http://slow.writerscafe.org/Anti_Phalanx The original writings of author Anti Phalanx en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102895 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ----------------- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1776019/ The futilityOf unpredictabilityMakes your variabilityForfeit it's stabilityFor the promise of possibilityTurning your immobilityInto agility http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1774765/ There is nothing better than this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1612510/ I wish her all the best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1603466/ Cl-clunk, kreeen, cl-clunk, cl-clunk, kreeen, cl-clunk.I live alone.Cl-clunk, cl-clunk, kreeen.My windows are closed.Cl-clunk, kreeen, cl-clunk, cl-clunk, cl-clunk.Why am I closing more doors than I'm opening?Kreeen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1581741/ Every night, I walk into the bathroom and stare at myself through the mirror. I close my eyes eventually, to make myself blind. Every night, one of us is always left behind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1581731/ -Can you see this?-See what?-This.-That?-Yes.-What about it?-I just thought it interesting as all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1569710/ I sit in a position,And listen,To the schism of a dulcet tone as it makes its incision,Sharp with its precision,Yet drab,And dry,However peaceful,And passive.Like a thornless rose bush,Drunk on joy,Tranquil in its trodden delight.It's the sun on a rainy day,And the rain on a sunny day,The moonlight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1569423/ Blissed out against the sun of day too bright to acknowledge the shade,The heat does this thing about a mirror,Reflecting what it's like to draw breath and wade,And so on and on and on and on until that glimmer in your eye becomes more and more clearer.Then it disappears,And I wait,Listening for my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1568561/ Do you ever get fever dreams?It's a slow and painful night that lasts a dozen with a million cold sweats personified from the surrealist intentions of your brain in guzzling streams.I get fever dreams.I get worms shifting around me but I'm surrounded only by sea, thriving dead eyes scream crazy ange.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1533262/ A man of morose Offended by his own cryHumourless and dry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1532618/ This is the sappiest thing I've ever wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1527253/ Deranged dreams of dopamine and droggladui.Cattersnaps snicker and seahorses suckle on snippets of straw.The wall's a malicious blue of wibble, not wobble,And the squirrel pips squarrel over sucrose and sea water.Gail and bawl on a tippy top of the topsy turvy land whale.Trudge and fill my lungs wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1522719/ Don't doubt doubtless debates,But be a sceptic of course.Perched upon your pedestal,Skin flaking and teeth teething,Rough sounds simple, as you clear you throat and stand,"Beauty!" you cry, "is in all of us",I would disagree with myself as the source,Sitting, my thought trail would course,Down; up; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1522151/ *mental despotic dispute, deranging dangerously done dragging downwards. *rest of the title http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1502688/ I stepped into the elevator. I was the only one there. Iglanced carelessly over towards the panel and pressed the button labelled "51/2". "Sorry what - why is that a number?" I thought in shock.The elevator began to move but then of course came to an eventual  stop. The doors didn't open... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1500259/ Time stopped as greetings dropped.Little clocks with floating second hands swam round a stationary hour.Minutes were imaginary.I spend hours of my life drawing breath and preparing to stretch my arm for an informal handshake."Hey" I said, with a cool, calm imposure."Oh god was that too much" I thoug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1500243/ Amps are speaking,Pumps are squeaking.There's no one on this hill,I can't collect my fill.I'm willing.I'm tilling.Sat In a crooked nook,With nowhere to look.Like a baritone shrill,Invisible will.I'm caught on a sharp hook.I'm caught in a shallow brook.Sat in a stiff chair of oaken,Discomforted and u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1499885/ “And we danced, on the brink of an unknown future, to an echo from a vanished past.” ― John Wyndham http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1499284/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1499100/ Can you say hello to the sky without saying goodbye?There's no poetry without pain,There's no love without loathing.There's no dreams without sleep,There's no sleep without day,There's no day without pain,There's no pain without dreams.There's no life without lethargy,There's no pretence without pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1491640/ If I say sorry that's officially me,But don't think about what I say and such,Because I'm not really all that deep.If there's kind words they'd come for free,But a single wrong and you'd scream so much,You'd run around like sheep.Rights stay for a moment visible,Then an eternity hidden.Lefts appear,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1490904/ I am an angel,Carved into stone.Life for us isn't that gainful,Just ask my friends carved as bone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1489626/ If it's art is it still graphic or pornographic?Sod it, I don't care,It's too late for me to mentally prepare,And I can't be arsed for all this thought traffic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1489616/ I'm bereaved of sleepPencil in my hand I weepAnd try to act deep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1489610/ Acting is easy,But lying is sleazy.Hollow portraits aren't much,And desires to be someone or something else are bordered on cacoethes,Displeased by this disease.Thoughts are the best so far but they're impossible to touch,In