http://slow.writerscafe.org/PoncedeLeon The original writings of author Lestat de Lioncourt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070273 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I know a girl with thoughts in her head,Not many people with understand.She lives her life in enlightened blissAn anomaly this little miss.Misunderstood and taken wrongly,Poor her for she feels lonely,within herself and out in the open,There's on thing this girl isn'tAnd that's brokenShe's perfect i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoncedeLeon/1384179/ These pills, they're keeping me sane.When all I want to do is feel pain.Pain is good don't think me a sadist,it makes the mind reel like an old projector,projecting it's contents on a screenfor all to see.That's what's missing in me.So I sit here lapping it up like a thirsty dog,wondering when I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoncedeLeon/1356070/ What a crying shame,those to blame are winning the game.Stand up and shout,come together, and bottle-neck your doubt.Because if not for revolution,We would not be able to clear outCorruption.Polluting the mind of the feeble,Like the pope on a steeple.Don't you know,we are ruled by charisma?and silve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoncedeLeon/1350005/ As I walk around,I see, nothing butdestruction.Complacency.Mistrust in the government,by you and me.where is the wine?Promised by thee.Honey and lime,for you and me.Where does it end?We spend and spend,for nothing but emergency,no urgency.Rectify!Testify!oh why, oh why?Will it ever end?No.Educate th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoncedeLeon/1349229/ Money is freedom they say,I don't agree.To be truly free,is to be an outsiderto society.with all it's norms and practices,aren't we the fools?or those who "practice" less?we chase and fight,for god given rite.not worth the pain and plight.it takes more that success to clean one's slate,"success" det.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoncedeLeon/1349225/ Square pegs and round holes.Cats on dog shoals.Evil spirits in cathedrals.Does it make sense?Of course it does,perfectly.A soul-dier,a brother.I,his protector,and also his anchor.If it not for me,this world would think him a quack.A vagrant.Mad.Why can't anyone see,the pain he feels,I feel it in me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PoncedeLeon/1349218/