http://slow.writerscafe.org/marclu08 The original writings of author MarcoftheBeast en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985465 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A DIVINE INTERVENTIONi whispered something to belial but the poor demon pointed to the skyhe screams loud in full jealousyso loud that it made the angels tremblei whispered something to belialthe demon shed tears of bloodhe closed his flaming eyes so shutand falls to his knees looking up to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/642597/ REVELATIONa torture from the angels in the skiessmall bright words, small bright millions of wordswritten on the skins of the deadsmall bright words, they feed you each dayfor five hellish days...the food of the gods they give youa box with everglowing light they show youhell is what they offer you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/641129/ this is a poem by mr. neil gaiman, i just wanna share it to you guys. it aint mine.=) it just fascinates me though. this is from mr. gaiman's collection called "the fragile things." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/641101/ FEBRUARY JILL IN A BOTTLE OF PILLit was meant to be easy and it was meant to be sweetit was meant for my heart and it was meant for the beatit was all that i knew and all what is rightit was all that i cared, to ignite and die...for this was the most sweetest dream that i had that i never want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/641098/ A CONSCIOUS REMORSEit was a heavy heart to carrya waterfall of tearsa message swept awayin a trail of a killer at prowlit's a heart of pain so wearywhispering in my earsa prayer of the dyingmy fingers drenched in bloodmy blessed stolen thoughtsmy exit to your wave of fearmy apple amongst the crowdmy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/633998/ fragile pen and twisted tongueshimmering sense the glare is gonesticks and bones, rythm and tonesan enigmatic thought, a never ending songneedles and pins, knives and swordsa torniquet between you and the floorangels and demons, beauty and goredevour and give in, to hate and adorefight fire with ice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/633494/ of grains of sand is what dreams are made of as they saylimitless like specks of dustembraces the feet like shardswhich we desperately try to reachsheer frustration that weakens us as we awake stirs the thoughts we lingeras we see and feel itnumb as we are for the truthshades of lies dancing in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/627788/ it's a space that we tried to fit in to but nonetheless we are not allowed towhere emotionally we gasp for some air to breathe intowhere we burn and sing for what we frustrate for and allow the demon to take over this is the dream that we cannot reach and cannot find ways to fulfillthis is wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/624870/ options and clear in my vision where i look straight to it...and the numbers go down as i push each stones..the lights may fade if i stop...but i like to stare at each symbols so arrogantly written and designed that i need to stop at seventy one..it is a mood i chose to do when i am on a wait...a cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/624715/ these are some of the pains i don't want to feel...these are some of the tears i don't want to weep...these are some of the times i don't want to waste...and these are some of my life i never had to taste...pandemic revolution of a blood that searches identity...unblown symbols in smoke..in dust...i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/624712/ sleep is not essential...it's another method of escape...another way to fantasy land...full blown dreams are made of fine silver lines sun out of old silver grey hair...weaved by your brainwaves...part of your ideas...a peak into the future but host to confusion and despair...sleep is an escape and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/624709/ confusion of the deceased...to fade out and burn away at the cost of extreme confusions...defying the odds and reclaim victor for the lost time...we froze and stare at our body's state...serene and peaceful feature does not show ignorance...helplessly standing in front of a mirror-like state...when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/624707/ Looking for familiar faces in place where i could not find strength and only confuses me until i let myself fall back down again in an utmost feeling it ain't right..to me or to anyone that has felt the surge that i have never been to this before...i talk of songs that hurt people...i play.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/624706/ collisions...full tilt...eleven wounded...future shots,albeit phenomenal confusions...crowd gathers..electrified...invaded..indepth journey..painful blows of trust and despair..shots..bleedings..incisive demography which fills to desires..possibilities to win or lose them turmoiled life...pessimism... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marclu08/624700/