http://slow.writerscafe.org/LilyGrogan The original writings of author Lily en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 tremors running down my armsthrough palms to my fingertipsold memories newly intact and shame accompanys them stoutlythe freedom of delusion is fickle and crumblesthick form reality with it's bitter taste followsshackles to melt my brain, trouble me,with these long, agonizing tremorsso acute is the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1738781/ I waver 'neath the frenzy line And find myself struck, wonderingIn this neutral foreground, blank and naked-It appears bemused.I wish for a moment that I could articulate And find myself drawn to you,Stupidly, I wait for still words to form fluid And push themselves from my pen Lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1664572/ Who is it that asks me to sit here and take a hit Battle one for a teamWhose mates have long since left my side?Drudging treklessly through erratic memoriesOf some drug fueled escapadeA frenzy of wits and limbsAnd spiralling decents to utter madnessCodguelling sore head, neck and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1625672/ I cannot make you feel.I cannot make those tiny hairsOn the back of your neckStand rigid and shiver ,Like liquid water down your spine.I cannot make your headFill with substanceAnd lift from your shoulders in it's fullness.Or induce for you, sweet trickles of sweat,That run in ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1601933/ You waver at me,As if to greet me.Neat packed organs-That eye of your face!Gazes at meUnblinking.My own, quizzical.I cannot understand youI recognise the curved, green arch of your napeCurled petal lips, peelingAnd scattered veinsThose drained little capilariesBleached, r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1558486/ I swear I saw You in my dreamsBobbing your shy head in that roadside CageAnd The Man who fed you crumbs- all dayShowed me how to Kill you right.I dunked your Angle head in boiling oilAnd fought your thrashing wings 'till you Stilled.Once dissembled, I glimpsed your Black eyeAnd even th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1549109/ The house grows colder and emptier with each passing day, each passing of yet another angst filled night. A haunting kind of cold, that burrows itself beneath the skin until it's icy fingers find the bone and wrap themselves around it. A coldness that cannot be shaken off, or buried under any amou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1542895/ I have no imagery for you.No words to paint the prettiness of a face,Or the stillness of some watching eyes.No metaphor or likeness,For some unconditional love-Or even some spare thought.I have no musical conditionTo pull myself into the memory of youNo colours no lights, no sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1533714/ Flickering blazeYou grip my insides with flameMy mind- alightWith cat tail tendrils.Your flicking red tonguesThat lick the base of my fixed eyeballsAnd turn my thoughts to ash.Not quenched - void of temptation!To temper, or be tamedBy the raw singe of alcoholAt the back of my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1532551/ Black bugMy bones are shaking.The sensation of all thoughtNumbed by these rattling nervesBringing with it that simmering bileThat stench of putrid fleshClinging ragged to my bones as I writeThe skin that would slough from the black rotShould I caress it.The jittering image,Flas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1519904/ His skin, like paper, carefully folded over flesh and boneCupped gently, movements rigid in careful, pale refinementFragile, he is a construct of the past he tries to escapeAnd light to the touch, like he might sway, topple, take flight at any given momentBut his eyes, pierced through with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1499907/ I feel my lungs slowly fill with air, And hold it for a prolonged moment,I don't want to let it goIt offers form and shapeAnd keeps me afloatAnd when i breathe outI'm afraid The vacuum that I createWill buckle me- i'll foldLike crumpled paperAnd topple towards the ground.But .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1496641/ Burst, exult, engulf! In ugly reign,Waves of mutation, sweepingthe patchwork landscapeCities and countries bound in quicksand,to please the fleeting aesthetic eye.But crumbling, as they sink,block by disintegrating block, cracking, forceful, destructive as they fall-obliterating th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1490057/ Her voice a little too loud, her demeaner a little too demanding. He, a tad too impatient, sometimes too angry.She's lazy when she could be brilliant, and flippant when you tell her so.She's overly subdued, once quick smiles and easy laughter- now, head lolled, dulled senses, drooping ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1454931/ Locked against the wallvenomous words spit and hissa place so smallbetween his arms where i cant dismissLocked inside his starehate scorches holes at the back of my eyeswaiting for his rage to flarewaiting for the night of my final demiseLocked behind this doornight turns to da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1454236/ He found a little pictureframed and hanging steadythe oiled sunlight dappled across hillsand lit the paraffin of his watching eyesPoised on his mantel, he felt it would be perfectso he brought it home and laid it bare.Labour and regretswould release him new each dayfor his eyes to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1451448/ Howling gusts echo through the void, raze across the dirt ground, windswept terrain.Jagged eyesores spot the desolate wasteland, thick pollutants that choke and suffocate, while alien entities dissemble with pinprick pupils.Relentless digging and groping, plucking dust from gaping holes- not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1444943/ Vile creatures filled with hatefor one another, brothers and sisters alikeEyes averted, destined to not communicate No soul shall be allowed to touchpersonal lives far too precious to share,these are the dwellers of a digital world.Friendship will be a yes or no question the cost of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LilyGrogan/1444385/