http://slow.writerscafe.org/Murion The original writings of author Kate en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996137 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life is pissing downDrops of desperationAn umbrella in my handAllows some protectionListen to my bootsSquelch in the silence of the woodsListen to snaps of Branches uttering their cracksThe day is crying Tears of yearning To rid our beings Of all evil doingsI root for today.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/3125924/ This one was for a competition (not in writing). So not much thought given to this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2964814/ I'll chortleAnd dance in a tranceAnd be loony and goonyAll at the same timeI'll lie supineOn the groundOf a quirky designScoliosis Or lordosisNone is my prognosisNone part of my charmI'll sway To a melodyOf the night's serenityAnd erase the day's calamityFrom the short-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2964475/ He scratched his arseAnd burpedI rolled my eyesAnd slurredWhat is the truth?He stooped to lookSmirked in his dishevelled shirtFor he could not on EarthFathom why I broodAbout such a thing as truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2964119/ We're celebritiesIn preposterous IG reelsYour page my pageAll cocoons Of self-importantBusiness boom Attention spanNot at all sustained We're fools Gulping gallonsOf foul booze http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2961654/ We are cagedOn a large scaleBy puppeteers Pulling all stringsAI and many other tricksWe are watched byShepherd dogsSalivating over showsTaming massesErasing brain lobesWe are forced to conformTaxmen knockingOn our doorsAs if we had a choiceAs if they cared about our v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2960971/ Aging is badShe saidLooking like a clownWhose plastic faceIs as taut as a boat's sailPossessed by vanity And fashionable trendsHer lips puffyLike burnt pastryShe is a prisonerIn a brainwashed cellSpiralling round the axisOf her discontent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2952878/ They suck on breastsThen suck on vapesFunny the sightOf adults straining their lipsIn vainVaporising addictionIn puffs of exhalesThey're easy baitHooked by spiteful intentOn fruity chemicalsTo no avail http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2949587/ And there she wasSo small Condescended uponShe voiced her thoughtWhich was not allowedShe felt jeopardised By her own narrow mindShe was ostracized From the worldThe truth of whichShe dared to polemize http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2949043/ Infinite dimensions in a songViolate my earsMelodies of the Multiverse Rub my peaceDrumming spasmsDust death off my skinIts pores wide opening Like mouths of black holesGulping litres of dead solesInfinite dimensions in one songRape all thoughtsHuman existence By musical blow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2944784/ And she laughsAll the timeI hear her laughAll alongHer laugh so loudResonating in my veinsAnd she laughs In corridors holding the pastTremor passing through lost timeNothing stops her laughSo contagious a soundMaking her immortal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2944783/ Their bodiesSkeletons standing in the sunFamishedBlisters full of bloodTheir eyesAll you could seeTheir cheeks concavedA pensive sight They were starved of lifeThe stench one could hardly describeSoldiers did not eat those nightsApril and May 1945Feeble yet yearning to surviv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2937853/ One after anotherHolding my breathWhat are you staring at?A conveyor belt Water splashingBlood pouringBlotches of redOver my legsMy head buzzingA room spinningBacterial spit spatOver a spittoonFrom mouths of crackheadsIn a terribly confined spaceMy tiny nippy frameMoves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2936164/ A boat on the shoreSubmerging its parts Like a tooth in a jawGripping it tightMy body aboard Splayed playfully swayedIn the calm before the stormNothing is flawedLast sunny raysNot being cagedIs what I dread losing most days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2933700/ Cocoa on your tongueTonight we will f**kNaturallyMingling our raw chemistryOrganicallySewing our shadows into tapestryWe'll spasm in tandemChaoticallyOur bodies symbols of unityThe lettuce of atomsThe construnction of affinity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2930878/ It was pelting downOn January the firstThe morning frost that has frozen everyone's toesTurned to slush splashing empty roads paved with bulky stonesAnd if you peeped through the windowsYou would see children playing on the floorsWith wooden toys Constantly running aroundAnd you woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2925984/ Once upon a time There was a lonely childAs the year Was getting closer to its last nightAnd the midnight Getting ready to pass the buckThe skyThe window that never shuts Lit the child's heart with thousand starsVeiling all sadness, misery and doubts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2925983/ Kiss my feetUp to my n*****sErected from exctatic heatKiss my feetTunnel your tongueThrough the labiaSlimy, pulsing to heartbeatsKiss my feetFinger my passionWith your imaginationAnd a zillion of seeds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2922198/ Butterfly can flyButter cannotIt can be fried But the insect would dieHoneymoonFor a bride and a groomWithout beesNo combs to eatBut it is sweetThe married couple Nights of glitter Shine with gleePineapplesDressed in coatsSewn without conesIn tropical ends of some lands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2920812/ Above the churchBlack clouds Inside The white wallsJesus ChristThe coffin broughtOn the shoulders of the boldTears droppedThrough a eulogy delivered by the boyBlessings, prayersSilent breaksWe bowed our headsIn respect ***She was youngMother, wifeFifty three To.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2918822/ I am fluttering on your palmLike a luminescent butterflyI am lingering on your mindLike a strawberry on your tongueI am warming you upIn my blossoming armsI am reviving atomsOf which I'm made upI am cupping my bosomLike your hands my bottom ***Our loins intertwine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2913142/ Rewriting old stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2913141/ Wake upLook at the world from aboveMoney is a commodity made upObserve the poor Ensnared by the sleazy elite Wanting moreWake upThe moon is not yoursIt bears witness to your wrongsMorality is your foeAnd falsity the secret codeYou're neither the boss nor the GodYour prey ough.