http://slow.writerscafe.org/Thatch The original writings of author Thatch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775987678 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A product of insomnia. One late night I heard a ringing coming from somewhere inside my room, the cause of which eluded me. So naturally it must be ghosts, right? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1945213/ Shall I spill upon the parchmentall the blackness in my brain?Do I dare, with diligence, describe the limericks I have lane?Would these words which weave in waves within my wild mind relieve Those countless souls who cannot conjure  names of demons they conceive?Any head may.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1849294/ There used to be a different timeCaught short and now i'm baling twineWrapped around a length of strawStretched tight to ensure overdrawTension mounts like geyser tearsThe bold hearted, jump-started cavaliersCrashing through mist and humid airOr running my fingers through your hairAnd secretly steal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805667/ I crawled along the canyon floorAt last arriving at a doorA silver knob called quietlyTwas he who had invited meWith brittle handed I grasped and turnedA manic hunger inside me burnedMy retinas were promptly friedWashed suddenly in milky tiedWhen vision gave its swift returnI scanned intently, eager.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805300/ Breathe into meBreathe into meReality RealitySo it's got a little convolutedAnd I just want to see an answer to itIt's not a gift unless you're sure that you can use itSo come and play, you might just make a paymentYou've got a chance, but not a way to take itBurned at the stake but still awake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805299/ The only way to see is to not look at all With your face facing forward, and back to the wallI see your intentions by the smile on your faceA deafening grin for my finger to tracePlease tell me, what are you expecting to findA summertime twist and a lavender shine?I'll bookmark your photo away .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805298/ He's got a short deck, mostly abominableLong neck, physiologicalSound check, microphone's audibleBreakneck speed of an automobileBlack eyes pierce like an iron knifeMost guys want to come back to lifeHe's high, caught in the act of flightHis crime? 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Sadly, my personality is such that i'm far more likely to start something new than to finish what I started. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805275/ Well you and me baby, we learned how to flyAnd even if we didn't we can say that we triedBut getting your feet off the ground's the hard partWe should've just kept on walking from the startBut a bird left alone without friendship in flightCan be oh-so-empty, a skyline at nightAnd bright like the sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805270/ I want you to greet me in the morning like the ocean greets the docksAnd we can watch the ships make port from our spot atop the rocksWhen we've grown weary of this weather we can walk right into townAnd although we're low on silver, golden souls sell pound-for-poundThrough the kiosks and the vendor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805267/ You know there's a shelter that's down by the shoreBy a basin where men do not hasten exploreThere's a king in the sand, there's a girl there's a doorThere are few who can reach it by air or by oarI wish I was wiser or had more to drinkTo speak with worn words or too soon start to sink.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Thatch/1805247/