http://slow.writerscafe.org/hungryhippo The original writings of author Matthew Young en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040281 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 what becameof uslovers ofyesterdayspent onkisses andwarm cups ofjasmine teai had wantedso badto set you freeto becomethat dream you'dreflect on atnightlost in deepsleepawakening longenough towrap your armsaround methen head back intothat secret placewhere no one couldever find youyour wakingmoments .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/644433/ I wanted to become real with The motion of your touchA simple symphony of longingDistributed eagerly from The confines of your loveI wanted a morning by your sideA chance to challenge the dawn Alongside towering mandalas of dew Displaying balance of perfect onenessMirroring us in feelings uncharted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/643950/ What remains unseenBlankets on the bed are cleanDowntown streets sparkling in green envyThe price you pay to beAll of these nights locked up aloneBefore you could call to meI forgot about homeThe comfort in your touchRemoved from distant diseaseHealed by the praising Of your generous crutchBut I can.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/643949/ You showed me the threadHe has you strung-out uponThe holy existence you were born toBecomes a part of meIf only for the crucifixionHe places you on his desiresAnd fastens your flesh onto themWith cheap victoryYou know this is wrongYet you cannot speakHe has tightened his influence Over your mouthAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/643946/ over the remainsour summer flingforms into a quicksculpture of sure suicidewe took it allin way too fastall of those kissesand cuddlings added upagainst usthe paintings from ouroutings to art gallerieswatch us failthey laugh that dreadedlaugh laced with acrylic poison pushing up and outof our sicken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/643943/ from whateverwejust wentthroughmaybeyou seeit toomaybeyou knowhow muchi reallyloveyouwithouthaving tosay iti wishi couldi wishi couldsay itbutthat wouldopen upa newworld i'mnot readyforand losingyou istoughenoughtonightreminds meof thenalmostwhen i hadwanted toerase youwipe youclean frominsidei trie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/641701/ After you leave,I will visit the placesOf our recent past.There I will converseWith our ghosts for many hours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/637127/ please do not take offense to this realityyou always seemed to fall for me so blindly without trying to understandthat i am still a child and can never be a mani placed my faith into this long agoyou forced me to removeit from myselfwhen you told me you had to goback into that place of self-reflecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/630415/ The other men could never understandThe cards you dealt with a trembling handBut I’ve watched time run through a glass as sandBurning each second like it was the last in the landI saw heaven exposed through bloodshot eyesI gave you the sun one early morningAnd then I kissed your thighsYou repa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/630413/ Distraught with old techniquesOf letting go in this rainstormSometimes memories can drownIn such a downpourSometimes they don’tAnd grow inside twice as strongAs the lightning bolt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/630412/ I want this to mean nothingI want the riddles falling from insideI want your tongue to catch themAnd place them on mineI want your lies to blossomInto something more vicious than thisI w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/630411/ the time has comefor us to decipher this poemwith tongues half eateneyes buried in betrayaland an orgasm strong enoughto throw the earth off its axiswhen this hap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/626331/ you banned me from your thronethat chair of salvation you cradled me inas I called out to you like a lost childcarrying a sack of silver for the kinghe was unaware of our eveningswrapped in the literature of longingI plucked a daisy from our fieldwhere we'd meet beneath the moonlightand placed it on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/625812/ you banned me from your thronethat chair of salvation you cradled me inas I called out to you like a lost childcarrying a sack of silver for the kinghe was unaware of our eveningswrapped in the literature of longingI plucked a daisy from our fieldwhere we'd meet beneath the moonlightand placed it on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/623322/ some star-drenchedevening blissed outin every directionexcept for homeand its closelyguarded illusionthe perfect romanceseparated by timeapart or the motionof streetblues andlate night coffee shopswhere flowers growlike poems in a pagewhere we rememberforgotten evenings oflust left lingering onour l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/622522/ the positionof twisted sexset inside bleedingpassion (or abovetortured scenes)woman is slaveto man makingpromises forego- rightfullydrowning the seaas blacknight dissolvesdrastic dispositionsof me losing (tohim, coning) the sunof its lighti bit back inempty nothingsfor the sakeof this laughteryou re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/622506/ you have placed me upon this pedestalto be judged amongst the deadthis world is yours for the takingI am but a thorn to your headthe crown you wear to Armageddonis made up of the ones you've usedno one can see beneath your gownthat great purple bruiseits so becoming on your bellymy world here did re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hungryhippo/621960/