http://slow.writerscafe.org/madman1978 The original writings of author Michael Wright en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986489 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What comes in the end? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/2159730/ Not sure yet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1992338/ @page { margin: 0.79in } p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120% } Drifting into the deep and dark night.His soul knows little of the light.The deep scars hide the pain.Fear runs within his veins.Anger dripping down with tears.Knowing there will be no ending.No one walks with hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1869062/ The hour has grown late; Cannot halt the churning of the minds.Wishing to slumber with her, tempting for that last opus.Fully cloaked with linen; naked deep into the night.Souls exposed bearing the light; love, hope, and faith cleansing.Dreams they keenly shared,thoughts told and exposed.Shredding t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1664194/ The heart, broken and alone.Feeling nothing but pure emptiness.The soul reaching for her.Grasping nothing but air.The body wanting to feel again;It all seems to be a dream.Just brief images of her face.Longing to touch her lips.The kiss igniting a blaze. The sweet smell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1660422/ Ask me what I can give . . . . .  I will promise you my heart and soul.Tell me what you want, . . .. . . that what only you wish to give.For the many days and years . . . . . .I have longed for just that.Seeking for your redress. . . . . . seeking for your forgiv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1660405/ Once it was calledsweet misery But it broughtnothing but pain It was never to besweet NO one could hearthe screams To torment deepunder my skin It had been here solong Days and nights areshaded gray Misery never needingcompany .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1571662/ Richard attends His friends, Wally's house after his father funeral http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1570683/ A type of horror I guess They finding an ancient Demon and they have to destroy it of course http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1570682/ My heart remainsopen The scars of pastlove I have bled a river To what end I have The love shallremain The pain of lovingyouEven today itremains You walked like ademonFrom the crime youcommittedThe blood youspilled Ripping my heartapa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1568432/ What happens when you listen to Slayer while writing.... m/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1565121/ This beast liveswithin meIt lays just beneathmy skinIt knows myweaknesses It does not care forthe strengthsNo energy will killitNo pills will bringa cure My control is but anillusionIt brings the painIt wont let me HideSteps upon thetriggers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1565114/ See that man yonder?The one on the bench there. The one addressing to pigeons He was sent to war as a young manReturned as something wholly different Today, he just cannot survive the painHis dreams are full of living nightmaresHe will not share those visionsWish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1561696/ This is what yougive me? This is what I getfor nothing? Cold cruel andfucked up! I did not earn thisI certain do notdeserve itI NEVER asked forthis...You always knew howto cut me Deep - hard - to thebone wounds that wonthealjust leaving me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1550926/ no One has ….. LikeYou no one has      ever touched me,     shown true love ,     believed in me,      talked to my soul,          eased all my pain,  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1550923/ Out in the nightonly with a pale light Walking as ifmindlessly, with thoughts of awoman. Filing my mind, myheart ,my soul Her pale skin in thelight made of porcelainStaring Eyesconnect, seeking They dance slowly inthe moonlight Neither le.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1550920/ Just for TodayMichael Wright Aug 23 2014 Some say I was bornwith you in meI don't know aboutall that now I know you tried todestroy me You even tired tokill me What the hell did Ido to you?I tired to fight youoff I tired to reasonwith you Ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1549287/ I am no longer wholeman I have stayed fartoo long I should have done many things The chance was lostday after day This love wascrushed and mangled Never a secondthought given That second chanceNever seen Aimlessly I walkedaway again .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1549233/ I am an alcoholic and addict. The rise of deaths for Heroin is something never seen before. Just something that has been bugging me over the last week of the number people lost to a dreadful disease. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1549201/  Rains have drenchedme to the soul. Left chilled to thebone. Breath of air leaveswith a puff.The ground soakedand left muddy. Drains and guttersoverflow with debris.Roads and streetswashed with down pours. Detours for floodingand cellars pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1549197/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }I dreamt of you inmy sleeping hour Laid out before meon the cold stone Your Naked beautyfill my vision Alabaster skinalmost glowing The sweat beads onthe surfaceA slight breezechilling the air .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1544021/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }You tired to bringme down to your levelI saw all of you,evil and scorned Your soul marked byyour actionsBurned and torn; youfeed upon fleshYou drank the bloodand energy from themThinking you were soprefec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1544018/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }Fear Where does the fearbegin and end? From inside thismind I cannot run Inattention to allaround I am lost Unintended detailscare not be tendered With all I am, myattempts fail The hole is just t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1544016/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }I am ...A man of a differentbreed The one with allyour mystery Full of love andpassionA treasury of deepthoughtsLost within his ownfantasy Wet from the everpresent storm Walking in thosedark hollo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1544013/ This was written last year at point when the pain from from my chronic illness and the meds didnt seem to help. I fell into a dark dark place. This is one piece of many from that period http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1544005/ They say it is the journey we should pay attention not the destination. Some days I wonder http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1544004/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }I was never giventhat second chanceYou tossed it allaside like old clothingNo kisses upon thepillowYou never saw thedreamEach day attemptingto give my bestWith each new day,the best was yet to comeYou m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1544001/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }Wearing the the maskto hide that heartIn the end it willbe your curseNo light ; nodarkness will save youYou will have tounmask your soulThe time to save youhas come and gone Face that fear youattempt to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1543992/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; } Rambling is in my blood.Never growing roots.The need for the new.Exploring each new place.See all that can be seen.I have never known that “good” place...A place for my heart to rest; I can rest my hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1543990/ That day I was granted a son,My joy unmeasurable.He was so small and innocent,all his parts clean and bright.Falling asleep in my hands,only moments after birth.He grew to learn from me,acted liked he was my right hand.Ever attempting to fit in my shoes,clowning around for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1543989/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }In darkness, I come aliveAll my fears escape my mindWithin the glow on the moonSkin glows highlighting the dark shapeMuscles surge as the strength returnsThe crisp, cool air enters clear nasal passagesThe once listless body has r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1543533/ p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }That Old HouseOnce you stood tall and strongLong ago, they raised your roofFinished you with the finest materialsNeat, clean, envy for all to realizeThose old photos showing your lusterNothing was out of placeWindows washed;the grass .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/madman1978/1535332/