http://slow.writerscafe.org/NoirNoiz The original writings of author Noiz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067651 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As a sunset closes day,The terrace speaks with dials.It bleeds from a fray,But runs with a jostle.As the blood drips to a sill,The second sun aches.For clouds pulse water,But a storm is only wine.The terrace cuddles whiteAnd the blood is coupled to air.In its final stretch of care, A sunset wraps it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1883595/ This poem was inspired by the song "The Hall Of Mirrors" by the group Kraftwerk. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1867781/ cabin screams; flailing feelingsdare to hold tighterhold for seared collisionshard is the sheetharder to keep the sweat awaystrum for us, nothing elseeyes tailing veinschilling strokes from nailsrocking further embracing highernever ailed for youtouch for us, nothing elsecherished at last, rosemarys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1867234/ Juggling contraceptive bottles for castrated mutts in a gratified battle.Unify all heralds, who wail for dazzling mice, crawling upon purged shackles.Slip the iris of a general in the slotted test of belching sharks for grandeur.Here, they praise his ears in an angst laced keenness.Rolled with surro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1856429/ Standing in a vacant lot of elderly trash, spots of stickiness, and shattered headlights.Every car has lost its power, but every grave has lost something more.From my stance, the sliding doors wave to me.I decide to approach the flickering lights of the store.Perhaps a solitary scrap of food will si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1855611/ On a vivid August morning, with the sun bleeding its beams and costumed entertainers being pictured with bystanders, a plucky, young boy, no older than seven, was skipping along a sidewalk of Fremont Street wearing blue overalls and a red propeller cap. His bubbly disposition and soaring senselessne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1854786/ With a senseless catch for quality events, the unkempt man bustled and stretched down the 45th road. Barely fighting the breeze, he swooned the crying fox that bled upon his ashy top hat. He was once told to breath the gurgled air that choked so many chargers in a war between three gilded guns. On t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1853852/ Notice the caller, parading pickled lives pulled from sugary shelves.He can hope to prey upon the pitiful, but must bear the back buckles.Years ago, in shrunken shacks of bubbling trades, Gin and cotton strove to become the new comforters.Supposing a position to shape the next collection.Losing all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1849930/ Her moon-like face glistens under the light of a single bulb.She’s alone with cold fingers and an outstretched voice.Turn after turn, she eyes the silent street.A dog passes by the window, muddy and thin.From her cluttered corner, she feels miraculous.Dawn approaches; the sun shines upon her s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1849796/ The dead cannot record my festering lines.They only squeeze the pulp from jaunting fantasies.An aging faucet is leaking white wine.Disparage bloody mules, little carver.Rust collects the keys that fit my copper spine.Howling bones brutalize a monstrous canine’s paws.Eggs crack the guarded musc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1849636/ She’s perfect in her design.Her wires and colors will one day align.Until then, she’ll pluck a set of tender strings.Tune after tune, she’ll sing about everything.On this day, we commend her first year of grace.She sits with wide eyes, observing images of space.Joy bounds about, fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1849519/ I observe the speckled snippets of distilled lives.Each one sits and sulks with contained questions.Ten fingers lick the rim of a jostling glass.They’re settled in a vacant lobby.One crumbling mumbler screeches with hazy puppets.He’s settled in a white boat atop a glowing lake.Five worme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1847998/ He’s prying the dangling tongues.They’re hooked by fossils in a cordless womb.Losing touch while tasting the blackened stool, Twisted from ancient webs of teeth.A spider cries in the cuddled breast of our Virginia.One curdled eye to spot the potent love in her shining intestine.These man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846932/ We are following the stones.Water brims in my every step.The branches clamor together...with hands like spears.Her tail bleeds the color of her horns.Our coats protect us in the edgeless autumn.The light in the sky is draining all.With a tumble, heads collide then lay.Simmered hair retains its scent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846929/ Desperate hounds partake in the sound.There is simply too much upon the mound.Revisiting my tapes and stretching my cape.Eating many oranges with a sinister ape.How do we compare to the lizard’s hair?I only wish for one, lonely penny to care.Why comfort a clown, for how does he frown?Electric .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846721/ I am only the body being carried to the mountain;Everyone is drowning in my musk.The higher I climb, the harder they’ll strive.The mammoth charges, but no one grips its tusk.Little, pink worms struggle to stay alive.Still, I control the rocks.My door steadily increases in knocks.Plans are blaz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846711/ Do I want to know?Is this only a show?I can’t decide.Yet, I idolize.He is higher.A king without a queen.His word is fire,But my body is the phoenix.Now, I only feel desire.Trapped by his edict.The day before the last,I was held to task.A crater of greed.A craving, a need.I’ve completed t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846705/ Is he crazy, is he pure?If his heart fell flat,Could anything be a cure?One day is swollen and another is gone.Both rest in graves encased by dawn.He is nothing but a thinker.No loose screws, no gears to tinker.Oh why, oh how?He’s done, where do we venture now?.He wants to break free.Every ide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846704/ Slowly drain the cherry red blood.Drink the putrid fluid from the flood.On that day, my soul is broken.On that day, your ribs are tokens.My teeth softly sink into your arm.Gritty nails only inflict harm.So smooth, so decayed.Precious, tangy tongues await to be swayed.I stop for taste delicious screa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846697/ In this moment, I feel the weight of the world falling into an unnatural spiral.Everything that can go wrong suddenly drifts to the opposite side of the scale.Nothing to hold onto.My grip remains stale.The air in my lungs doesn’t care to stay.Say something, don’t think about the terms.Al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846691/ Until streaks of burning ribbon pierce the pepper laced sky,She will wait with sun drenched bodies.Until clans of biting feeders find the will to fly,She will care for what the little ones embody.Until traveling shadows await with eyes ever wry,She will riddle the clouds with the hope of a somebody... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NoirNoiz/1846312/ I’ve discovered the treasure of 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