http://slow.writerscafe.org/545g4g634y53h54 The original writings of author w2de35657u687y4324rf en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026265 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 spunked up goat s**tall crunked from Madison Avenue is crackin’ open youra*s, to pop in a hot cable,and zip zip, youforget about language, go on repeat jibbering “I do, I do.”& then she’stellin’ you all soft, “you’re not a writer,&rdq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/965964/ strumpetting trumpets, of the earth inversed, [they are!]/(ease, am I, among the silos of my soul,)/ when up on pit-less you, don’t call you “cranberry stroodle”I’m a one foot off the roof if I ever touched you, so sharingbedroom blues,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/956135/ I.She sat still in the gypsymusic, sipping mango tea. The ice jangled in her glass like little pearls amissa green sea, jostled together, claustrophobic. But she sat alone, spacious andsimple; a pale leaf in the yellowing, obnoxious vegetation of the world aroundher. The red notebook of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/946510/ I amonly but perfect:Radicalseashell of sleek glass quite pale,Like adream, paper-screened swastika. Thus thespectators lean in to bleatRancid“aahs” on the snow globe o’ me, bottled tailI amonly but perfect! &you,like the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/944555/ Introduction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/943521/ A short story written mostly in stream of consciousness with themes of equality, justice and 'humanity', based in a futuristic society where reformation/revisionism has redefined society once more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/943520/ theseDamned Unsleepsreceive noenvelope from heaven:they arerejected for Solace(Yet shallNever cease to Dream) the smoothGray Glass of my everwake sits like a filter overallunknowns            i feign the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/940800/ The opiate was filtered into a nook         andCrucifiedSo that The Vapid could swarm out (ashes) in flocksof winged blowflyand analyze the small globe of Eden’s appleusing arachnid-eyes and a black resolve;Myars de poetica.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/938787/ Son        ofEphesusLaden withgolden braceletsIn thedaylightBy green constantsHe needsO’ life. In Spite theseasFlood onceso often:Like Nile’s polar shift,But Boyforgets,Arms dazzle  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/937133/ Spoon fed, by the letter, throughthe ear,Mime-eyed.Wespeak in our mother’s tongues-- learn from the breastIt is only after the mouth holeclamps down upon itselfAnd some moment of silence isobservedWhereasthe mother is excluded from the mindThat Eden empties he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/936746/ Chapter Eight: Of Nymphs and NightshadeThey walked the road back and watched as the sceneryslowly redeveloped and the noises and scents were revived from the crystalvoid. Marlow was still hanging his head low and continued to do so until theworld was completely revitalized. He turned to So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/822701/ Chapter Seven: A New WorldThere was a bleak daylight reflecting into the bluewalls of the cave. It bounced and glowed upon the still cold floors. Avon’scheek was flattened against this and it smudged the entirety of his face. Hiscotton outfit was charred and shredded where the infern.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/822700/ Chapter six: A State of FlickeringMemento lead Avon through the ruble and back towardsthe whole in the wall. Avon was emotionally overloaded and cried the entireway. Then, as they neared the exit, a giant whoosh of air blew the slight hairon the back of Avon’s head and they could hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/822699/ Chapter Five: The Colossal OneAvon had been taking a walk through the courtyardacross the entrance of the inner white room, now known as the council chambers.Something was amiss, though. All of the other prisoners who had been gettingsent out on serving errands to fetch water and such were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/822698/ Chapter Four: A Purpose and a Pastureland The only one remaining in the intersection besides Avonwas the guard. He clicked his legs impatiently and then, when the maggotscleared out. He scuttled over to the site where Debin had fallen and shiftedthe sand about in the illogical search for s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/822696/ Chapter Three: Of Roadways and Trading Days:Avon gazed over the landscape. Roaming hills rose andfell all around the green and yellow countryside. Trees and fields of wheat andbarley glimmered in the sunlight like droplets of day. A song of brushingleaves and bending brush collected and ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/822694/ Chapter Two: Things of the Starch SandThe soft white membrane was more promising this time.Avon reached and lurched upward frantically. The small pocket of air in hismouth was quivering. His chest seized up and cursed the heavy waters. He triedhis best not to flail, but the attempt was in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/822693/ Intro http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/821342/ A fallen star must combat the troubles of a strange world as well as determine the value of morality and mortality http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/821339/ You wake up somewhereBetween a banquet of baby-blue constellationsIn a nebular float paradeAnd the black purgatory that hangsIn stasis under the shower drain. Your narcolepsy has got you Into a New York pay phone booth at three A.M. You draw your clammy overcoat of denim tig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/801288/ Commoners quarrel in the culturally dejected streetsFor a flimsy thing like ‘love’,Claiming violet gowns of sweatshop fabricTo feign royalty and soakIn the cliché pulp of up-chucked emotions. Though, from the shabby pub rooftops In this suicide obi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/793260/ Attempt to take note of the references I have here. It seems most readers have been missing them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/793257/ Dreamscape: 2Of Dark Waters."Have you ever seen a mermaid, Joel?"His blonde hair lit up in the daylight as he spun, his eyes like electricity."Mermaids, mommy?!" His soft pink lips hung loosely as the deep blues of his eyes glinted with wonder."Your father was a sailor, you know."  