http://slow.writerscafe.org/leololozone The original writings of author Jason Buskey en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032557 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i looked and saw nothing the distance continued and it seemed just out of reach soon i held it in my hands until the numbness left me then folded it neatly into smaller pieces&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/1450056/ A smile so singularThe darkness crept in fearSought refugeIn the deepest silenceFestering like all woundsIt waitedA filthy animalFilled with spiteIt found a fiercenessIn her blooda boiling rhythmin her heartthat screamed withWith an unrelentingbeautyLaughterthat taunted andmocked every shadowspillin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/1450053/ Whats left whenMemories talonsSlash throughEvery smileEvery breathThat mufflesScreamsI don’t want itNot nowI don’t want to rememberThe gravityOf burning embersSpinning aroundOne anotherUntil they touchExplodingIn a halo ofInarticulateBeautyThe pressureOn my chestFrom your smileLike a pha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/1450051/ for my lost love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/1408467/ more for my true love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/1408465/ poems for my lost love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/1408461/ synchronicity, freewill, fate http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/479227/ fictional short inspired by someone i once knew.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/421874/  a mother holds her childs hand(as if in imitation    of the sea and shore beside them)and says softly to him,"see this is a boardwalk, its made of boards"it seems to me that this is some sort ofunconscious revengeto steal from the childthat which a man .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/207742/  which reflects your realtiy?lost dimensions of unequaled rhythmcondemned to a pinpoint in spacetime manifesting itself in broken numbered daysdreamless propaganda beckoning your eyes like liesreflecting one anothers love and hatecategorical imperitives of thoughtreplace th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/207692/ written while living in portland, oregon...riding the bus...working at a temp labor place....drinking a lot of port wine and reading too much bukowski... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/207678/ written after a break up..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/207676/ i wanna smash everything i've built and laugh as it tumbles(a weak cardhouse of sympathetic noise) affirm every impulse except the ones that keep me in check(deny what lacks the power to change) bleed from every pore and drown in it(i know you'll help hold my head under)&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/207672/ this story was inspired by an experience a friend of mine had and by my own experiences..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/207670/  Who am i, finally, when i'm not playing?  a poor orphan left out in the cold among Sensations, shivering on the street corners of Reality, forced to sleep on the steps of Sadness and to eat the bread offered by Fantasy....- Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/leololozone/207665/