http://slow.writerscafe.org/James%20Douglas The original writings of author Self Loathe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017818 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One night, just like that, i woke up to an animated discussion"There is nothing i have to say" was where i joinedThe man sounded sure. And i knew he was sure he was a good liarThe woman was confident and controlled the way the conversation headedI sat there, quiet, scribbling, not making any sense.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Douglas/708606/ What is itJoy that I savor each hourSitting here, across the room from youI see them as beautiful fishes, swimming and silveryThe lashes as waves, imitating the sea during a moonlit nightMy heart melting, my hands wanting, I’m breathing, breathing it mercilesslyAnd as I stare into them, they s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Douglas/704248/ Lend me a crushed earI am crying in failureFlimsy like a paper window paneRecuperation!I often questionWhy?Do you ?This rain will never ceaseUntil it washes our dreary soulsThe fall of the valiant soldierIgnored!I often questionWhy? Do you?Rip apart my being, your robe of skinAh! your sexuality.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Douglas/704244/ The room is still emptyBut the silence is sharedThe stillness remainsThe moment is goneThere is a missing chair at the table...At times its not enoughTo don costumes,To sing to an empty crowd,To revel in the applause,To shed false tears.Who cares ..it’s a perfect dress rehearsalA missing chair.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Douglas/686418/ I think I try too hardto analyze, to scrutinizeto guess to investigate .. my life i confess.For somewhere deeper , there must be,Some meaning, a way to make differenceGive a reason for this strife. Slightly out of sightA hazy vision out of reachLike a darkness that hides the light... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Douglas/681436/ Lifeless greeneryWeightless bouldersDead sticksDried leavesPale whiteBrownish endRays’ hereRob and JohnAlrite ..alrite ..alrite The poet is goneFire the gunn’ so the lizard was born http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/James-Douglas/681427/