http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheLividScribe The original writings of author J.M. Santós en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016754 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes it happens this way.In this quiet, yet wreckless way where you have one drink one night. Two the next.. five the night after.Not realizing how tightly you have had your fist wrapped around your vice. Staying awake until 5 am on most days. Unable to grasp your slumber. Unable to e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/2482385/ Journal entry/poem from a couple of years ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/2157456/ Mujer de miel y piel tiernaCon ojos llenos de noche obsidio y palomas blancas.Mi pecho grita aqui mientras espero por solo un chanceUna oportunidad de aguantar la atención de esas ventanas maravillosasY yo .. si comprendo que tuMagnifica diosa de mujerHas caminado mil paseos sobre esta tierra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/2087865/ *Breathe in* Mother universeShow me how to breathe again.Feel my feet against your soil and ground me, I beg of you, ground me.For my spirit has wandered into hollow caverns that she was never meant to step soul in, and in doing so has lost herself.Invigoriate my will, and learn me confi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/2077714/ Madre TierraCellestial biosphere of moist earth and universal current.We suck at the teat of your nourishment with an unquenchable greed. Failing to recognize that the damage we inflict upon the one consistent mother who will care for the children we bare, will have lasting consequences.I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/2070845/ My darling QueenTonight, I will tie a silk thread to both of our anklesAnd I will kiss you softly before i part into a venture to prove my love.I will float.Penetrating into an atmosphere riddled with diamond dust and bursting stars Watching the masses pass me by until I can find our Pluto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/2070844/ d.c.🥀 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/2070843/ Making love to youis like soaking in a well-aged, sultry, velvet wine..My skin would blush and simmer at the slightest caress of you..My very spirit bathes in your essence until my desire to breathe you eventually reduces me to marrow sponge.. I'd take you inDrink you from every livid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1512556/ That which is profound knows no other way to be than darkFor darkness rests upon the face of the deepAnd he who questions eventually comes to understand the theories of everything; as well as create his own by the vast expanses of time, space, probability, consequence and the evolution of hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1497326/ Wrote this when willingly being a rebound to a woman I was secretly in love with. Wishing for reciprocation, never awarded. But she always came back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1453592/ Practice and dedication can create masterpieces greater than the expectations of any perfectionist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1447642/ I hate our alternating schedules. Late nights and early morningsWhere every turn is a turn without a lovers face. No sweet french kisses, entwined with the mouth of morning and french roast coffee. Two lovers going about life at different times, different places - so many fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1415454/ This is an older poem I wrote my sophomore year of High School. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1415448/ Oh heaven, dear sweet oneHow I long to explore the bountiful universes hidden within the nurturing confines of your sun-kissed, honey almond skin.I caught glimpses of the skies beneath your crazed, burdened eyes and prayed for them to become the story of MY own life..Let us share grins and sin witho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1415445/ I awoke to you..Eyes lazing over me as you welcomed my consciousness with a gentle caress of my sheet-dented cheeks. Your perfect silhouette dancing on our headboard and that beautiful face of yours.. Saturated with the hazy, morning sunlight as it selfishly peeked its way through the delicate .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1415441/ Let us make love..Bare and shamelessly beneath the starlit vastness of this beautiful, blue-black, velvet night.Let us play twister beneath the stars. Bodies and limbs matching the countless constellations above us.. Using them as our Kama Sutra instructors for tonight's spiritua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1415440/ Making a decision is difficult when you have your ancestors whispering every failure it could turn into down the spine of your back..Becoming your own woman seems like a goal far too unattainable..for you have welts, scars and bruises that decorate your values..You were never supposed to understand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheLividScribe/1415435/