http://slow.writerscafe.org/crusaderscross The original writings of author Crusaderscross en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013032 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cement pictures scream their presenceThe wind is the only outsider allowedA blanket of suspended legs cover the open skyColors multiply and then disappear in a sea of whispersThe ground trembles and sinks when the noise entersThe constant reminders tell their storyIn each of them, the presence of ti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/593397/ Walking down the 42 fake ceramic stairs in my building, I was thinking about how I never climb them the same way. Sometimes I walk strait, take them in an angle, or even skip 2 at a time.I am probably not the only one who does this, but on the other hand, I could be the only person that thinks "how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/591230/ An untamable space of collective stupidityHope of goodness, hope of truthwashing away when one of them is bornIt grows with every selfish thoughtslowly choking the life from those who resistUnable to stop this growing plague,the infection by unknowing parasites beginsBillions have been breadAll of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/591227/ Night comes fastThe noise of the streets consumes the airHundreds of wandering micetry to find a pathScorching heat of fleshstains the sidewalksGreen, yellow, then redthe mice stop like trained dogsSome try to cross, no availThe heat is rigorous andthe lights blindingMice are everywheregetting nowhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/591224/ Whispering scent of black earthFleeing towards the begoneFeeling the trembling fearsAlways present when the pain is goneBewitched by everlasting happinessBut never completely safeFrom the darkened sky comes deathNo pity is offeredCold shivers engulf the spaceThere is no hereThere is no more me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/591221/ White walls, mirrors to the outsideSanity not an option anymoreHome equals 15 square feetMultiple neighbors inhabit this spaceVoices mumbling, they ask questionsThoughts of escape melt away at the sight of themThe master visits, we are frightened Arms and legs bounded by steelWithout permission, he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583532/ Streets filled with empty noiseOld buildings crowed with shadowsThe lucidity of tranquility taking effectSleep is needed against the lost of sanityA door opens amidst the suffocating airMy mind clouded by doubts of offendingI walk inMy vision engulfed with images of the initiatedMultiple wooden beds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583526/ Sitting here awaiting lifeA face lost behind the windowHalf-cup of espresso is leftThe smell of depression enters his bodyAttention and recognition desperately neededto fill the void of this offspring not wantedPaper and pen in hand, tears begin to flowWords written repel the originality of creation.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583519/ Innocence that once wasThe enigma of childhood memoriesImages of dreams hadEntombed in the elderly placeThe gaze of youthfulness passedTime cannot be haltedThe cycle of life at an endRegrets of looking backThe return of one's selfFeelings of melancholy take overReality is cruelNothing accomplishedHa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583516/ The smoker walks forwardwithout the least bit of a clueI can't help but laughHis cancer is nearA cloud of black smokes pollutes allHe thinks he is safe, buthe is the foolDeath is behind...approachingThe smoker walk fasterHe starts running, butdeath is getting closerThe smoker is still in denialAlmos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583508/ Left alone, wind wandering looking for shelterNothing to see, nothing to feelMy body shivering from the emptiness of painLight becoming dimmer as clouds hum their presenceIncreasing desperation refuses to fleeSounds of nothing besiege my spaceMemories of forgotten happiness impossible to reachIllusi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583500/ He sits, blinded by reccuring thoughts of what wasFace riddled with years of boredomHe wonders "WHAT IF ?"Cursed by the gift of timeless existenceHis imagination cannot be emptiedAll that is left for him is...everything All he can do is count the seconds until...But he know there is no end http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583497/ Hurt by himPain on highEmotions on crackControl is lostDepression on startTears infiniteDespair the next stepSuicide entersThe act committedThe end not permitted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/583495/ It is nearLife is crying grayMy body becomes tiredIt is nearThoughts become coldEmotions need sleepIt is nearSenses are scaredBreath is lightIt is nearNumbness everywherePain is unbearableIt is nearI smell the divineIt is hereI am no more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/582591/ The calm feeling of hateTrembling passion of manPools of dripping bloodWar is the nature of the beastThe sound of death is everywhere,marching closer and closer searching for the weakIt remains anonymous,until the days first sunlightPhysical memories disappear in a cloud of noiseConfusion comes with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/582587/ Torment of miseryEmotionless stareEndless gaze of sadnessHappiness bareSorrow of nice wordsPain in voiceAgony not heardSilence is choiceDesire is lonelinessEmotions uponSolitude equals greatnessYesterday be gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/582581/ Sometimes I think, then my head achesGreen pills close, but none takenSometimes I think, thennothing happensMy head still achesThe wall is close, BANG!!!!I am on the floorMy head still achesI start to think (take the pill)Gun goes off,nothing happensMy head still achesI drink a beer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/582578/ She is goneNowhere in sightI ache herShe still stays goneI scream COME BACKShe answers notI whisper her nameNo replyI start to wonderA voice speaksLeave me peeShe flushes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/582577/ Far from me I cannot goTrapped in this cell of INever to be releasedI scream at ME, hollow soundI answer nothing, I do lessEmpty words, empty soundsI speak to ME, hollow soundI answer I, words singME answers I, STOP speaking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/582575/ The transparency of cold airThe tree sits, barely breathingChilling winds wanting the lifeIt cannot fight the temptation of deathGrey gasping leaves welcome the angels of beyondThey begin to sleep and fall toward the earthRotting smell strikes the dying bodyBranches lower themselves honored to be ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/582572/ Left alone, wind wandering looking for shelterNothing to see, nothing to feelMy body shivering from the emptiness of painLight becoming dimmer as clouds hum their presenceIncreasing desperation refuses to fleeSounds of nothing besiege my spaceMemories of forgotten happiness impossible to reachIllusi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crusaderscross/581619/ Street of limitless hungerStench of sweating restsThe unnamed lie bare...andthe unwanted wait in lineDespair awakens the nightRoom darkened by imposing wallsBlindness is the way outSounds of passing metalDeafness sets inMemories are all that remain...of a dream once imaginedImpossible to leave this .. 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