http://slow.writerscafe.org/lysergicpancakes The original writings of author Indra's Child en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021714 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I want you, all of you. Deeply, without regret or illusion. The soft curves of your muscles straining under my touch, the way your moans fill my ears.  The way your skin reacts to my lips. I need you- so, so badly. I want you to let me make you mine, to feel every part of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/3131596/ A letter to a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/3131590/ Burnt out on feeling fearMy inhibitions waning thinSuck blood like a vampireDrink lead like chances thinIs there a number I could callOr a site that I could visitThere's nothing here but concrete wallsThick like my patience isn'tThe plight of the parasiteThe blight on the land .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2946188/ Steeped in cultures, Not mine but not a vulture, Tea and T seas part for me a start, New wave a ways apart from end to beginning. Alpha to omega, beta don't follow, A stash of leads, words hard to swallow, Deal a dime a dozen, don't drop it, Chopped like cheese, fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2943865/ Invocation of GlittergritBorn into softness, loudness, harshness,Crassness, sadists with glass chassis on the brink of class clashing,Don't think of cash flashing in the mass thrashing,Lest you let the wolf of Wal-Street roam untamed, been fasting,"The better to smell you with, my dear,"Tears as fle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2941594/ Work backwards. “I am a bad artist”“Why are you a bad artist?”“Because I can’t cleanly produce accurate proportions.”“And why not?”“Because I can’t.”What happened? Did you get stuck? It sounds hard to do .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2927584/ Drag yourself out of bed,Skin slick with sweat sticks to sheets,Hair thick with dreams wet with grease,Do the dance of impertinent waiting,The blood of the shower turns slowly to life.-Fleece, cotton, polyester fibers,Synthetic, natural, wash only in cold water-Lint is inevitable, wrinkles inevitabl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2923566/ Monologue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2921977/ I watch a shadow crawl over my ceiling.It really crawls, with tendrils seeking new ground to cover,A great patch of life that seems inevitable,Likened to the shelf-life of a good lover,Now undercovers,They sell what they seek, Machiavellian tendencies,Orchestrated against the forces of open territor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2921343/ When you leave,A knife to the gut.Bleeding out,I need to recover.Weeks in bed,Months on end.Fetid wounds turn,To raised scars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2911903/ I don't know if you love me, if you ever did at that,But as time goes on, I find that I will never understand.I tried so hard to be a friend, to learn, to grow, to be yours,It was all in vain, a fever dream, a mouthful of open sores.These hands bound behind my back keep track of the passage of time,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2903630/ The blood of men,Is a tome in high demand,Bound with skin,And written in the blood of women,And everyone who could not abide. --------------------------------------------The ancient world was nigh repleteWith tales of heroes on horsesBut the written word that now repeatsWas property of the elit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2903047/ This is what it looks like,To build a cage for someone,And if you don't like what it looks like,Then you can always them abandon.Build one for the next one,But be not taken aback,With resentment and disgust,Because this is what they lack:There is no sunlight in a cage,Skin sinks, eyes shallow,Paladi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2902566/ On that day, so long ago,When deepest darkness did ensnare,I held my breath, and let it go,And could not feel the fresh, new air.And through the trees, and plains, and valleys,The road was long, the sun was warm,Leaving behind warm plastic playthings,And turning laughter cold, forlorn.What is life n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2902003/ Sometimes, I fantasize that all these years I've spent alone, doing nothing with my life could actually amount to something. Sometimes, I pretend they'd think me a worthy candidate for some long-term mission through space; that maybe my being used to long, intense isolation could actually be be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897687/ I can change...You like to inform me,I need to,Through the lull of your sharp speech,Like a song melodized to a child,In the throws of a sick fever dream.Am I unshaken by the weight thrust upon my soul,Enough to never be mistaken, my smile, for the bliss of ignorance?Will I forever let the harmony o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897686/ Take me, reframe meOn doctrine etched in stone do you relyTake me, shame meBut the spirit in my body never liesSo all the words you've said to me,I'm broken, crazy, cannot seeAre shed as flesh gets left when we dieAnd all the scars that I've sustained,All the love that I've maintained,I will my lega.