http://slow.writerscafe.org/Manxy The original writings of author LPS en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776111490 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hollow point honey buns, running holy rift. Had a dream, once it sold, the buyer called thrift. Found a home in an empty shell, bored just like walls. Tried to cut a doorway, the knives were all too dull. Emptied every pocket, couldn’t find an eye. Only found a promise, a promise became .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/2004011/ She had an eye for it, he knew how to lie for it, together they made a team. They devised a plan, this women and man, would steal the American Dream. He could talk, she had a walk, that would quell a brawling room. They made a pact to pull it off, or together meet their doom. But when he wok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/2004009/ It's kind of ironic, the life of a leaf. Born of a bud, they become part of a tree. Only months later they turn vibrant colors and glide to the ground. Then they curl up and turn brown. I am reminded of excited little feet, while the wind and leaves walk together. Whooshing and scraping across the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1963931/ She said with a big smile on her face and innocence in her voice "I don't believe in psychics". I felt like rolling my eyes because I'd been hearing that for years. I didn't though, I just gave half assed laughed and said "Yeah I could tell, I don't do readings anymore anyway." Then she grabbed my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1963122/ I don't know what I am anymore. Stoned, depressed, maybe the flu? Or maybe way too much of all three. I have this eerie feeling of being suspended. Not like flying though. More like being baked into the middle of a slimy gelatin substance. Even when I push and pull with everything I got, I just slid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1963058/ The wind struck me like it struck me that day. It crawled across my skin, I remembered your face. My stomach began to hurt. I could feel it my face. I felt lost, like I was in the wrong place. I shouldn't be here. How do I get back to there? A crash to the earth, humbling like an addicts last high. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1956302/ There is something beautiful in this sadnessLike it helps you to growLets you know; that love is realYou just can't have itIt was never for youEmpty in this hollow holeSadness becomes angerAnger becomes hersAll that's left is a loss for wordsHearts and promises, lost, broken and coldIn the EndThe tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1582770/  Waiting and waiting...I am hating on this waitingFrustrating, NO concentrationWhat the hell is punctuation?Breathe in the inspirationHold it in... OK, let it goNow you knowFeel the flowI got to goYou can have itI made it for youWhat it is, What it doesThat is up to youMe, I'm outIt's been funS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1530287/  In this world of humanity; we classifyeverything and everyone below ourselves.Faster and Faster; it all flies by.Subtleties swallowed by a warped speed life.Forgetting to remember;You promised yourself, you would never forget.Then you did.Or maybe it was choice.Standing in line, there is alway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1504507/ Written and wrote in numerous ways. So many a compelling need to say. A knot in the throat. A formidable play on play. Truth will lie in the moment to leave lay. What comes next? Who should say? So many more thoughts to betray. Words composed f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1499115/    We the kings when we wereyoung. We had no doubts, knew no wrong. Filled with gumption, so very strong. The only requirement was to belong. Endless parties and laughter. With the world by the balls. Pills and thrills, not a slight inklin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1499107/  Divulged devised a little drunk anddespised. I walked into the room. A hundred eyes rip and pry. As if burning right on through. I know where I am and I don't care. I totally  understand. You find facility with a hundred eyes, Equally los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1499106/                                There was a day, an awful day. Ikilled a mouse you see.To most many this would not be atravesty. This poor little guy, who I laterbequeath a name, had found his w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1499087/ Ilost my nerve gave it away, tried too many timesItis the quiet ones that have the most to say Magnificently manifesting magic veiled fromthe massesNothingcan be proven to finger plugged earsWithall your political correctness you must have forgotten your own reflectionDo not belie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manxy/1499084/