http://slow.writerscafe.org/servitude90 The original writings of author The Most High Priest en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018034 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 look man i think u need a dose of reality...when u get over ur hissy fit and decide to man up let me know...this b.s of running around paranoid out of ur mind is getting ridiculious.. i cant change the past i never did one thing to hurt u...ur the one who broke your word several times, stealing mone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/servitude90/679200/ i look out at the past in the presenti see the pictures broken into shards some lost and thats the good onesothers stuck in someones foot and it makes me feel bad cause i broke it.one cannot stand and i know its my fault.one cannot stay, theres too many shards, and i know its my fault.ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/servitude90/679191/ i sat down to write you a letter but i started with i love you and that just seemed wrong.so i decided to write a poem, something sweet, romantic. to share all the feelings i could never say.something warm fuxxy, describing a sensual rush that entangles ones tounge in effortless dialouge.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/servitude90/676761/ I stand and struggle..twist, turn,dramaticially theres nowhere to go.i lay and embrace...zen, tranquility.a calm boredombut you stay with me....you who has no namealways with me...though my invitation, i dont remember sending..oddyou who has no name..what are you?i couldnt imagine life w/o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/servitude90/666955/ dark.... lonelya plague creeps to devour its hostsad....lonelydarkness eats and never ceases to gorge its abyss of an appetitepower.... wisdoma child cries as the bright light touches its skin for the fist timei.....weepa child yet not knows of that he has been made to dorays illumin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/servitude90/663626/ one day i saw the world. all its splendor; all its glory.i rejoiced in the light,... drank from the spring.the next day i saw the worldall the pain,...... all the shamei hid myself, and grew weary of the darknessfriday i saw the worldtime was erased, all was calm;i leveled the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/servitude90/656951/