one passing a beat, a rhythm I have never heard before anda fine melody I keep humming too. No lyrics needed but a chorus line I could definitely use in between e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1189237/ I wrote this piece almost 6 years ago. This is a two-part poem that I solely worked on in the middle of the night, so brace yourself okay :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1187763/ Can I say it is experimentally romantic? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1187182/ Read at your discretion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1186594/ Close the windows, Bar the blinds,Batten those hatches,Are you ready?Starvation has me sated all these years,All that pestilence has me craving me for more,My cup of blood has been overflowing of your tears,as the salts in my body heal so efficiently with your anguish and lamentations I fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1186589/ I have feelings for you,but the moment I start describing them I want you to just close your eyes.No peeking.For what I am about to tell you...you willdrown, immolate and crumble before my work.I'll start with your irises, squeezing them...don't scream! It'll only be a few minutes till the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1186064/ It is a place where we always would meetin cases of where we are caught. Our rendezvous, our little niche and our confinesas this is the place for us. This is where we are off together and the spaces between are not the limits of ourdistance to each other but rather our connectivity.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1185079/ Sometimes it's alright to shower in the dark,because you forget how naked you are.Sometimes it's okay to dance around the raineven when there's lightning and thunder.Sometimes it's good to sink inside your bathtub and drown till you are washed away.As the light goes off and skin is exposed the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1184081/ Some days I distance myself even the door seems like a mile away,the bikes are unlocked, the shoes are dirty and all I could think ofis "I'll just catch the last bus"I know it sounds selfish but I think of you every night but I can't help and fight the feeling I am the only one fighting thisI s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1183510/ Good morning, good evening.I find your greeting to be too bland in this day and age but that's okay at least I know you're not being rude. I find your greeting to be of ambiguous though. Should I be good of your morning or to the morning that I woke up to feeling rude? I know I can't answer that. In.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1183499/ Open to Interpretation ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1183495/ I don't post photos of what I writebut know I know what I talk about,for what is a writer's thought whenyou can't even begin to take the snapshots he has in his mind.Going faster than bullet trains of our modern worldhis mind thinks of the galaxies and universes that surround his pen and paper... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1181324/ I can't help but think when we do our best to avoid these momentsI start rambling, talking too much as I am some pompous windbag in your presence...I end up talking too much that I turn you off when really I don't want to lose you in this conversationIs it lack of efficacy or is it just la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1181312/ rather it is something to ponder about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1178725/ Someday I will be afarmer,Oh what will I grow?I don't know,Or I would rather not tell,Because I know I have yet to make a till.Will I have my animals,Of course it is a ranch,So there will be reptiles and mammals,But not a bunch to branch.Fruits to bear, Why yes of cour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zero_Edge88/1177825/