http://slow.writerscafe.org/shash99 The original writings of author Shash en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776264424 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The world is its canvas.A vast sky, stretched out thin over scenes of searing sunlightCaught - frozen, in the eyes of bodies with muted faces, brittle bones and an unspoken emptiness.Now a simple pencil, so pure, in wood and lead lays down our one true law.Soaking my papered skin and forgotten parts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1993773/ i don't want to fall  iwaana fly but i can't see the sky just patches of it blurred as i spinsnapshots of goo times in a chrome lensfall and twist, northern switch around i want to drown feel the ocean bed kiss me goodnight but i have no choice but to fight my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1987399/ Too fullof memories, blood, food, Churning tar inside of my organs Cut and spew, let the pain just ooze Slip and slideNeed to be numbedwith routine, medicine, denialOtherwise i'll slip, then slide Into thoughts, desires and darknessDesires for darkness SplitSprawled on the b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1947766/ Sun DayExperimentally peeling the rotting, Itchy coton drapes of caterpillar shells from crispy human skins.With the curiosity of a scientist, you are segmented- chopped up by the cruel can edges of each layer.Another curious young girl peering over the counter,Once it cuts it slices. Sunl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1946917/ The warm fluid bubbles in my stomach, A heart about to spill over and spew its bloody regretsOnto linoleum white floor, over the doctors front desk Sometimes, I miss being in absolute darkness, as I step into the morning lightNo trials or tribulations- black on black, eternal nightWhen my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1923453/ Pre-meditated Better get running, Your time is coming soon,I can hear what you're thinking...''Nowhere to hide'', I know just where to find youYet, rest for now, feel the heavy winds brewingRipping wiry hair from each greased pore of your muzzle I'll carve out your eyelids, fleshy pet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1912559/ Slip and Slide Another way of squandering such vitality,Churning, swirling life-like dreams down the drain for plastic cups of utopian banalityIt was so soft and sweet, you make me wanna take it all backFind a real world worth living at Immobile whilst sprinting up a plastic bag of soap wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1904278/ Listening to the air that ripped apart the fabric,Tore it from the old washing line I was so stretched out, strung up and twisted into a lieWrenched into a monotone fine Awash with hot blood and grandmothers soup, i saw the end of my lineTracks crossing and dividing to sum up to a silent c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1901869/ Words on the page don't heal my brainThe words are stuck- they won't come outI want them to be a little more freeFree enough to ease my doubt Sitting down- i fall into my frownI never want to go outPlease don't let me be another sappy piece of poetry I want something different right nowFre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1896253/ Do you think you've got a reason to beSomething other than a bird or a bee?Hold me closer but don't kill me with your barkIt's sweeter than a cherry tree, pulling me up the yardYour mother is home, dandelions are sitting in the vaseThere's no glass on the floor, this really isn't what you thought it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1895848/ Three heads on a hardware platter Crushing into the clinical sphere. A circular tower tunnelling into the skyRapidly ripping the atmosphere openIt is  an ungrateful childWailing over the melted ice-cream and oil spills.Sliding up into the bottom of the pitWe are circling the rim of th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1878617/ An old tune plays, but this is a different songI try to differentiate the golden curls from your long beautiful Fingers find all the right chordsStrings tugging my eyelids openPa-dam, Pa-dam, Pa-dam. And so he dance begins. Its clumsy at first, one eye on the clock, another on your fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1876324/ Can you save me from the ocean?Since to the endless battering of depressing imagery I am a slave.Can I make it through the day without hurting myself?Or is that day  another today. That other day I will wake up not by necessity, but by choice.Cliché keychains of love strapped t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1876003/ Daisy chains, blossoming around my bedTie me up in the vines so  pickled and prepared. Melt the dark deserts in my headYou know that no one is ever spared.Children playing in the sunshine, You can't gallop away from the pansy picker. They'll catch you with a old rotten vine,Just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shash99/1875997/