http://slow.writerscafe.org/nickchidiac The original writings of author nickchidiac en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007998 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The end will be,When crooked teethSink into flesh of us.Our speechless stare,Into the air,Replaced by clouds of dust. We need a stopOf histories plot,An awakening of senses.A bleeding heart To make a start,And weaken their defenses. With danger great,Against.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/716843/ There is a love out there. Existing not between crumpled, wax covered sheets of paper that hide from reality, nor in the ever-changing pictures on screens which hypnotize even the worldliest eyes, nor in moods which fall by the wayside of more tempting infatuations but between two jokesters codd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/699306/ I’ve seen you naked.Glancing in a poseMore beautiful from head to toeThan anything I’ve never seen.A breathing portrait to which I must marvel forever in words.I’ve seen you naked.Your skin pale and realIn the light of this house.Wide eyes like,I’m a blu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/698139/         My father was an actor who would often take my sister and I with him on his nightly walkings of the dog, mostly on weekends because of our respective bedtimes on the nights before the days we spent in school, and occasionally he would engag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/629770/ You were the intensely slow-burning cigaretteOf my summer.You evaporated so slowlyAs to not be see byThe naked eyeCreating an oblivionIn my nicotine infected mind.Every drag of you filled my heartWith such a euphoria that you,And you alone, Created an addiction Only comparabl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/623296/ As I sit, alone, in my car pouring smoke from the depths of my soul and matching music to my mood, I am exploring my wire crossing brain. The visions of you are so vivid, that I almost cant contain myself. I want feel your lovely lips on mine while walking through the mall, just because you felt l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/622490/ As it ends, sometime around sunrise,Or at least that’s when your forced to admitThat your lover will leaveAnd you stand, at the end of her drivewayAnd the car is packed full of the things that she cant live without.And you don’t make the cut,Your minds are both flooded wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/592958/ I dismiss it as a lack of sleep,Buts its so hauntingly more deep.A little shut eye just subsides my shame.But a lack of devotion ,And life’s unfriendly motions,Make every nights’ journey the same. I’m pining for pleasure,But unyielding weather,Keeps blowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/589304/ It’s a Wednesday nightAnd I expectedly find myself sitting in a carMaking pointless conversationsWith the closest thing I have to a companionTalking of our sadly minute sexual triumphs.In between the most random quotes of our dialogueWe stareAnd wonderAbout dozens of careless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/588023/ There must be an angel out thereAs corrupted as a money-hungry politician.And angel whose crooked smirkCould only represent that of one who gets The utmost satisfaction from the havoc she reeksOn the meaningless lives of those below her.A smirk symbolic of the same inferiority complex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/587712/ I’ve been thinking about my first tattooAnd of what marks the man should do.I think I’ll do an ode to thoseWho have captured my audio receptors most.I’ll start with Blink 182,Whose innocence I’ve treasured true.And Say Anything, with clever hooks,Got me to giv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/587170/      A slap across the chub-skinned cheek of his face and he writhes in pain and curiosity, as he wonders still who this angel-faced torturer is.     “Take that!” she screams, as she delivers the top side of her foot to his shriveled hang .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/586544/ Oh baby,Your baggy and self-disheveled style makes me hot in all the right places,The way your pants hang so elegantly off of your waste,Yet still giving me the basic proportions Of your well-shaped gluts, Gives my tortured mind just enough of an ideaOf your unflinchingly good looks... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/586307/ With the color of caution, and the texture of a rotten banana,You are the rodeo clown,Which distracts me from the angry bull I’ve become.Everyday you wake to an orgy of drugs and dirty hip hop music,Paint your face, And become the ‘where waldo?’ of society.To see you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/586300/ The magnetic warmth of the weather is Pulling my imagination out the door,Yet my a*s stays planted in a hard plastic chairIn the back of the most vanilla classroom I’ve ever seen.Staring at the back half of a spike haired frat boy,I cant help but listen to his bragging To cowardl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/586003/ Come gather ‘round friends of the friends I have known,And make peace with the fact that your all all-aloneWith the fear that the reaper would somehow have knownOf the secrets you’re secretly savin’And you better start lyin’ or your cover is blown. Oh the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/585993/ A lonely vibration wakes me from my slumber,And grants me wicked whims to wonder,Like abandoned ships I beg to plunder,It turns me over,It turns me under,My manic joy is cast asunder.That thoughtless thief’s thrown storms of thunderWhat tomorrow sees for you and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/585532/ Despite my overwhelming use of self-medication,However constant and seemingly life-affirming it may be,It bears no candle to the affect you have on me,One small fix of you and I find myself stuckPining for the use of my lower mandible as my faceSwallows itself in a numbness that My mer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/584945/ On this one I wanted to try to simplify a little bit, I think the story is pretty clever and using the same basic rhyming words throughout was a technique I was trying and I kind of like it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickchidiac/583344/