http://slow.writerscafe.org/ldv The original writings of author LDV en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048502 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 it's all dust and bonesbottled up euphoria an angel in the snow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1897909/ when I was little I remembered past livesWhen I was young I knew I had lived a thousand lives and would live a thousand more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1879643/ THEWAYTHINGSUSEDTOBE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1873264/ I think about you in the mornings, when the air sharp and stillI like to talk outside in burning cold when my words, pressed from the acid in my stomach, preserve themselves in speech bubbles of vapor and smoke like an insect in amber because I like to see what ghosts they resemble http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1870780/ There's a pencil on your desk, one of those generic-brand clear plastic mechanical tools with the colored shirt clip (bright green) and those erasers that never last long enough. It's rested lightly up against the frazzled yarn of your sweater sleeve, but you don't seem to realize. In fact, you have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1864696/ chemical images react and spark behind your eyesand burn in your chest, electricity stings your gentle skinHow it hurts all over again in ways I didn't know were possible. Lavender sprig limbs, sable skin, the tiny velvet peach fuzz hairs trailing the back of your neck, the crook between your n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1862607/ run, run, runfast, then slow,then fast againthrough the tunnelsand grey matterand tumble downthrough trap-doors,looking for the end,the exit, the escapethat is surely heresomewhere, justaround the corner...  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1862605/ God, will you tell me my real name?This one, for today,isn't right.These syllables chopon my tongueand push past my lips,dissonant,and cold to the touch.My skin shrinksaway from itselfwhen I hearthem calling my name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1862603/ The simple desires of man and monster are all the same,and when you scream, you howl at the moon.I am thinking of that pulsating basement,with the floor that stuck to my too-tight boots,catching strobing images in glimpses and flashes of red.I am spinning to a song I know vaguely from the radiomy ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1862600/ it's a poem that's got no title againI can't seem to think that faraheadthere's too much to considerlike what'll it be about?what sort of words will stay there?what does it even mean?what few words can I useto distill these chopped up lines into a storyhow can I put "i loved him andhe loved me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1861960/ LIVEFOREVER http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1858267/ aching in your bleak mountainous grandeurand our sweet alchemy a vitruvian  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1858266/ I remember the way we lookedblurred in the blue neon lightalone, together.the walls of the roomwere the edges of our universeThere is a stillness here with you,a warm oblivionin a sacrilegious kingdom.time slowed to a lazy, candied crawllike a bee drowning in honeymatter and space warped around usan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1853327/ Beetles and roaches, with shiny wing casespinned up under glass, mid-flight, frozen in mid-lifein a formaldehyde elixir of immortalitybut love, you never f*****g learn.You'll light fires, the same ancient fires,and return to the same crumbling stage.The light and the dark have twisted and entan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1853292/ Searching for meaning in utter madnessand a stillness in the storm.To live is to die a thousand timesGliding like mercury over a mirror,Hell rejoices when our stars alignEvery nocturnal vertebrate unfurls and bloomslike a flower only opening to the moonmost things live only inside your mind we'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1852285/ The light breaks through when you least expect it to.When everything has been reduced to rubble,you will begin to pick up the pieces. If you can't feel the sun warming your skin,let the icy air bring blood to your cheeks,drink it in,feel it sharp in your lungsreminding you that you ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1851974/ I'm writing again to say that I careYou've been on my mindmore or less,less or more...I'm sorry for being too scared.My own shadow dragging behind meis braver and stronger than I.I wish I could give the world to you,and bear your atlas burden.I wish I could take from youthose thoughts that haunt you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1851972/ I want to see the devil in everyone and know the fire rushing through veinswhite heat flashing behind eyes andvenom dripping from every tongueto flake back the paint to reveal the rustI want to cut myself on the edges of every heartto know mine is not so different http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1851971/ millions of years tumble through my fingersas I claw through damp sand.old bones and bodies reduced to rubble.Their ghosts ripple on the waterin a distorted moonlit dance,and screech their existence as thetiny pebbles lodge under my nails. Twinging, telling me they are still alive,they are stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1851969/ so many times I've thought of your voice in my ear our angles clumsily aligningi know you more by your contours of light and shadowthan by the voices in your headI can recall the taste of your lips,the feel of them whispering against mine,but know not what they said.I have seen your hands tremb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1851959/ There is madness and melody in equal measures.The gashes are where new light enters, andyour scars show your resurrections.life and death lurk in shades of greybut your blood runs red and hotyour body itself is a white-light starmade of cosmic dust and debriseven your darkness is filledwith every co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ldv/1851955/