http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kittyboy666 The original writings of author Kitty en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073807 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It's not as if I ever stepped acrossThe threshold of the screen to shake your hand withAwkward care and smell the Coke on your breath,Or, years ago, have a wrestle - One arm behind my back,But all the same it's different now. How come the homeless with the daily paperUp their arse mutterin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2856463/ A couple years ago I laughed to knowThat poets worked the night away on shitWhich even evil critics won't admitIs full of lies they paint for just the show.One doubts he saw her skin as white as snow,Or whether any bathed in flames they writ:Persuasion speaks in rhythm, rhyme, and wit,But words can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2848923/ "A heaven of hell" by  AlphaAlex115 (Far from finished)I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2845844/ I always used to fish alone at sea, And heaven-spat I bore my chains awhile. (Alone I was the boy I wished to be.) When spirits slept I sailed ashore to see The burning remnants of my body pile: I always used to fish alone at sea. Up through rekindled hellfire danced wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2845088/ I always used to fish alone at sea, And heaven-spat I bore my chains awhile. (Alone I was the boy I wished to be.) When spirits slept I sailed ashore to see The burning remnants of my body pile: I always used to fish alone at sea. Up through rekindled hellfire danced wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2844562/ I guess the sonnet wretches met with meatThat set the daily dull details ablaze:Their flesh could gild expansive fields of wheat,And warm caresses from the sunlight's rays.Then later filled with fear those fools would flee,And leave their worlds devoid of wondrous light:The moon lies stranded on a b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2840473/ How great it is to lose yourself in crapYou only do so what she left behindAppears as if its impact is a slapWhich once fixed hell inside a greener mind. When you're removed you cannot fear contentOr close connections which will likely fail:The rest of being feels already spent,And out the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2829801/ It's strange to walk these hallways year on year...The endless altered players coming through,And turning old before I think them new.Of course in time each group will leave, that's clear:In later life the stuff they held as dearAppears so small without the joy they knew. A decade has confirmed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2825621/ In ancient times at least there was that GodAbout to fill the hole that love withdrewFrom all the chests of every crying sodAware that now they had to be a Jew.And proof enough is seen of godless menIn how she softly steps around the lakeTo ban those who begin to grief againNo matter if they made a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2825619/ I guess the sonnet wretches met with meatThat set the daily dull details ablaze:Their flesh could gild expansive fields of wheat,And warm caresses from the sunlight's rays.Then later filled with fear those fools would flee,  And leave their worlds devoid of wondrous light:The moon lies str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2823648/ I guess the sonnet wretches met with meatThat set the daily dull details ablaze:Their flesh could gild expansive fields of wheat,And warm caresses from the sunlight's rays.Then later filled with fear those fools would flee,  And leave their worlds devoid of wondrous light:Clouds harvest sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2823343/ I was buried on the beach today.I knew it from my childhood.A house overlooked it all.My teacher said it wouldDisappear in a hundred years by theOncoming erosion of the sea.(every wall with green wallpaperas mysterious as a mouldy kettle.wet dogs and burnt toast.musty furniture,and nightmares of pia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2823024/ Although the sonnets prove their love is true,They always write themselves beside the flames,And leave their lovers firmly out of view,Abstracted as they are to secret names. I start to question not their love but whatCan be the thing that tells them how to feel:Is it a fever borne by minds tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2822178/ A couple years ago I laughed to knowThat poets worked the night away on shitWhich even evil critics won't admitIs full of lies they paint for just the show.One doubts he saw her skin as white as snow,Or whether any bathed in flames they writ:Persuasion speaks in rhythm, rhyme, and wit,Yet not a line.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2821842/ As arched as Blake's contorted Newton was,           Obsessed with filtered gems upon the floor,The creature let the light in colours pour,Projected patterns like an ancient Oz,And late with wonder played the show because      The gulf between himsel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2819168/ As arched as Blake's contorted Newton was,           Obsessed with filtered gems upon the floor,The creature let the light in colours pour,Projected patterns like an ancient Oz,And late with wonder played the show because      The gulf between himsel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2816420/ I always used to fish alone at sea,And heaven-spat I bore my chains awhile.(Alone I was the boy I wished to be.)When spirits slept I sailed ashore to seeThe burning remnants of my body pile:I always used to fish alone at sea.Up through rekindled hellfire danced with glee The bright insane silho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2783503/ I always used to fish alone at sea.And heaven-spat I bore my chains awhile.(Alone I was the boy I wished to be.)        As spirits slept I sailed ashore to seeThe burning remnants of my body pile:I always used to fish alone at sea.       Through the hellf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2780899/ I'm but a coward hiding in a script I tell myself to focus on the stage, Ignoring how beyond the arch my cryptAwaits no matter how I write the page,Or how I tell an empty room my rage - Ignoring how I'm but a speck in space,And not a step in time's colossal race, And this, and so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2776011/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase - That.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2773413/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase -That light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2766879/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase -That light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2763926/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase -That light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2763843/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase -That light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2761739/ There once was a young owner who plannedTo have griefers removed from his land. He had staff on the fronts,Yet all died but the c***s,And so now he behaves like the banned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2761305/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase -That light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2760269/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase -That light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2489926/ Poems"Lost dreamers" by The children through the server passLike Alice through the looking glassAnd dream of builds in foreign landThe other passers built by hand.Although their buildings sometimes breakThe little kids remain awakeAs long ago, I'm sad to say,They all grew up and moved away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2480475/ I can't invoke a muse. I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown.I hardly think I'll write myself alright.Yet darkness signals nothing but the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space, The only thing I find it worth to chase -&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2468241/ I always used to fish alone at sea.I was compelled to stay away awhile.