http://slow.writerscafe.org/AlexxDooley The original writings of author Alexx en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038741 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                     A thick, white cord hangs loosely from my right wrist.It's tied tight to my body to prevent any slips.The end on the floor of this white space is frayed.The other end is still tied to y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1481749/ The reality of your leaving has sunken in,like the knife you planted in my skull. Like a flower full of death,blooming in the crown of blood on my head.My crown of thorns is made of barbed wire.It stays on much better than its organic  cousin.My brains and lungs fall out like my tongue.My corps.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1455849/ Expelling entitiesAmassing quantities, ofDisposable figurinesWhat does that really mean?Your faith in hateYou've come to embraceThat violence is madeTo outweigh mistakesAppearances interfereWith things we hold dearPoison your earsWith impossible fearsLie through your te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1433653/ The rays of morning sun lay upon her faceHoneydew had entered our noses.On this field we lay from night, 'till dawn's breakLove being anything but corrosive.There are no iron bars here, material or notOur eyes still blurred from wakingHaving this freedom of never being caught,In the net of rul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1432733/ Bodies grimly hang from treesOn strings, like leaves in the summer.Lives ended with scribbled notes Nailed to dead wood hastily.Twisted corpses with limbs soFrozen in a last attempt to live.Arms around their throats As though they could be rescued.No one could save you when you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1431949/ Spitting curses at innocent peopleDemonic verses demolish this steepleThe churches fill with hypocritesHate runs wild, all the while I sitUp on my throne of broken glassShards leave scars of the distant pastMy arms bleed as much as my soulWithin my heart there is carved a holeI s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1430636/ Beneath the rocks and above the boilingCenter of the earthA large cave sits, the mornings raysNever touching herAlone it's mouth swallows bats and Small birds and insectsWhen it speaks in breathsIt sighs in silenceOften a moan will come pouring out,It's mouth wide openThe gut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1430094/ In the dark of late fall I found myself walkingI gave out a call Fell to my knees, beginning to crawlMaturity I lacked, and My ignorance had led me hereI had used all my friends When they would lend an earSpoke I did of ignorance And hate and intoleranceAll the while I lacke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexxDooley/1429576/