http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kleio13 The original writings of author Kleio13 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003404 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Confessionalism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1679622/ What`s the plan??Should I pretend I can wait forever?Like the Legends of the Fall? My Brad Pitt wouldn't care if fell from his stars?I had become of the Fallen,I had fucked up, decided that  sobriety wasn't enough of a distraction, wentout and got lost.. &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1499253/ There`s a chemicaland she is very saltyShe only feeds on vegansSurrender.All my feelings remain.I`ll try not to complainabout why Atlas has denied me.Even my bed bugs have scurried.These fountains of thoughtsachieve no other than drowningmy pillowsThere`s a weezer under the bedand he is si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1481818/ She only knows completion,not depletion                     A wise being is never                     exempt from pressure                  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1469117/ I have undergone ecstasy and emotion simultaneously. Their doppelgangers, have being stitched in white slits and wet heat.Quite vaporous, am I quite the writer anymore?My twin, my muse, has deaden the streets- words trapped in anterior motion. I guess creativity has been unfaithful... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1383657/ You`re quite a basketInvestigating for dreamswhere bones erode in the brainI`m reviled in a pastcompared to an erratic junk piece of an older timeHoney, you don`t age anymore.I`m quite an erraticus- yeh to my sister- we loved childhood toys         &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1381680/ Pin me upI`m an immortal    dolldying for osteoperosis,    a bony dalilahskin graphs isn`t even an art; it`s an invasion of privacyMy privacy- being a flyleaf   a rock up a nose   a soon-to-be-dried-up-rose     I`m just his warm bodya snap pea&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1380725/ I want your interpretations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1351837/ Capture your thoughts, crystallize them, it`s what it takes to be a poet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1349027/ If you had a family that failed you, this is a poem for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1349016/ a poem of all the throbs that make us feel alive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1344480/ No more spiritual  than these Alexanders. My Ringer is masculine at Athens. Their scrambled eggs are bitter,        false nutrients- the grease is of                  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1341131/ The cut`s deep  his child bride gone from     alabastar to a bleak bombshellNot so easy to personify the devilLines all in my dress,  not lingerie, but unholy"What have you done?"   The street lamps lost their innocence like being 16 all over againThis is a dream w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1331291/ It`a a mantis birthday only she has no antennas   to see       my life`s tale.To truly merit my mercyYet i send every pawn     a messageAnd everyone seems to get   aroused.I think my monumental   mistake,     &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1311092/ You're a carrierfor charcoal personalsI prefer to pack lightly even one sin holds heavy   eyelidsAnd I see a suicidal king with a pulleyof earthly eddies and limbs   of drownedcinderellas,        slowly, but surelyI become the same old &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1284985/ Contusions have quite a thrill , especially when they paint my throatclouding music,I'm just a fulcrum away from climbing to painit's almost SyFy,this love speaks fictioni know it sounds cheesy, but at least these mental interludes will go unnoticedi crawled to talking walls, the wood floors bring m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1280950/ dearest, you're such a culprit Having lies,   Having fins     swimming bold in my tale of hearts with more flavor than a Spanish fly I had set down Winter for too long, the air then, set a trap for me.You're strangle has such a hold that I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1277965/ Read it and find out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1255114/ We never agree to anything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1255079/ Time glass and allupside down,drunk and withdrawed Giant burst,from my legs,hero screams,just a little serious,I call it a cold front  I'm  worthless; worm-likebe a toolWrench this sin of sinous of silver Cities under all oceansCannibal waterThor instrument, nice and tallbre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1248099/ Futurrete, bring your horse,    your stones,       your corpse, reason while blind glad I'm widowed inceptum in a dream,     we end in lust.Disintegrating into camisole breath...  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1232272/ i beg for reason ,  why disrupt the metal sinking into the ocean? I'm not on the surface yet. It's dry out here, a cambodian left me only a bruise. Not starving quite yet,but the blood is already worn.This wet upbringing, the air is grotesque, i have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1228795/ " All of them are embryonic", I said.As if that's a word. As if it has an essence of it's own.Where's my cigarrette?, Where's Mary?" I'm timeless, try to suck me dry, shut me up, grab a potion will you,turn up the music I can't breathe.Excellence is my will, and loyalty is a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1224192/ cannibal slopes, eh? you think i write unearthly diaries and catatonic sex stories?  You don't know me. you think cuz i wear my celtic stitches around my throat and kiss a tree's roots that I'm the new Gaia? I might wear a dress and shake hands with a n***a's hand down the street, doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1222571/ I am an entity, not your battered nymph for an ephemeral pleasure. My aptitude, not sky- high,    but greatly sheltered.rock, boulder, feet in the air.  Where's my kind?In another dimension  No where near here.  And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1220334/ Sorry I'm not an average freak in bed,your'e bolivia,your lyric goddes,your Zion I've had wind to curse youeven when i didn't desire you blow youeven when you wanted me to be your hetero-supreme There was spiritual motive at hand, i thought it came with y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1220227/ The poem speaks for itself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1218015/ Everyone of us has a mansion, but is yours inadequate of unreasonable space or an army of gold? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1214147/ MONSTERMy rubber duck catapulted itself, no more in the dreams of mine, the water, the bubbles soaking the tile, every square must be a polygon illusion for this reality. Guess you can stay I'm still breathing. It came to me in the light,    the door was already open,  the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1214008/ spirituality and self at it's best http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1213998/ A short story , prose in verse about a spiritual journey inside the mind with a buried empirical perspective of the meaning of being humanity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1212259/ A circle between love, hate, purity, sexuality, and spirituality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1212239/ the love of being a poet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1212212/  I am dead white heroinepuncture deflated, stitches of charactera stubborn mishap,black hole, black appalachainbeauty from a crystal, who could have imagined that,it's time to come from the cellophane, wicked and plastic,I am only One, no correlation,no equatorColorless.Steamy,but I mean no har.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1211779/ All abut a woman embracing her flaws, even in the eyes of her lover who she thought understood her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1211778/  More than a plastic seam or just a carry on to bed,Her eyes are of a mound's glory, sunny tapestry from cake duststream a window by her side,i bet she resemblessomething more pulchritude,platonic as this,I'm no romanticaand I kiss her sapphire thighsthen a manu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1211765/ A recent piece of text that describes the human nature of the reality between pleasure and self- experimentation from a feminist perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kleio13/1211700/