http://slow.writerscafe.org/AlexMoore The original writings of author Alex S. Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776224513 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i don't want to write your name down on anymore pieces of paper,in anymore notebooks.it's funny in the way where you have to make it funnyso it hurts a little less when you're avoiding eye contact.she probably forgot melike a thought that wasn't written down in time.and that's funny.it's f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1741601/ she was about 10 glasses of her mortality inand the night and day were actually the samethough i am sure she never knew that sixty six pages into the story on my arm about other skeletal beings when she burstsinto my consciousness within a dream  “How beautiful would you feel if all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1523577/ i never had to close my eyes to see me one hundred blue tents(royal blue) in two rows,a hollow stream splitting the ground between themout in a yellow field we found by accident you’re trying to convince me you putsprinkles on your ice cream for th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1519363/ it’s that frozen bluethat’s almost graymaking me wonder whatit’d be like to feelcold forever. concrete waterfalls playthe tune of everyonei’ve ever cared aboutbeing somewhere else. i’ve just always felt likei&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1514736/ you drank coffee in that dream to try to wake upmy feet are cut up from the long grass floodinginto the creek we looked up to watch an armyof hot air balloons carry their baskets of waterto somewhere unreachable a miscellany of stars belong to the night wall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1511143/ There’s a place you made for meWhere it rains hot water And nothing has faces.  A failing reactor at the centerOf a burning amusement park,My nuclear heart.  100 years from now it may be safe to return, But no one will.  You can run, I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1495761/ All I see is determined by the heart beats of others.My eyes merely fixed on a dark green sonar screen,Mapping the landscape off of the warm beats of hearts. A permanent picture of scenery is out of the question.What is visible and what is not changes every time I send afr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1489223/ “I hate that you’re sad. I wish I could make you happy.” I couldn’t help but wonder if you Would tell me that sober.Maybe it doesn’t matter. My fingers cross over the scars you made on your legs, You say those are only a reminder of a behavior left behind.And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1489207/ I see poisoned bodiesfalling overgiving in to impulse I see empty vessels walking, not livingjust going I see laughterfor the sakeof laughter I see the poisonedbodiestheir broken eyestheir convenient smiles I see t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1489191/ A f*****g cellphone,Ice on the road,And a drunk driver.Standing in the ditchWondering which somethingRuined everything. The girl who mightHave loved him walkedDown to join us and weWatched her heart break.Since that day I haven’t Seen her the same.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1489138/ My failed complexion complemented the powder blue car door.Pushing the red balloon over to the passenger side as ifThere were somewhere I could deliver it. I promised I would come home. Now, I only know where that isSupposed to be. I gripped the wheel, the only thing Holding me t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1489052/ Just a poem about a girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1489051/ A friend I should have lost.I apologized for myselfAnd the kind of friend IWasn’t all summer.She was just grateful,Maybe too much so,That I say sorry now.I got up from the floorAnd sat back againstThe trundle bed. She yelled at me over and over&ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AlexMoore/1488733/