http://slow.writerscafe.org/mirror8mirror The original writings of author Irma Chavez en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026421 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Call warning out in vain,Like fire breathing air,Remember the creation,Hell’s screaming choir.-Bones cutting through the flesh,Dead, rendered unaware,Walk with the ultimate truth,She will come for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1204170/ I hide in darknessmasking colored lightsurrounding what you think you might.I watch intentlyholding golden trutheternity will watch as you think to move.Identified sinsflourishing in fleshincreasing the chances of alert possibility.Relating the resultsOf lacking any senseunknowing of fear, screaming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1204168/ Snap and panting; breathing fire,Pleasure of the constant pure spread red,Once black feather reached its perfect shade. And even then dead memories wake,To trouble any and all tranquility" resilience.Seeking words, apologies, demands, commands,Ignorant of blank purged slate to justly bring life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1201927/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1201913/ I said I would renounce shallowness. I said I would stop caring about the surface, so I did, and I’ve watched it turn black. Slowly and surely all color has been sucked out. Now my skin resembles the trees, the outside is dry, cracked and constantly changed by the wind. I’m not seeing th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1201039/ Riding inside solid wavesHiding away, breathe, slowly ascend,Focus on ending to begin each track,Turbulence eroded, completing aged cracks.Between those angles, somewhere he stands.Look, become aware of the man with no face!Many panting gestures reaching the peakAnd they gather to explore what you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1201035/ Something comes to disturb what is stillmaking gentle sounds that stir-mix my meaningand though I shake my head in agreementthe musical vowels say not a thingbut dance for the sake of the sands.The shape they achieve becomes independent of meattaching designed snakes through silk hair,Writhing throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1198552/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1198535/ The beast has a beat of its own, no heart, but a beat non-the-less. I can’t seem to be able to find a true center, or an outer boundary, all I can picture is the symbol for the infinite. The bones have been found and now the song has been chosen by an unknown someone else. The group sings over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1196986/ The lady I love lies in my bed.The lady I love stares at the ceiling and dreams silent dreams.The lady I love does not fight for the covers.She does not stir in the night, she does not make snoring sounds, she does not rise with the sun.The lady I love does not judge, she does not forgive, she does .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1196917/ Make believe, I’m not you, I’m not me,What makes faces walking this place?Does it Laugh, Does it CryWhen I come to realize this?Nothing feels no difference;We can touch them through glovesor else kiss them through wallsfrom beyond where all isstanding straight through empty blissspeaking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1195961/ Approach madnesswith caution like cat,for the prize is my head,as the warning of flames overlook-void all the make up applied, even black tarnished rags self describe-the missingpeaceof this night.Pool of dark to slow my bones down,prescribed thundering clouds disturbNot the stillness of my red.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1195158/ MAD ANALYSISSO SPECIAL GENIUSBREAKING ME APART AGAINMY THREATENED EXISTENCENO BUOYANT LIVING IN HEREMISSING HUMANSTHE HEATED SECOND LAWHAS WON; NO SOUL.MAX MECHANICAL EFFICIENCYRAISE YOUR GOD SO HIGHUNJUST, YOU ARE SO NUMBDEFECTED DESPAIR, CREATING ILLNESS;HOLD ON TO THE DARK. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1195155/ Catastrophe�"Classic four elements,Coming to notice thisLazily melting here.Earth calling out my name,Chanting to desireOf the deep songs she knows,They’re young-dead-old-living. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1194097/ Standing fragile reaching up,Past the struggle against air,Flowing motion like soft water,Drizzle light, dark soil to expand.In fields of memories,Of fear related to the sex,Of craving meat from human flesh.One seeks to find elation,Within the scope of weak temptation,The type that I can roughly han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1194089/ Books fall apart quite easy,words can become nothing;communication gone,forgetting how once dreamed.-Running them to exhaustionshells appear too empty,when emptiness made bliss.-Torn to shreds, to small piecesfalling away from thislong lost in dead memories.-Pointing a blind finger,seeking obscurity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1191418/ Constantly changing,Evolving through pain,Making our efforts,to live- rise again.-Look in the mirror,Forget your own face,See past the surface,Beyond fake delay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1191186/ It begs to be discovered,Touching red hot heat,Finger incites lips,Whom sleeps within your skin.+Blue vanishes through darkness,Beckoning toward wreck+Beyond cracks,Vague, indirect.Reaching far you sleep.Madness rises from ashes,Eroding deep slopes,Revealing mountains,Shaping cracked faults.Slit ope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1191174/ She came over last night and was obviously uncomfortable. We have known each other over many life times but she was having trouble with her most recent past, I didn’t think it’d work out- anyway I was glad to see her. I tried to help her relax. I poured her a glass of her favourite rum, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1190664/ Insanity, madness takes over,Paranoia breaths over my shoulder,Haunted eyes-- all knowing look onBlank face, small spaces, lights off.It is me, who isTrying to sneak past claustrophobic,Starved windows still closed,Too bad short footsteps make pointy sounds.Turn around, feel about,Where fear grows l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1190657/ stream of consciousness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mirror8mirror/1190648/