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897685/ An echoI hear an echoOf the words you've sentTo pierce my mindLeave my mouthAnd I realizeJust how muchI hate you,Love.(2022) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897684/ Sickly intertwined,Vines crawl walls,The floorboards creak,With dead patrons.Flooding the halls,With hollow whispers,Hidden truths,Twisted desires, fear without faith,This is your castle.Architect, architect!You've forgotten the windows,The doors also missing,In this bleak maze,Where a stupid spirit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897683/ My existence is your sufferingMy life is your deathDragging on slowly,To the last lost breath http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897682/ Too many people,Credit me,With saving,Their lives.Too little people,Realize,That their lives,Had to be,Saved.(2022) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897680/ Dirty clothesBad hygieneHomelessLonelinessPermeates,The coldnessNo hands to hold, loveIs in the street, the soldiersKeen, the observersAs they hold upA fatalityIn the lightOf a new dusk.(2022) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897679/ Your touches,Persistent,Your body,Poised.Your eyes,Peering,Your hips,Possessed.Your gaze,Pensive,Your thoughts,Poison.(2022) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897678/ I can breathe with youBut I still suck my chest inI can speak to youBut I watch what I sayI can kiss youBut you won't say I love youWe could be togetherBut I would always miss you(2022) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897677/ VoicesPlaying themselves intoThe frigid airTo the monarch of mindlessnessDancingOn the graves ofGenerosityJusticeFreedom from confinementDestroying the essenceOf empathetic concernTaking it out of contextFaking a death while committing a murderSolitudeAnd introspectionAre faded memoriesAs the past l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897676/ I look at the remnants,Of the cigarettes,You've smoked in my presence,And I wonder,If I love you,Then why,Am I trying,To kill you?(2022) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897675/ Drag the chair into the closetBring a strong cordOf soft fabric__Tears in eyes, thinking ofGlassy eyesGlossed overLike the departureIn the county filesStand up, fasten tightA noose around the neck(Test it......It's been tested many times before)__No one at the funeralNot oneBut maybe an officialSoli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897670/ Wishing I could take it back, take it all backWishing I could build a time machineAt least, just to look at youAnd at most, to change the rushing riverOf eventsThat would lead us to thisEventualityThey say every good villain needs an arcI think I've always been one,And never accepted it.I thought I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897669/ What was the point?Of all that growing, changing,Realizing, all the pain?If I go back to square oneWhen you're gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897667/ SinkingThis sinking feeling seeminglyNeverendingI pretend to defend myself withPlastic swords and fabric mythThe grand delusion of a martyr and the consistency of SisyphusThisStone-cold feeling weighing heavilyOn my chest,Forcing out breath after breath, after breath,Yet never allowed to decompressN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897666/ How many times have I died?Was it four times? Five? Ten? Or more?Was it something I could have controlled before,When I still had the light in my eyes?And will I ever regain who I used to be,When I considered myself alive?Will I ever come back from the lost lands?Can I ever run, walk, or limp?Can I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897665/ Maybe, someday, you won't miss meMaybe, today, you already don't.But, forever, I will miss you,Even if, right now, I think I won't.I'm sorry for the times I've said I'm sorry,When I did nothing wrong.I'm sorry for the times I hurt you,Even though these scars run deep and long.I wish I could turn bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2897664/ Now is time to Pare downRemember your excellenceFor tomorrow brings adventureBut today requires steadfastnessIn the face of a word paradeLaunching syllablesStuck in the thick airAs ammunition stopped with admonitionChoose to lose yourselfIn the veritable vastnessOf an idea unco.