http://slow.writerscafe.org/ssimstar The original writings of author Simstar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776338606 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I drink from a cask of wild, sweet woodBonfire-smoked of Eden's treesJuiced and tart from that Apple's leesPassion's the potion that poisons my blood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssimstar/1464027/ Begins.The cigarette is lit, the face is drawn; pen hovers over the white, white sheet, trembling slightly, whilst seconds pass into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days and weeks and months and ... Do you remember that summer? Warm, languid days that lingered long past their bedtime; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssimstar/1464014/ For God says life should be destroyed,The bounteous kiss, be it forged in love, of any w***e is voidSo limbs should be rent from holding fleshAs demon teases with red iron and lashWhilst reason, pricked by conscience, slowly dripsInto cup of concupiscence that merely teases lips... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssimstar/1464012/ Brief, caught I, the scent of my funeral pyreBuilt by those without sense of that cleansing fireThat will have it's revenge on such spare limbs as I can recruitTo make dying not an end but a desire.So, my words ebb away on marvellous air, for the dead don't speakAnd those words that might .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssimstar/1464010/ Sang froid is in the literal grave installedThe dust you attempt to shake off is never there,Unless the spittle dried on hated-face on hated-wallCan freshly mount the deceptive airWill you remember, my all-too-unbrief friend?Will my hard-wrung words work a sinew to bend?Will saints in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ssimstar/1464009/