http://slow.writerscafe.org/payneskye The original writings of author skye en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205553 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rule #1Stop complaining.(After all if you don't have problems, you're not human.nobody has the time, tolerance, or interest for whats going wrong in your life.so for f***s sake shut up and find some shelter in a bong, or get a litter of cats if you have to, because it's gonna be awhile until that on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/878007/ Teach me how to talk to girlsotherwise I'll stand there until someone talks to me firstyou won't know how lonely I am unless you askbut you won't askgive me freewillI don't want to live by your command http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/863332/ I was enjoying a midnight smoke whensix simultaneous gun shots echo'd in the distancetowns like mine deep in the heart of the bible belthave zero Religious tolerance we must've  found another Atheist  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/839290/ I feel deadbetter yeti AM deadbecause no living body would drag around like a corpse at a party.i drove myself insane for two hourswaiting for you to come homenot wanting to seem desperate and ask your mother where you were and when you would be back.so i sat there like a zombieignoring everybo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/828616/ It's perfectly normal when a small child has an imaginary friend.sometimes it can even be a little cute watching him play catch outside with no one,or asking for an extra plate of dinner for his guest.but after a certain age it takes a turn for the worse.because there is nothing cute about me alone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/827837/ you knowthat cute little puppythat's fun to petand cuddle with?would you ever date that puppy?stop asking me why im single! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/827834/ The city rats were trying to tear me apart.give me their diseases.kill me.but i found my way out of the sewer,away from the filth and vermin that thrive down there with only a few scratches and bite marks.i know it sounds crazy,but i think the rats are following me.im safe in my home but i hear them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/816209/ I was hard and deep inside youwhispering"i love you,i love you so f*****g much."but im not sure if you could hear memy face was turned away so you couldn't see the tears roll down my cheekit didn't matter thoughwe weren't together anymoreyou just needed to f**k http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/816205/ Eating fattening foods can help ease the pain of loneliness.after a couple cheeseburgers thoughts about that certain special someone began to arise again,and feelings stirred inside.i went to the bathroom with really bad diarrhea.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/812307/ Told her it was because of the wreck i was in the week before.insurance wouldn't cover the damages,said it was my fault the b***h hit me.cheer upcheer up, d****t!ten minutes ago she was in the arms of her man.now shes asking me if her tongue is bleeding from all the powdered candy she ate.I've been .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/811044/ I was held tightly in her arms as she said"hello baby"not aware of how fucked up on Xanax she was.She left ten minutes later with the bad a*s who influenced her to pop pills.I would've told the little f****r to hitch up his khaki's and take off his red polo school shirt,but i was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/807113/ After rotting in the ground for six months your mushy, worm infested, brain somehow gave you the motor skills and memory to claw through our front door and take me to bed.rapist are gentler at taking clothes off than the way my favorite shirt strangled me violently before the fabric ripped apart, fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/802963/ I wanted birth canals ripped open by the teeth of serial killers,hordes of human organs harvested for alien research,or something as simple as a half man half monster terrorize a small village.i searched online for horror free verse,but a mans heroin addiction doesn't count as zombie literature. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/799130/ sometimes i have a witches cursesometimes i'm a vampirepeople ask why i'm so alonemy answer is always the samei am a monsternobody loves a monsterwe hide in the shadows away from civilizationaway from each othersome of us are bad monsterssome of us are goodi look in the mirror and see a cute kid who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/795376/ Adding a third wheel to a motorcycle gives it more stability,and greatly reduces the chances of getting your head split open.so the next time im with my best friend and his girl,ill remind him, just like a helmet, im here for your safety. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/792451/ B is for B***h, i can be a little one.E is for Egotistical, i act like im better than everyone.A is for Annoying.S is for the S**t-head i can be.T is for Timid, because i have a low self esteem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/792040/ I've always had a dream of being the neighborhood monsterthe reverse Munstersattractive on the outsidefucking sick on the insidethe neighbors wouldn't think anything of meuntil i invite them over for a cup of coffeeand chase them down my hallway with an axe  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/783742/ In a full moons light at midnightill be on a dateill changegrow fangsthen lose my brainswhen we start running lateill tear off my girls clothesbite into her fleshif she didn't want to dieshe shouldn't have wasted my timeshes just another piece of a*s http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/769588/ The neighbors brains are what i likei BBQ'ed the Henderson's last night they made me chase themi had a good runMr.Henderson pulled out his gunbut he never shot me in the headi soon caught up to them allenough said http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/769587/ Pop-Punk,musical abomination.Henry Rollins told me there isn't enough time in the world to waste listening to namby pamby bands, whining about girls they never had in the first place...and if i should write about girls, at least mention playing with her entrails.Mr.Rollins wisdom found its way into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/769584/ introducing "Dad" by sears.he loves grills, hot dogs, beer,neck ties for his birthday,and always roots roots roots for the home team."Dad" by sears will play catch with JR. in the backyard,take the family on vacation to wally world,and will