my mind I see, but through my eyes I see my body halt and freeze with uneas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1480759/ A thread of hatred,Snapped & you're snapped,It's a fine old piece of string,Long and agitative,Like pure untouched snow versus a gentle tread,Or fury in a bottle left uncapped,Or being alone hoping the phone doesn't ring.Or trying to find a something to rhyme with 'agitative'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1479222/ Hats like matsSit on the catsBut that's not importantIt's just a dormant torment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1477504/ I'm dreaming of a short year,There's no work but drowning out this voice in my ear,Education's a miss,Now my days are a short hiss,Drabble's my new fear,Yet my writing's now all I persevere,I never knew picking up a pen could be so hard,I could be folding paper but no I'm folding card,Small to me is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1473974/ "Here! Here!" said The Man who lay near the fan to the man sitting in the heat of a burning pan"Fetch a drink for me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1473959/ You'll see he shot first,But my lead was much more worse,I'd say it is just. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1468560/ A hook full of fishBut a fly is my wishGot nothing to looseBut I'm not going to winI'll sit on my rockAt the edge of the dockWatch the hours fly byAs the sun sets by farBy the sea front so wideJust the fish do abideThe air is now coldAnd the sea maybe warmMy hands they are tiredIt's the flies I admi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1467294/ When does the torpid flower participate?Lowly & lethargic but pretty all the same,It glides along with cotton clothes laced with precious silk.You're pretty, my darling bud.If only mother taught you to say the things that your tongue never could,Maybe then you could rely less on what lies beneat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1458989/ So strange is a thing when rhyming a thing with another thing.Then your phone'll ring, you're about to ring, but you cannot ring.You'll sing. Sing. songing. Singing- songs? Sing. Wait.There's a ringing, softly singing, bringing- hymnes? Sings- songs!This ronging- ringing. rings rightly but raw .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1457618/ Susan once sat on a table in the middle of her dorm. Sadlyhowever Susan was the victim of a murder most horrible. Stabbed sixteen timesin the chest she was. She was perceived as such a loving young girl. Shestudied science up until last summer. Seventeen she was. Said by her mother, whenthis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1428538/ Look at me!Look at me! No thank you,I'll pass.Yes we know you're unique,But that doesn't mean you're wanted.Sure it's good to be,But we've all seen you've vaunted.But please,Try not to throw it in our faces,It's making others a bit daunted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1414194/ Nineteen minutes & fifty three seconds.That's how long a worm can remain still she reckons,Nineteen minutes & fifty three seconds.I see now I'm not very good with first impressions.But with the only time left at a measly seven seconds,She still makes time for her welcoming beckons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1412128/ There's ninety-nine sticks,And an ember for each one,Now it's down to the tocks & the ticks,Before all of them are each forever gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1412118/ If I could be invisible,I'd be a celebrity,Almost unmissable.And if I could be a celebrity,They'd song sings,Whilst I hummed hymns.But if I were to sing,No one would want to hear me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1411740/ I hear a silent thumping as I sleep.Thump.Thump.Thump.But don't listen to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1408209/ Your shine,Is a little dimmer than mine.But hey, you've got a fancy label & a colourful glow,So what do I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1405708/ They always knew it would be like this.Always trapped behind a solid glass door, sealed tight.They'd always known this,Always.It was like being stabbed in the back with a long blunt stick.At the end of the stick is all of truth hidden form me.The further the stick dug into my back the more the pain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1391045/ I'm served soup with a fork,But I'm reassured, they implore,It's just not that easy I swore,But they're too distracted by their torque.They say it's amongst this yore,To the future, I'm a cork,And in a belly I am pork,That I am the bore.Now I long for a time to soar.Now I stand here and gawk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1390521/ If there is a relation between me and my elation with the absence of things I note on every single occasion,Then believe me when I say there would be no time to pray when time would fly by so quickly paced in a moment so gay,I could cry.It's a minute drenched in sweet,Secluded like a mammals single .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1385309/ I hate.With blisters in my ears,My fists swell up with tears,Oblivious to my peers.I despise.With my eyes that are just straight,My lungs pressured under weight,The aversion that will rightly inflate.I abhor.With your life I could satirise,My loathing sweat that fills in my eyes,A growing ulcer that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1383921/ I never saw my dark side in your eyes.I'm not doing a single thing wrong, lies.I told myself lies and now I feel sick,I've hurt and now I'm all alone, you dick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1308749/ You go over there & go about your life,I'll stay here as I believe growing up is lame,This way I've no need to meet the reapers scythe,Then again, lack of respect is a god damn shame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1279535/ Read it as you will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1274899/ And John spoke "Once upon a time..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1273889/ Fishes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anti_Phalanx/1267380/