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2835674/ Feathers pulled back by the wind,Slight resistance builds strength,Slowly and with mastery,The body does glide,Across the clouded sky.Waking up, the sight of new dawn,First light dashes through a dimly lit room,Four walls, with darkness tugging at corners.Great despair is only known to those,Who, ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2826087/ Think I'm losing my mind for goodAnd no one's here to stop meAnd even if they were, I doubt they could'Cause no-one's ever seen meIt's easy to stay awakeIt's easy to ignore painHard to keep alive the spiritHard to live in someone's nameI'm not waiting with baited breathFor God .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2824334/ A get to know- a knowledge, the square root of something hiddenForbiddenLike the poison berries eatenBy birds thievingFrom mother nature's pantry.Folly, a fool, a dime a dozenSome drop dimes like I dropped acidIn the parkAnd waited for the repercussions, unknowing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2823482/ I see you,In this place,In every spot you'veTalked to me,Concerned, heartfelt,Distant, cold,Passionate,Dispassionate.I feel you,In my presence,In every corner you've stood in,And every place you've sat,Cross-legged,Or with your feet on the ground,Sometimes tapping away,Stimulation to soothe the mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2819298/ You said you've thought about me being the mother of your children. Well, I've thought about it, too. Yet, I often think about how if you died tomorrow, no-one would tell me you were dead. And if there was a funeral, all your family, and all your friends and colleagues would be there- and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2819026/ I wish everyone realized,That I don't explode.I wish they all cared,When I bought me the rope.I wish they both worried less,When I told them,I implode. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2816500/ Sometimes, I thinkAbout how,If you died,No-one would tell me,And how I wouldn't be ableTo attendYour funeral,Or mourn your loss,Or cry my heart outOn the shoulders of family,Or in the arms of friends.How I wouldn't be ableTo comfort your mother,Or your brother,Or even her.Because I know,She will hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2816497/ At first sight, we intertwinedSouls kissing through primordial mistsMystifying glances through a thick lensOf speculative analysisSand in our shoes and hairCold hands getting warmer At first touch, becoming tetheredBodies pressed gently against each otherThen pushing, heavily reacting To t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2811754/ rough draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2810845/ The vegetarian dealio! Various, insane, disorganized concepts for avo-burgers, inspired by Bob's Burgers and at this point, world cuisine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2809300/ Fearing, as I do,That saturation of fear itself,Familiar as the back of my worn hands,Cornering my love,And choking it's breath away,I ask myself now, To step in between those two bodies,Each bearing the scars,Of the others' resistance.Reading, as I should,T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2808962/ I met you,Ten million years,Before I was born.All my life,Knowing deep down,That I would meet you again,I waited.I'm so happy,Because I don't need to anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2808652/ Under the stone bridge Drinking semen Sticking knives in the backs of demons Under the blue skies Blood-soaked knee highs Okay on the razors edge of oblivion I am death, I am become destroyer of worldsI am death, I am become destructionIt's only a matter of time I reali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2808575/ Fear me,As your nerve endings,Fear broken glass and molten iron.You must be better off,Without understanding my disease.Fear me,Like the primal body,Fears it's death,And exposed flesh,Fears the cold.It's better this way,For now...Because at least you won't touch me,In my broken disharmony,As I try t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2807949/ Just for a moment,For fantasy,For a phantasm,(I wrote this poem for a phantom)I wish to give you the world,My soul, my bodySo you can cradle them,In your arms,And melodize with the suffering.Just for a moment, my love,I wish to receive your pain,Your scars,Your fears, your gentle eyes,Looking into m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2807396/ Grunge/Goth fusion song lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2807289/ Bridge:Some days I'm on itSome days I'm on itSome days I'm on itOther days I sit there and pretendToday was the last day of the beginning of the endYou take some pink poison to cure and to ventThe strange feelings set free through fire and scarsFeelings of pressure released, death isn't far-Bridge-C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lysergicpancakes/2807283/