http://slow.writerscafe.org/PodunkPrayers The original writings of author smalltownsympathies en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992518 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Do you think me beautiful?Do the touch of my lips and the gaze from my eyes enough to be able to move you?Have you ever found me lovely?Has the laughter of my voice and the kindness in my smile ever swayed you?Does the thought of me make you happy?Are the heart-wrenching tears and bitter-sweet&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/735742/ Allow me to sing to you my sweetest, sweetest lullaby,though your ears are virgin to the melody.I have always hiddenso far from your eyes-my shapely body,tender heart, and open soul-yet every bit of mecravesyour taste and your touch;cries out for you before the dawn.Yet you are never there.Listen to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/735738/ What am I, but a tender soulcrossing paths,clashing swords, seizing my dear friend enigma amongst the storming clouds of even our brightest days.I could sail against your enslaving tides, walloping sea serpents, and ever-widening waters as oceans upon oceans layer me filthy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/735731/ Self-mutilationinto shapes and formsI am unable to decipher; My mind creates twisted monologueswhile my hand stands idly by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/735724/ This one's for you, Dwayne. Please-don't fear me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/719468/ To my dearest desolate Island,It is to you that I have returned after all these years, as a cold hearted and disheveled monstrosity in the presence of such great beauty. Memories of our only summer together bring about so many unarmed sentiments, and I ache to remember all the violently sweet perfec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/707390/ Wishful thinking, small town dreamin'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/674416/ I don’t know what you’d call it-fate, orinnocence, which drove that night to where it ended. If I close my eyes I amstill able to make out the distant twinkle of stars as the heat rose visibly,wrapping around the darkened canvas of sky, blanketing the evening. The moonstood visib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/674399/ Not all of us are built this way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/673892/ We all have our times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/640612/ This one's for you, Holden. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/639747/  Viewing life through my detrimental gazeI'm swinging low by a spool of threadI cling to youI cling to thisI cling to now.The blankest pages hold the deepest thoughtsmeaningsI'm at a loss for where I put them all.This lifemy life-Is it everything they made it out to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/639746/ Headlights upon shadowscorners plagued by innocence and youth;your strength and brilliancefrighten you.Scattered beats of scattered heartstorment,enrage.Petty fools in the dark of the nighttempt hell the syndromeas it slashes the gravity within.No doubt,beautiful disasters eras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/639738/ Questions left unanswered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PodunkPrayers/639734/