http://slow.writerscafe.org/Faberwasright The original writings of author S. G. Webb en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991422 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a song that has music set to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/708333/ The drone of a streamCool wind and trees conversingBach in the distance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/707773/ calloused fingertips sterilize the needleand sews the lips,the spine bends as nylon is pressedsilence and music blends,spent shadows drift as light commences,rifts and pen persist,while a fleeting gesture of honestymakes the heart worth beating,before pallid skin consumes the imageand makes creation.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/702003/ A final walk before you go,the steps set in print,I go back and count them.I should've known the trailinstead of stay in stride,I lost the way you went.The sweeping hands remainedpushing against our touch,flesh fades with time spent.The lover's verse residesin places from the past,losing you I never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/700863/ The irrelevant timein which fiction possesses realitywhere eyes are shutyet the rhythmic beatproceedsand the weighted shadowof eternitypresses bones to the soulforcing us to believe it never ends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/697151/ I mourned tonight,of time lost under moonlight,when the shadows would be enviousof our presenceand the feeling of breathagainst breath.The starsare all laid out,waiting to be countedor forgotten again,but still burningin infinite glory,somewhere recallingour past that we pavedinto the sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/691639/ Elliott heard the word "Friday" linger in his mind, as was expected: today was the day of conformity - a mass socialization of the youth of society; anyone who is anyone will be somewhere gathered with a group of other someones - getting drunk - mutually agreeing with each other about nothing i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/630398/ Winging a book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/630380/ This internal pressure-an immense weight-beckoning me to explodefor endeavours as vagueas understanding the meaning of existenceand I can't seem to find myselfin a position tounderstand anythingbut cheap metaphors and impulses that don't require reason. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/599857/ The touch of your lustripping through the truthof me - gripping realityI'm a pallid player's fatlitywhen the mesh of your fleshdesigns itself against meand I'm left bare and scaredof the acutallity that I can't make love to youconsidering all we've been through http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/598871/ Where are those blanket eyes you used to have,covering the expanse of my flesh when I was coldand naked to the world - the warmth of understanding?And to you, the way my thoughts poured with the consistency of honey but coloredand bitter like wine - sipping it as hot teaduring the rain; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/594651/ Herethe hourpours itself into a hole"dive"it saysI stand at the edgelooking inthe air is coldthe moon turnsto clouds for comfortuneasy it peers throughwhile I speculateI am the man in the darklooking at an empty hour  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/592063/ Somewhere on this invisble piece of glassthere is a poem to be written, I know by the way my handspress against it searchingfor an opening http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/589606/ As the desert dreamsabout the feel of rainagainst its fleshI, too, am the desertdreaming of rain.I see myself whither as the desert sees itselfblow away with the wind, andalways hoping for a grey skyas I hope for a stolen heart.And the thought of needneglects my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/586184/ In the nightHer eyes glowwith intoxication,and mine waterwith each sip.The moon reflectedeach of our buzz:precocious smilesof what precedsAnd glazed eyesremenicent of euphoria;we were meantto look at each other-we were meantto insinuate the lustof one drunken glance.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/583910/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/540396/ A work in progress that I probably shouldn't post yet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/538600/ A song I wrote - it is accompanied with my guitar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/537663/ Remember whenI was the wavesand you were the sandand I could caress youforever?We would always knowwhere to meet andI knew where to makeyou soft andyou knew how to make me wild.Remember whenI was the oceanand you were the sandand you knew the deepest part of me-you were the deepest&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/531965/ What sorrow my soul brings forthamidst relished nights of a ghost's discourseabout a past I have never knownone of demise and truth's forlorn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/531949/ In the distanceI see your silhouettecomplacent with time:I wanted to run to youand catch up to the momentbut sometimes beauty's intentis to be observednot joinedso I marveled with contentas you became an eternity of my mindand I meltedwatching your contourdefine what it meansto be beautifulUnti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/520388/ I hide under old blankets in the attic breathing in the dust of my youth.They yell at me to come downlike when I climbed too deep in the treesand I thought I would get lost amongst the branches,and they thought I'd fall.I can't fall anymoreonly climb too deepand get lost in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/518990/ I woke up to find nothingbesides the Earth and deathlove seemed distantand beautylike Godlike purposeseemed to be explainedby some distant purpose The Universe could be explained by physicsand myselfby evolution http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Faberwasright/517147/