http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zorrin86 The original writings of author Zorrin86 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049507 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Gather around, friends,To the hearthstone,Beside shady fieldsWhere lonely fiends have beenKnown to roamAmong the screamingAnd under flying things. It is here that we will find it, And it’s here thatWe will all be forgiven Under the hearthstone.  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2079588/ The demons come for meAnd they come for you. Though we share a common enemy, Still we remain unglued.  In the inner recesses Of her visions nocturnal, From a chalice shaking distraughtComes the mad pouring of the angel’s draught Born of a wondr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2069263/ My church is a sepulchre on a great hillWhere the nuns are like w****s. Daily we pray to one another in a dark circle of icons, While the rag pickers outside sing strange songs evoking our sins expiation. The sacred wine flows generously to the mouth of my dear friend,She that dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2042859/ 'Enfant des noirs minuits' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2035772/ Or, the continuation of a long existential crisis... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2033897/ 'Only now you're truly well. Those are well who have forgotten' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2033115/ Inspired by two servile strangersToo obsequious for red blood, In caustic amusementWe hurled ourselves at the flood. In a daft satireI embrace my unholy illusions, Like a rogue pupilStabbing his fencing master in want of lessons. She betrayed me the momentWe stepped foot off the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2031865/ Here the workerswork tirelesslyAt no work inparticular, Some scroungingin a cornerFor pieces ofblack bread dowsed in vinegar, While overheadan orchestra plays with violence unmitigated, Sounds tempting andsummoning an ancient sorceress That animatesyour spine W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2031278/ Like smoking hashish in a chimneyTo spite thepreferiti, The electelected a manConvinced of anultimate treacheryTo stand witnessand pardon The mostunpardonable absurdity. In an ironical profusionOf the knightednight's heresy, The hexen firesBurn with anunbr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2030622/ A word without syllables http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2029231/ A man hung his headAs he took on the half-debts of a half-royal family, Idly strumming his instrument in strange rhythms, While listening to the muffled sounds of thievesBuilding their palaces out of littered vanity.In a decaying courtyardAn old man reached out for what he thought was eter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2028446/ Such tired eyesStir dreams into the daft man's cries,As he winnows through the rubbish of aprevious lifeWith the refinement of an albatrossscrawled in the skies, This teacher dressed to distress, Moving easily in a world of regrets. This war without end, Lulli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/2007737/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1982376/ Past the forsaken meadows, Across from the libelous grotto, There in the clearing awaitsYour greatest heart's desire, entangled in whispering reeds and furrowed oak. The maiden laughing on the morning grassflouts all that would woe her, And sooner would she suffer the touch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1944649/ Her sidelong glances shudderingLike a cultured miasmas of suffering, Where the Sultan's daughters sit in alleys Begging bread from the muggers. The pattering of rain on bridges overheadRemind one only of dead cooks fleeingTo the hidden wine cellarWhere distraught dancers fashion dagge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1943387/ Of the den of devoured hearts and dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1918710/ A splice of contradictions And constantly ashamed of one's own happiness, Ever seeking out new perdition,A confident to crow's squawking madness. With a coat threadbareAnd a resolve poised like a harvest sickle, Looking for tribute money to furnish passionsThat inspire Harlot's capricious revels. Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1918703/ "Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind, The foul cubs like their parents are: Their den is in the guilty mind And conscience feeds them with despair." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1916506/ "Man makes rules; nature makes laws." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1916362/ Goaded by time, That accursed Shepard of the wretched, I laid my head down on a pillow of rocksAnd watched the cool blue summer sky, The white clouds in cakey amorphous slabs, Framing the milky, distant moon. Were it possible, I asked myself if wouldn't use my thoughtsTo send that moon crashing down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1888522/ I would like to tell you how I feel, But I feel nothing, And who would care either way?Lost in this smog of apathy. Nourished on dead trees, On famished alms, A scribbled note in the margins, Coddled and coy by chance indifference, A soul bereft of soul, Looking for a corner of spider webs to die in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1885365/ With curious vigor, Like a holy ghost in a forestOf catacombs, The Night Carriage roamsDown every lonely beaten road, Coaxing demonsIn a haunt forsaken, Siphoning water out of ancient stonesIn the pale moon light, A cloaked sorcerer invokes black magic, Whispering in arcane tongues to simple folks s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1883679/ IFrail and fading in a foreign land;I've never felt at home here. I've only been here all of my life,And now it's a part of me. In this godless land with godless graces, I am what the shadows make of me, Through whim and through chance, Molded by spider hands. With every gesture and glance I betray .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1883662/ The age is late;Coffee and bread alone sustain life now.Come into the kitchenAnd watch the mistress prepare the repast, As frail as a life not wishing to last, Like a candle begging to be blown out, And dashed onto cruel factory wheels, Estranged from sages in castlesWith their wizened hands blacken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1881230/ One day while scraping demons off my steps, Loathsome vestiges from the past, and even some vile new conceptions, I became fevered and intoxicated by their poisonous bloodAnd hurled myself at the nearest shore, Blinded by the roar of the oceanAnd hoping for black ships on the horizon to take me away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1877745/ Near a black well teemingWith women screaming,Stones are unearthed and hurledAt the waning moon. Where gods are hauntedIn a land undaunted, What human sacrifices remainAre hurled at tombs. A tyrant drinkingIn a bed that's sinkingOn soil cursed by ancient Hyksos KingsUnhinged in their blasphemy. In p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1874825/ When you're ready to