(Alone I was the boy I wished to be.)As night approached I came ashore to seeThe kids ignite my bodies in a pile:I always used to fish alone at sea.Although they burnt my eyes I felt the gleeFrom bright insane silhouettes of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2468001/ Perhaps it's weird to say, but stars at nightDescend and dance until the morning's through.They zigzag downwards, kiss me till I'm blue, Compel my feet as earth gives way in flight. Still pissed in someone's bed, I jolt upright.The ocean sways - unfit to reach the loo, I stay in bed t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2463877/ Our ocean-trodden eyes could barely tellThe nearing shore was one we used to know.Upon its broken sands we met our kin,Pretending old or newborn faces weren'tLike the pages of books we never read.Ah, row on row, they showered open smiles As if we'd stayed behind to waste our years.Confetti stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2313321/ It's strange to walk these hallways year on year...The endless altered players coming through,And turning old before I think them new.Of course in time each group will leave, that's clear:In later life the stuff they held as dearIs beaten dry of joy they all outgrew. This cycle hardly seems to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2178582/ Tell my lord I spent my youth On hateful fields of red.Tell him I let a foxDevour a bleating lamb.Tell my lord I am sickAnd caused a lot of pain.Tell him to judge my self,And not who I wished I was. Tell my lord I'm gratefulHe opened his arms to me. Tell him that through his loveI fed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2178130/ In fact you might as well forget it all x / x / x / x / x / For such a poorly written poem failsx / x / x / x / x / To give the social kudos which can Provide the social boon that one must needx / x / x / x / x /social boon until its age  x / x /x / x /  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2175456/ There's not a single moment of release,No gasp for air or shade from raining fire.A ceaseless state of war in seeming peaceDoes hide behind the warmth of our attireFor tongues  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2175091/ ''' "Sonnet eyes" ''' by {{user|AlphaAlex}}A couple years ago I laughed to know That poets worked the night away on s**t That Sid or Shakes or Drummond won't admit Is full of lies they paint for just the show. One doubts he saw her skin as white as snow And did he really spe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2160417/ ''' "Beach" '''I was buried on the beach today. I knew it from my childhood.A house overlooked it all.My teacher said it would Disappear in a hundred years by theOncoming erosion of the sea.(every wall with green wallpaperas mysterious as a mouldy kettle.wet dogs and burnt toast.musty furn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2160409/ I often knew I dreamt at night.I soared above my golden dellAnd bedded girls I fancied well.For many flight and sex are goodEnough. The stomach dropping sky,Ungrounded pounding till they cry...Yet youthful joys are simple toysFor hungry girls and thirsty boysWho grasp at magic like its smoke.I ate t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2156439/ I can't invoke a muse; I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown;I hardly think I'll write myself alright.And yet there's nothing else except the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase,That lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2150877/ I can't invoke a muse; I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown;I hardly think I'll write myself alright.And yet there's nothing else except the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase,That lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2150752/ I can't invoke a muse; I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write.I can't conquer and show the great unknown;I hardly think I'll write myself alright.And yet there's nothing else except the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase,That lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2148793/ I can't invoke a muse; I stand alone,Depressed, withered. What a state to write. I can't conquer and show the great unknown;I hardly think I'll write myself alright.And yet there's nothing else except the light:A single torch that drifts in outer space,The only thing I find it worth to chase,Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2142875/ The mighty Satan flew across his redDomain to seek the place that spat him outIn hopes of feeling heaven's love insteadOf numbness which is hell's eternal drought:He sees whatever fills his life as bareAnd yearns for lovely lands no longer there. And through the space of chaos Satan flewDespite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2142331/ I always used to fish alone at sea: I was compelled to stay away awhile.Alone I was the boy I wished to be.I caught a bunch and came ashore to seeThe kids ignite my earnings in a pile -I always used to fish alone at sea.Although they got a lot I stood a freeReject from fiery children dancing wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2142075/ I always used to phish alone at sea.I was compelled to stay away awhile.Alone I was the boy I wished to be.I caught a bunch and came ashore to seeThe kids ignite my earnings in a pile. I always used to phish alone at sea. Although they burnt a lot I stood a freeAnd saddened soul and though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2142074/ Suppose the sonnet scribblers met with meat That left the daily dull details ablaze: Their flesh could make a bitter liquor sweet And c***s a soul you wished to know for days.They also knew to lack her flesh may bringReverse emotions known severely well: The greatest song becomes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2136636/ Although I know this numbness very wellx / x / x / x / x / To think upon her flings me down to hell.x / x / x / x / x /  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2136550/ In ancient times at least there was that GodAbout to fill the hole that love withdrewFrom all the chests of every crying sodAware that now they had to be a jew.And proof enough is seen of godless menIn how she softly steps around the lakeTo ban those who begin to grief againWith such a stunning spee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2136030/ Although the sonnets prove their love is trueIn almost every line they write themselvesBeside the fire and leave their loves to chewThe heaps of dust along the bottom shelves.I start to question not their love but whatCan be the thing that tells them how to feel:Is love a simply watered flowerpotAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittyboy666/2136022/