work on the car in the garage.hes handy,reliable,and a masc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/760357/ You and me were the only ones out at that time of night.god only knows how many yards away you were when i first saw you enter the same narrow sidewalk i was traveling on.it reminded me of The Zax.you were north going,and i was south going.eventually, after ten minutes, we almost met face to face un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/748115/ "youre more like your mother than you think."tattoosand the desire to sleep past noongave grandma that opinion about me. a few weeks ago the lecture was"when someone is trying to change theirway of living and you put them down,they may lose their motive if no onebelieves in them." just to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/715111/ My biggest thrill these days;nearly lacing my toothbrush with contact solution,instead of toothpaste. Dragging around the house in an old cardigan,(just like Cobain) to hide my tattoos from grandpa. Smoking pot in my backyard garden,shoving a lit joint down my pants,because grandma ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/708977/ When the man asked me what was wrong,i thought he was an actual caring human being.instead,he gave me a bottle which reads,"for treatment of depression,take two a day." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/700560/ out on a drive,lost in her eyes,lost in his high.he smiled,when her favorite song came on the radio. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/683597/ Admirable desperation;denying the urge to submit to defeat."Russian hotties want you!"a notorious ad in my web browser.(At least the virus will keep me company) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/677066/ she passed the point and shoot hastily,pulling out the old,"i gotta smoke,you takeover." card.the lens.the flash.the familiar bleeps and bloops.it was as if,the little noisy memory saver,and me,were one.suddenly your scene came up,and your cue was called.similar to a toy robot losing his batter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/651761/ ic  a    n      te  v    e      nt  h    i     n       ks  t    r     a       i &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/644776/ fallen mohawk,hair grown in on the sides,cute lips,bright blue eyes.black bandana,skinny jeans,converse or vans,bob marley hoodie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/643605/ isnt it chilling,knowing my entire life,rest upon my right index finger?just apply a little pressure,and in a split second,lead is ignited,then hurled through a tunnel of steel,finally exiting,a biologicalcrimsoncrater. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/643603/ the scent of dryer lint and cologne,freshness laces my clothes,though i haven't showered in a week,depression owns me.skye, are you alright?yes, everything's fine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/636963/ maybe its for conceptual art,maybe its from a broken heart,maybe its the repetition,maybe im sick of listenin' to all the bitchin'.but theres one thing thats good,ive disappeared like i should. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/636956/ so dizzyso sickso troubledso thickdementedresentedmedicateaffectionate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/630183/ wake up,needle,i.v.a kid with no identity. found on the sidewalk,half dead,slashed wrist,sleeping pills were a best friend,just as anyone had guessed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/623561/ from elated to jaded,moods were easily suppressed.a simple photograph proved nothing,except how easily i get depressed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/622711/ i would love to be a registered priest,knee deep in p***y 24-7,sanctioning marijuana use as a ritual rite. whiskey before service with a shot of cocaine,sinners repent,here comes the collection plate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/621098/ illicit and explicit,ive developed a taste for you.word has it youre non-habit forming,but these rumors are untrue. addiction and affliction,i hate it when youre out of my system.lonely nights.crying,depression.longing for possession.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/616077/ iblewintomy sax. anobtrusivenoiseflourished. damninstrument. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/612857/ my first transgressive style experiment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/610910/ when i get high i do believe i am the messiah,im loved and followed,theres no pain,no sorrow,im ascending into the heavens far above,all is well my brothers and sisters,peace and love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/607232/ tonight i looked up at the moon,wishing youd seen it too,but i forgot you dont go ever outside,so its no surprise you never see the same beauty i do,just like when my eyes fall upon you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/605719/ she whispered in my ear,as she got me high,"skye,i wont lie,i want you in my life." such beautiful words.as it turns out,without a doubt,it was obviously more than it seemed,when i woke up from a dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/604970/ sign here,sign there,dont read it,just hand over your soul. glitter,girls,and gold.you can have it all at the simple cost of your personality. move to L.A.,get hooked on cocaine,its ok  if you get arrested,the cops can be paid off,this is the land of milk and honey. rehab is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/604078/ ever been caught having sex? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/604073/ (sigh)...its about her again...i just want her so bad... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/602352/ just one crimson kiss,the ruminate bliss,remove the cigarette pressed between your lips,and embrace the impenitent elegance. hold me,arms imminent,recite the line,"your beauty is magnificent."our love can be infinite. what is love?better yet,who is love? love is my&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/601229/ i lost a connection with this girl i like,my ride to her moved away,now i cant see her anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/599137/ pretty self explanatory...but i went into the wrong coffee shop one day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/598004/ words are words,and a picture is a picture,but i simply cant fathom a medium in which to express my feelings towards you.in my opinion self expression may be dead,overrated,taken over by media and "scene kids" in which the main goal is to dramatize and philosophize that youth can find "true love" an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/payneskye/596055/