http://slow.writerscafe.org/jmaroneyiv The original writings of author SadLarry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109955 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I can't keep from  dwellingOn these past loves of mineLike killing them  will stop the noiseWhile loving them  Will cease mine beingI can't keep from  drinking through These alleged days of loreSit here rotting  in my casketThese four walls  know what I mean F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1885155/ softcore nostalgia new age wave street beat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1831330/ Airport limbo  If it is notyet six I still haveseven, eight, nine And a halfmore hours of this hellOf waitingand debating what to eatAnd what todrinkWhat toread And what tothink And as Ifeel&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1529941/ A silence heard Through spoken wordsThirteen monthspassed Since we last Touched Or spokeOr felt, it seems  I see your nameAnd feel past pain Of everything that’s notthe same .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1419796/ I still remember the leather-bound bookFilled with pictures we tookOn those nights that we shookMistaking love for fear and shakingLeaves out of your hairI never really caredYou asked me if we'd ever be okayBut I didn't know what to sayFor I wake each morning and the world is grayDay after day nothi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1380402/ Shaky hands and shaky kneesrevealing false identitiesreveling in your proximityto me.Shaky hearts and shaky keysfumbled fingers when you look at meyou've walked into my fantasyyou see. Shaky laughs bring clarityI see there is no you in meCan't look past all the lies you weaveThere never was jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1361472/ My fingernails are like our love. Long, but weak and filled with doubt.So I bite and chew and pull them out. To pull you out,To pull you out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1317236/ I carved our names into a treethinking that our love could bejust like a tree, in the senseof strength, beauty, and longevityBut much like love, trees are fragiledisease takes hold and leaves it deadswarms of insects eat off all the pretty partslightning strikes, starting fires and leaving scarsor p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1297966/ The taste of deathis sweeter than the life I leftHave you heard the herds of peoplerunning out their time and luckin circles through the darkLike circles and squareshalfway friends are a different breedSo read my creedI try to move your handsBut you've moved me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jmaroneyiv/1297965/