http://slow.writerscafe.org/BAlanMorgan The original writings of author BAlanMorgan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040281 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Heart broken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1590417/ After being gone a long time, focusing on school, I decided to divulge into new fields of writing that I had never tried before. This is riddled with dark subject matter, vulgarity, and humanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1589639/ A nonfiction narrative that I made while I was sick this week, with salmonella. Being sick made me do a lot of thinking, while lying in bed alone for hours on end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1476332/ Oh, how the smoke rises, as we all fall down. It makes us choke lifeless; on this air we drown.    Times have made us bitter and contempt; on this life we are spent. Like shriveled flowers, we all wither away,Oh just make it through today! &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472996/ Burn through the photographs, you wretch, and take the things you want,leaving soon, n'goin' to forgetall the things that you've taught.A plague of nothing, but the lack there of,is how this slow torture is worse than none.I will see you again, perhaps up above,but not again, as my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472994/ Night after night," a wish to a light," with a dream at the end of the day.A story is composed, written down in the dust,it's another one fading away.Please stay with me,Don't pack up again,Oh sweet helpless babe,lost but not forgotten.How the a*s rears, in back breaking weights."Pile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472993/ Splintered floors are under bloody feet.Oh, the places that we've been,how they're draggin us down!Dirt, soot, and rubbles on the street--the bombs are done, but we're not free;oh we look to a vacant crown.But the stars in the sky how they shineand bring light to the world.Not a single soul will cry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472991/ "come in, you friend,come rest a while."(hypocrites)Find that moment,bliss and utopia, rather?--dissolution and weeping.WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!You got in my eyes!Bitter old fool,all you do is make me crya girls tears a womans fears,you monster. You have no layers,you grounded old thing;onions don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472990/ I cannot find, I cannot bemore than this, more than thee.You are so much more than manand I am that which is 'sovereignty', ruled by that of a collective kind:underlying 3-piece argument of mind,the ethics, the logic, and that other oneyet as empathetic as a stone.You are you, and cannot b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472989/ Rage of Jacob!Dragged by the chains of his namesake, you see-"Burn that leather bound Book,"is softly whispered in the left ear, as the Sunday prophets buzzlike, the stinging bees humming in the right."You cannot wear red!"they scream, with a prick-standing behind a woodenodalisque.  "You canno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472988/ This is a book of my composite poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472985/ Chapter One of Everything or More http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1472532/ I thought I'd give it a crack. I'm stuck here alone again. I miss her a lot and I just wanna see her all the time, but I guess that doesn't matter to anyone. I get home, the shoes come off, the belt next, and finally I plop onto the couch and stare at the ceiling. Why? Who told me to feel th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1470609/ Have you ever wanted more from life? Jim always has. On his journey in life, from a seemingly worthless existence in a poor world, to the transmogrification of everything he knows, David finds more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BAlanMorgan/1470605/