http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lexyeff The original writings of author Lexyeff en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995155 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He followed me into the sun Dripping with intensity by the time we were done He dove with me into a sea of passion And we needn't come up for air All of our troubles disappeared behind a sheet of linen We laid together in blossoming meadows He took credit for a broken f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1501854/ I have social anxiety and it can be very inhibiting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1501835/ Out of sight out of mind Except when you're hallucinating drunk on a kick On a trip To an island with never ending pills This drug It fills All the spots he left empty Suddenly my heart doesn't feel so heavy As everything starts to illuminate I'm swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1501817/ This blade,  It feelsWhat the world doesn't want to hearGutter children lost in lifeWe've given up the fight for pride Now it leaks out of usAll the poison that was indoctrinated into us Some call it a rebellion, I'm just trying to escape the hell my mind is swimming in Dail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1501805/ "It's not my fault!" you scream. As you're drowning in self-pity. Ever the monster; life swallowing you up, going over your spine with its teeth. had you been under the wheel of that car, the tracks of that train, the end of that ropebut you're the last thing that flickers over her eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1485763/ My mother recently had a miscarriage and to help cope I decided to sit down and dedicate a poem to, baby Jude. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1482652/ an inescapable nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478698/ How does it feel when your venomous lies position on your tongueThen slither through your lips.Spraying into the air like toxinsYet your heart doesn't even have the decency to interject http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478089/ In a world of no god - I have faithIn a world of just anybody - I search for the oneIn a world of rejection - I accept you allIn a world of lost - I will lead the way backIn a world of helpless - I will always be thereIn a world of heartless - I am sympathyIn a world of themI am me- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478086/ life is a funny little thing. We're given premeditated ideas to submit to. Shown how things are "meant to be". What is approved and what is punished. We're all here to play a certain part, and well. Much like the hamster running inside of a plastic ball day-to-day, life doesn't differ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478081/ Bind me from realityJust grant me a slither of unconscious purgatoryShut me off from my mindIt's sicklyDecaying my surroundingsThrough broken eyes I see every crackIn the mirror I plant before myselfNeglecting this fragile frame protection from my rabid tendenciesUseless without possessing the decen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478079/ my hope lies broken all over the floor before melike pieces of glassobliterated beyond repair and much like glass; you would only hurt yourself trying to put it back together faith is just symbols on ancient parchment words meant nothing there were enough shooting through th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478074/ It feels as though I am propped up in a chairhands tightly tied behind mea looming stranger tries to pry my heart from my cheststicking each fingernail into the circular incisionmeticulously separating the two organsa minty sensation emanates from within my larynxmy insides agapethe frigid hand wedg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478073/ More difficult than you knowWhat's it like to have your heart scattered in pieces around the map? I know, and I know it's an ache that can't be seen. It's an ache so vicious it can be felt by those surrounding it. It twists and curls your insides. Inventing new knots of nausea. Debate flutters throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478068/ Oh what a tantalizing little world this is;How the brittle, pretty face stares at the succulent sugarsAnd the bingers, binge and bend and hover over porcelain bowls, emptying their stomachs of figure-dementing contentsJust as the preachers perfect daughter throbs from somewhere deep beneath conserva.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lexyeff/1478066/