http://slow.writerscafe.org/whislin The original writings of author fairy boy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021588 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 if i should die,in some horrible wayif ever gave in to some gruesome fateid want them to knowon my wrist, in a rowline three moles side by sideand right under my eyea few on my shoulders next to a bruiseone dots my arm, these are the cluesa fat one between my fingers you'll findand my birthmark resi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1751095/ the clothes in my drawersstill smell like homehow can i move on?i call out to my own,but nobody respondshow can i move on? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1741826/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1735356/ aaaaaaaaaaaaaawhy do you hate mewhy do you hate mewhy do you hate mei really miss you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1728213/ ive forgotten how to dream, recently-it's very upsetting'cause where am i going?what am i getting?just noise, and noise and frustrating noisechoking and struggling anddrowning my croisea flightless smotherdeclining health http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1719400/ when i fell in love i was mesmerized http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1707810/ begging http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1706541/ Lemon Slices http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1701909/ O1 Adventure/Fantasy/Modern http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1701882/ o1 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1701460/ Bare feet slidingacross the thinly veiled misty lightingIce cold and tender solesNot afraid of the underlyingHiding in foxholes,Waiting out the winter, sighingwe see our breathOh the moans of the ones who are lyingupon the edge of death and dyingThis world is a merciless gameConstantly failing but s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1669346/ In passing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1664071/ even when im reaching outi cant quite seem to make itto latch onim slipping further and further outfrom shorethey all throw me ropes and life boatsall which seem to barely miss methe subtle currentis just toying with themitll have me either wayand ill finally get what ive asked forfor so long http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1651756/ its all gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1608737/ a big damn metaphor for depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1602131/ and,as if it were a dream,the melancholy embraced herwrapped it's arms around her chill necklike an old friend, consoling and tender somewhen she looked at him she wanted toswear off love for good; but couldn'tbecause love did not come tothe likes of her easily.nor at all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1514370/ missing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1424376/ like a ruined tip of threaded stringwhat good is there that i can bringim pale, dirty, i wake too lateim sick, im lonely, im full of hatea mold without a distinct shapewhat is this? theres no escapeby now my body is fargonebut it's nothing i should dwell uponsee through, empty, shelless lifeim scare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1406690/ another poem about weird drowning obsession http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1401240/ people say that death is blackthat death is redbut death is whitepure pure white on a foggy, quiet scope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1396128/ Let me drownso that I may reachthe water’s quiet floorA surface of shifting,tendril sand to resta lonely cheekNo, I don’t wantto breathe airor ever make it back to shoreI have waded waves for far too longand it has made me weakCold embracethough not so chillyI think that I want more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1375937/ expectations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1375329/ about reaching adulthood and what a struggle it is http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1374988/ i have rooms of people rooting for meall of them cheering, encouragingsolely for the sake of seeing me succeed.isn't this all a person's to need?i have thousands upon thousandsof silent throne roomsfilled to the brim with nothing but plumesand plumes and plumes of smoke and decayit's what you can sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1360991/ about poisonous relationships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1357534/ A solid night upon the earthin slumber will they keepall their dreams in their little headshush now, for they sleep.When they wake to laugh and playthough, you think it loudthey do so with a pure intentand that should make you proud.One day they'll grow up, well and fineand know things you may notbe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1340339/ just a random drabble of made up lore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1340184/ If I were to say that I didn't hate myselfThen I would be lyingIf I were to go on, knowing I was a little strongerThan others, thenI would know that were trueButThat doesn't cure anxietyNor does it stop depressionOr sate angerI have it too, the cursewe carry in our bonesthe curse so deep thatwe cann.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1337482/ I didn't slice you openAnd pry out your guts upon the floorMaybe I gave you that knifeMaybe I introduced you to the butcherBut it wasn't me.I didn't hang you from your anklesAnd let the blood rush to your headMaybe I clamped the shacklesMaybe I heard the metal chinkBut it wasn't me.I didn't want you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1335640/ a composite of three poems about macabre civil war and forests before dawn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1333698/ they tune you like an old pianowith crooked teeth, yellow and ivoryyou were once a thing of magnificencepolished and light gleamed off your slick, black surfacethere was so much promise in your craftsomeone, once, had shaped you very wellthey must have taken great care in your creationbut the pianis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1333691/ I am going to tell you that i love youand I'm sorry you didn't listen to a single thing i told you.I'm sorry you've reverted back into a shadowbecause shadows need light to grow tall and feel big.but they aren't the real thing.when I knew you, you were a person who still had a spineand your bones we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1333323/ hi! i write vague poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whislin/1333321/