know the truthWith not a moment to lose, You may look down at your scraped handsAnd recall long nights and days Spent crawling in the dark fighting doubts, Dodging poison and slanderHurled from those that would keep your mind in repose and degeneracy. Those leeches are not your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1821786/ If the fires don't strangle, The depths will chase you;Stirred like a torrent, The passions confusedWander in anguishWith glances shrewdFrothing like hell storms, This lady in needThrows to her pyreOf insatiable greed, Ivory stones from casketsBorn of spiraling seas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1818880/ Eternal banalityOf simmering contradiction, On bleak reflectionI follow you to perdition. Insipid fiendsHaunt my waking dreams,As soothing melodies unseenPluck my heart strings redeemed. Unremarkable one, What was built has come undone;Exempting the master's handThat stirs the wretch's playpen. Bele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1810896/ IThere are some beings that wish for deathBut will not do the deed themselves, Lost in some vortex of loneliness or madness,Patrons of different hells. IISound now the trumpets and rally tired bones to the Dance of the Dead!We connoisseurs of the night, Off to the graveyard we go to rally the corpse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1808419/ I mourn for our lost innocenceAnd she thinks me mad, Just like when I sew war buttons onto my jacketFor battles yet to be fought. Forgive me not my trespassesUnless you can feel the sincerity in my voice, Sharp like carved apocalypse rocks From those ancient paintings that you stole in your zest. Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1807320/ My friend, Your good days are gone;Begin your sad days!See how the willows weep for you?Thinking about better days might make you sad,But what else prevents your going mad?Certainly not the weary road ahead, Strewn with pointed rocks and whispers of the dead. There are none that walk beside you, Sav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1806909/ Drink your poison, my dear, It's dearer to me than any bed of wildflowers. But perhaps it's not poison at all, Rather an inscrutable concoction of mystery drugs,Or a glowing panacea to all the world's sufferings.  Mein Harlot, I know not what prevents us from becoming savages, So breathe life i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1805648/ Some gilded governesses, under the influence of a bored Jinn,Hypnotized some fabled Trojan mares with honeyed whispers, Such devious rhetoric that comes no less from mischievous gods!As the stable warden screamed into his hands, They led the noble beasts through the muck and to the cliffs. "What had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1805242/ Sing your song, O my friend, Like devils chanting through mystery vapors. So what if the people hear you?Nobody has been crucified here for a thousand years. The oracle might laugh at you, But she was sold into a harem a fortnight ago. Sing your song, O my friend, Like devils chanting through myster.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1804939/ How lives are frittered away, Ah, the dismay! I myself found loss in all the wrong places, Watching dreams come and go under harlot's graces. Own up, damn you!This life is short as most would claim, Fighting tooth and nail for daily bread, Would one not kill for fame?But the ways of the people are o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1804921/ If you would pray to knowingly false godsI feel you would pray to anything, Not that you've been of sound mind these days. Now let us join hands and become martyrsTo Amish gods and wandering prostitutes. If they would but show us the path to enlightenmentWe could thank them with our blood sacrifice,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1804126/ Who will forgive you of your crimes nowThat the judges have all hanged themselves?And when the ghost of Robespierre comes to haunt youDo not clench your teeth in despair, For there are beings in this world That would sooner possess you than haunt you. I am one of them, but pay no attention to that f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1798083/ A prose poem story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1790555/ Amid hateful trumpets and blistering heat, the Parade ofhorrible people was set to commence. The crowd cackled with people from allwalks of life. In the front directly beside the parade road, the nobles foundtheir place, with their polished hands, satin robes, and careless demeanor.The gentr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1790552/ - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1624872/ There will be no more room in ElysiumIf we fritter away our time in the shadows, All alone in some forgotten pantryThe curvy spider spins her web of liesAnd the more beautiful she is,--thecolder her heart, A necessary barter for the unforgivenand half saneThat decorate this land .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1548780/ Is life so fragileThat you would avoid touching hammersAnd scoff as the madRun around with scissors?Poised in your brushed sleighBefore your god king, The illusion of safety strangledYou with a diamond encrusted hand, But I remember when things weredifferentWhen you jump.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1518916/ Dark is the pall that overhangs myliberation like an ebony cloud of fiery seas, When you look you only see a fragmentFor the ghost is only a part of me, As the drum beats to call to armsAt arm's length I steal away,Watching the drama from a distanceFrom shadowy lands of bli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1513842/ Further conjurings of madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1508207/ If we are to break bread next winterThen we must breathe some sense intothis senselessness,The beggars and thieves would rally toour causeIf it is not altogether without reward,Their succorance is a stain on ourhonorBut all the same there must bematrimony to unite us, To gl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1503037/ When two lovers bask in the warmth of ahair dryerThen you'll know where love trulystands,Not long ago love was just a fairy taleAn occasional shudder from theMinotaur's glance,For things to be easier there wouldneed to be more seductive streamsTo jam a spear int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1503004/ Upon checking the sun dial on his left wristHe wondered if he was decomposing properly, As a wilted General's daughter encircled himSinging unhappy tunes that begged destruction, 'Enchant me not,' the fellow murmured'But lead me into temptation instead,' Which she did happily, but not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1502291/ A story about madness and the charms of modern living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1502189/ If there's enough meat to go aroundThen there's no reason for us to besavages, Of course some of us here arevegetariansAnd this is why we no longer need lawnmowers, What we don't eat we can always savefor laterBut either way the bones will be givento the dead,As recompe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zorrin86/1501932/