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2911261/ Bukowski you old f**kAll the books in the world you judgedYou bore a grudge against all Except alcohol and cigarette butts For you had it roughWhen growing upYet I would if I couldSmack your gobAnd punch your noseAs girnomous as you were a knobFor pouring prose that flowsMaking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2910652/ Do you thinkWe are as infinite Through generationsReborn through new civilisationsAs the Universe is Through a perpetual transformationAs the Multiverse isThrough Big BangsNo beginning no end? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2910195/ The Earth orbits the SunIt pulls us onto its crustBuilding our muscles with each jumpIt spins days and nightsYears Decades round and roundCommitting crime byEtching wrinklesOnto our faces laden with timeThat goes by so slowly yet so fastShrinking our livesReality hitting us hard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2909606/ Poetry is my kindred spiritWithout texture genetic structureColour or genderQuiet and deafening it is pervasive Yet difficult to capturePoetry like spores lies dormant Until brought forth by a peculiar voiceSeeping through darknessFrom an unknown sourcePoetry does not discriminate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2909198/ Uneven stairsNature's flairMade of rootsWisdom of the woodsMelodies of treesSound in my earsBellies of berriesShiver in the breezeSunny raysCross my faceCaress my fearLike your beardLike your gazeShadowing pondsPlaying frogs' songsIn a peaceful stroll When feeling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2906862/ Rewriting old stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2905892/ Rewriting old stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2905891/ Rewriting my old stuff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2905503/ I'm rewriting old stuff into new shorter and hopefully improved versions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2904994/ I am magnetised byThe Kashmir's eyes Divinely darkLike a cocoa barHis culture so foreign To mineHis voice harshTo my surprisePerhaps resentmentTowards the whiteI do not mindI mean no harmBut in his glanceI am a ghastly sightOf the colonial past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2904668/ Would you slide your handDown my backAnd let your fingers traceDelicate threads of my lace?Would you chisel tensionInto a mellow erectionAnd melt your lipsIn the hotness of my tips?Would you lap Beads of sweatAnd lick passionDressed in the naked fashion?Would you call our lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2904372/ I'm rewriting old prose poems I don't like, shortening them and hopefully improving them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2904093/ I am who I amAren't IOtherwise whose handGlides down my thighsBut mineIts palm pure lifeWith cluesMultitudes of groovesBeckon me to cruiseNights of sweatDays of stressIn effectRussian rouletteTill I dieAnd newborns cry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2903464/ Intrepid dreamsRapidly rising heatIncipient dances of creedsTo tenacious afrobeatsTwerking buttsTo resounding drumsChores shunnedBy bodies made of mudClay masks and studsGulping the night's bloodBare feet and straw hutsAll high in the woods of lust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2902921/ Who am II am who I amI am meI am visible, I am seenI am tangibleI perceive and am perceivedI am roaming the UniverseWithout fearCradled by the infinite Suspending meMagnetically In its immortality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2902462/ My veins tree roots Pulsing fuel into all nooksMy lungs moss in the seas An intricate art of bronchiolesMaking me breatheMy brain a walnut in a shellA messenger of the body's healthMy hands a lizard clawsSo smooth detachedFrom the earthly forceMy eyes paths to paradiseTo spirit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2901239/ As the moon waxes and wanesAnd the sun rises and sets againSo does my body wrinkle and ageShrivel and grow frailUnder your touch Healing my painAs days elapse and years go by And the Earth spins and fliesInfants bellow new livesAnd the old cross the lineInto the celestial side http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2899820/ I'm not clever enoughTo pull all his threads togetherTo make sense of his babbleOf conversations at our tableAs round as the one in a famous fableIn a room with a flickering medieval candleI'm not clever enoughTo connect dots of continous thoughtsNot tonight without daylightI only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2899537/ Listening to leavesPlaying music propelled byThe summer breezeListening to rustling peaceBefore plunging backInto the hustle and bustle of busy beesBefore duskHuddles all couplesFor a caress and cuddleLulling them into A heavenly slumber http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2898135/ Creativity Suppressed by 9-5 rigidityCrashing our mindsInto millions of shardsImpassivity Tautening stringsOn our puppet wingsGiving in to lifeOppressed byThe rich and poor divide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2897601/ She is a ratClimbing the stairsIn a skirt threadbareLike an old matShe is a ratHer front teeth bigAnd the brain so thickCrocheting spite From her spitShe is a ratIn her lairUtterly unaware Of having no flair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2897399/ TrianglesSquaresConical visions andHallucinationsFrenzy that never wanesIn compositionsInvitingMiscellaneous shapesCoiling into mesh of Evolutionary frames Into sounds Awakening a cellular beatWhich is no mean feat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2896471/ ResistanceDisobedienceUnruly childFermenting in the gutDespite beatingDespite pleadingTo be pureLike a meek nunI am and will beYours sincerelyTill death do me part http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2896193/ With cigarVulnerable to a critiqueOf any kindTo mockeryOf a preposterous earthly entityHe scribles a piece of artTo insult the human kind With cigarUnder his moustacheCross-legged he bowsTo ridicule of greedy mindsOf avarice that knows no bounds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2895787/ Melting on waves of soundsThe sun bright in my eyesThe guitar stroking my bonesThe world buzzing with lifeA skirt covers my thighsAnd tells tales of the pastCasting shadows Tree crowns areOver graves of barren yards Where death and birthWhirl dustInto a mocking farce http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2895756/ The moon plantedIn the skySeeps through the blacknessOf the nightThe stars strewnOver beds between the cloudsConsole children So wild and unboundThe sun reveredBy mortals alikeGlides the skies In a trajectory of a perfect archThe myths full of nymphs,Goblins and stories of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2879468/ It is shimmeringWith nothingnessIt is glisteningWith emptinessIt is laudedBy VictoryIt is defeated By HistoryIt is SpaceInconceivableTo all SaintsIt is UniverseInvincible Mocking the human race http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Murion/2878770/