http://slow.writerscafe.org/plantbabe27 The original writings of author Abel.J en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094689 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 WHEN OUR EARTHLY MOON CRACKSIN TWO, AND TRUMPETS SING OF PASSIONSNEW.THE HEAVY FOG OF A LOVE EXPIRED,RISES HIGH IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR.THE DULLING ACHE OF SORROWEDMAN, LOSES TIME AND GOESRETIRED. FOR FLOWERS WAFT THEIR DIZZYSCENTS, AND HER HEATED BREATHWILL .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/2162451/ FROM LIGHT TO DARK IT TRAVELS,THE ARCH OF MY LIFE HAS REACHEDSHORT AND HAS FALLEN AT THE STEPS OF AN UNFORGIVING LAND.BARREN AND DRY MY NEW HOMEWELCOMES ME.IS THERE NO LIFE LEFT IN ITS SOIL?HAS THE RICHNESS BEEN PULLEDFROM IT, LEFT PALE AND POWDERED.OR HAS IT SIMP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/2162450/ There isn't much left here, Been keeping myself busy and trying to stay away.There isn't much left here, I keep myself on the fringes, try to stay away from the middle.Been straying off my path, trying to find something i lost along the way.There isn't much left here, I want to, want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/2110762/ Oh how long?Has our time gone?Is it passed and flew...I wonder, wonder...Is my life in bloom?Has the winter of my youth disappeared?I see you standing there, far off in the distanceIf I look just right I can see the light of your eyes beam acrossHello hello, my lover lightHas it come to a close?Our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/2074126/ When the young girl talksThe world around is silenceHer words are blessedAnd the way her mouth formsher lines it can feel weighted with sacramentsWhen the young girl speaksto her the world aroundis deaf to their quiet conversationThe things they say canonl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1676636/ Title take from a kings of Leon song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1676631/ Title taken from a YACHT song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1676630/ We only agree in the bedroomWe grab hands and pray underneath the sheets.There's no peace like what I feel when I restbetween your legs.But there is no salvation in your room.I pray for my sins on the walk back.The blood you shed doesn't absolve me.It only makes it worse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1676622/ My Little Ugly FamilyMy Muggy little Frumpy Family.Tired and thread-bare Family.Sloppy and sweaty strange-smellingFamily.My little ugly Family.My Family. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1673111/ slimy little slugsslide against my toesI can see my future in their glossy trails http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1673097/ Being gone.This rippled lake will swallowme whole.Water will rush and fill my gapsand the dirt of me will mudden.It will sink into my puddles it will sink to the thread of me.Gone.There is a name that isn't calledand when this blue blue bluewater replaces my blood.I will be waves, gone.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1673090/ DripsAnd when it dripsTrickleIt'll trickle, it'll leave a stainThat stain will seep throughyour topAnd it'll stain your skinScrub at itTill the skin is raw and redBut that stainThat little drip thatdropped and trickledwill clutch at you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1673089/ I am a bug.Small and annoying.Itching across your calf.Feel my little feet stomp myway up the land of your leg.Leave little love bites inyour sleep.Whisper my little bug wordsin your ear while you dream.Wake up.Good morning.You smash me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1673077/ When you seeher.You are in pools of sea water.The waves aren't scary.The ocean is our mother.All life camefrom her.When the ridgesof your knuckles brush her cheek.You go backto where it all started. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/plantbabe27/1673062/