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/788247/ Dreamscape: 1Of Scarlet SandsHis hood dragged across his face in the hued gusts of crimson, bequeathing half of his features to darkness. The filth carried through the air added density to the muddy locks of hair that jetted out across his fancy. However, hair as dense as concrete could not wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/788243/ I often write to put myself to sleep. I've been writing short stories I just call "Dreamscapes". They're basically a recap of an individual's life in a surreal world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/788239/ Should every poet have a museI'd plummet into earthy depths;Let demons stream green down my cheeksIn jealousy.Stasis of water women.Stare with apathy like midnight puddles. Watch larvae turn in circles 'round wet tongues, Lain by sea-striders who stroll with these spirits.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/788233/ Cliche. Stay away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/788232/ I fancy a furrowFrom the treads of cosmic insects:Eight-armed and arbitraryWith ambulant egg-sacks on their underbelliesAs they leer with angular eyes over Neptune-Exoskeletons gleaming in the reflected lightOf Jupiter's 63 moons. The parallax of populicide shan't stunt their wingsFrom beating .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/777167/ Silentspecters still carve ice sculptures of a delicate girlIn the Victorianmansions that line the crest of Venus. I wouldoften watch the sparks protrude from quaking earthAs I sat inmy arm chair, stretching in a patch of sun. --------------------------------------------.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/775643/ Strong men do not give into the easy dreams of man-made faith. I do not believe and, therefore, I strive beyond any whom fear the fallacy of The Father's hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/772690/ This is what it feels like to have insomnia. I didn't ask any of you to read this. The writing is not beautiful from a literary stand point. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/769227/ Shadows cast for parts; as of pieces for a playTo dance upon these empty walls, riddled with my name. The floor exudes brain fluid; steps sink further into fearsome snares.The tunnels leer with malice; hollow tendrils veering nowhere. To bid farewell to this dark cellar,Wiping clean bare f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/765521/ By the legislation ofGod no designated world hosts his footfall, By the allurement offallen angels his actions do not comply with man’s morals,So he strolls,observing pavement and satin skies,Emptied of light, void-seeking,Into Oblivion. In reflectionFloc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/762457/ The veins of violet clouds fill with oxygenAnd exude highlights of frozen sakuras.The desert birds hurl chucks with without pattern, But I bathe in the irony of their noise, which is naturally musical.   Overhead the pewter plate of sky is rimmed in gold; touched by bruised mounta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/762429/ Chapter Four:Ihad written Stanley a letter anyway. I couldn’t have him stocking me, especiallynot now. I had scared myself with the way I had written the letter initially.It lingered with something separate from me"something Asa would have describedas negative energy.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/760435/ The manic anger I vomit up when drooling from medication to control emotions, love the irony, don't you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/758611/ Chapter Three:She had offered to walk mehome. I refused, trying to smile in the slight way that speaks “I’m alright,please, you’ve done enough.” I was shaking as I left her. I had seen the wayher eyes had glazed over to browse the cerebral channel, probably .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/757448/ A submission for the "Poetry Prompt" Contest, moderated by E.V. Black. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/757350/ In what strangeness,Starved as this gem is of planets,Does fluency march her bands of brass to my boarded aisle? So bitter, concealed in the marble floors,Fossilized and salted by dirt’s granolas,Sweat of the earth;I am empty,Dried, my tongue flaking off of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/757127/ Chapter two of "Leering Dusk" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756599/ Chapter One of "Leering Dusk": Introduction. *Note: Contains profanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756598/ A sample of the writing and character, unrelated to the actual book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756596/ In the wastelands of a lost world, governed by the last standing army, Shoto has always felt deeply removed. Ancient tomes spoke of destiny. Was there ever such a thing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756593/ A slam poem to an ex; another break-up rant and false resolution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756038/ This is another poor piece. I only enjoy the concept and am therefore sharing it for that sole quality. The title explains all there really is to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756031/ If you are looking for a fair sample of my writing this is not it. The quality of this piece is elementary and I post it only for the love of it's concept. Originally titled "Dead". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756028/ A short slam poem that speaks to the suppressed citizens. The call to action is revolution with a dark quality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756024/ A poem touching on transcendence and rebirth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/756021/ A short erotica which indulges in the troubles and obstacles of an ethnic culture. WARNING: EXTREME RACIAL AND SEXUAL CONTENT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED! FOR MORE INFO SEE "AUTHORS NOTE". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/745442/ Poem about giving up insanity for a lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/545g4g634y53h54/680068/