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While not the best piece of writing, its an important part of the journey https://thepoetarmistead.weebly.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2171478/ Burn me to beyond my flesh,Until charcoal becomes my bones,Prepared to fall into unskilled hands,And trace amateur musings on cheap paper.​Remake my ashes into your altar,Ready to receive sacrilegious homages,Prayers filled to the brim with debasement,As you pick your false God, or God’s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2171476/ A poem found in a folder of my works from 2009. While not the best piece of writing, its an important part of the journey https://thepoetarmistead.weebly.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2171470/ A poem found in a folder of my works from 2009. While not the best piece of writing, its an important part of the journey https://thepoetarmistead.weebly.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2171419/ Written in 2009 - R.I.P. My Love. 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While not the best piece of writing, its an important part of the journey https://thepoetarmistead.weebly.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2171346/ Burn me to beyond my flesh,Until charcoal becomes my bones,Prepared to fall into unskilled hands,And trace amateur musings on cheap paper.Remake my ashes into your altar,Ready to receive sacrilegious homages,Prayers filled to the brim with debasement,As you pick your false God, or God’s,And pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2171143/ Is there a life stage called furious fives? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2170860/ The scissors final snip liberates me of thelocks over grown,And creates a new silhouette around my face,One that sat similar to a past one, but asa newer rendition.The colour a combination of fading hues, outgrown bleach, and dark roots,The sides shaven short, and the top l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2170736/ In loving memory of my purple wearing aunt Lora http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2170731/ This seems to make it easier http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2101045/ She disgusts me,She boils my blood, She makes sick, She makes me hate. Her poisoned womb made you love her, Made you believe she's the best in the world, Made you blind to all her faults, Made you favour her always. She angers me, She grinds my gears, She makes me miserable, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2099544/ Small, fragile, and bursting with colour,Sweet Lily flower sits beneath storm clouds, But only sees the sun,Bowing to its beauty, Dancing petals across memories, Before the rain that's soon to come. Though the water weighs heavy, And storm acts unrelenting, Dear Lily flower stands .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2099521/ The curtains are blue.The literary cognoscenti,Those obliged to animadvert the literal,Are nothing more than cantakerous,Fastidious, fools!Quite simply:The curtains are literally blue! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2030066/ He stands upon his stage, Guitar in hand. With no introduction, he plays. Fingers perform a double speed foxtrot, Teasing notes with finesse. Bouncing harmonics with flare, As he cascades the frets. He stops. pauses. Soaks in applause. He c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2028762/ Folded delicately in the corner of the room, Limbs collapsed around each other, Coordinated in the most triumphant defeat, And holding the empty treasure chest loosely.The corner is dark. Perched gently upon trembling limbs, Facing introspectively, hiding from sight, But searching .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/2028282/ Step one:Exit the space craft from the nearest exit,Leave any unimportant belongings behind,Regardless of their worth,And stand at least half a mile away from the crash site.Ignore the flames,They are typical of a crash site,And will likely fizzle out on their own.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1904490/ Because right now they have http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1859789/ Writing Challenge 1: Words: Flower, Phenomena, Fashionable, Easier, Possession, Hallucination Theme: Madness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1828718/ underlining of specific words because of a contest: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Poetry-Challenge/53153/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1824010/ I sit in the chair across from the bed, watching her formrise and fall softly as she sleeps. The clock shows 3am, the calmest hoursafter the storm. Today I saw her barest form. The porcelain coating of her skinthat is merely broken pieces fixed together with glue.She is faced away from me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1823874/ To escape to the land of fairy tales and princes,Would be marvelous at best,Escapism at worst,But beautiful that none the less.For living in castles,Comes rent free,Spare the dragons and dungeons,And curse bound witches.For jobs are for peasants,And royalty we'd be,With bountiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1823666/ what being loved by him is like http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1822305/ written as requested by a good friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1819304/ I love but hate trains http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1788140/ A bit of comic relief on my Thursday shopping trip http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1776812/ Together, light, Apart, night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1770358/ For what is a doll really? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1770352/ A song acts as but simple transportation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/armisteadlindsey/1759012/ He stands in the rain,Palms up to the sky,and he SCREAMS.Water rolls down his skin,tracing new paths on old,As the sky cries his tears.His chesty breath, hitches,says not but one word,why?.. must the clouds collapse? 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