http://slow.writerscafe.org/Edwards_Anderson The original writings of author L'Enfant Terrible en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092316 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Skinny, long face, big expressive eyes and nice hair. Smart and someone I can talk with about stuff. That's how I'd define my type.It's not gonna happen, we're both in search of someone who can fill these needs. we probably could cover those emotional and physical necessities but never will be with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/992418/ What type of softness will make you open?Were you close would I tear the coldness?Can you lace desires in their own place?Call to your case, cut your damn face!Got any use for someone to abuse!Go better, would I recluse to puke!You quickly kill and lick them w****s.He has the chills, implores the re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/983758/ This set is: playing with the metric and themes of the haikus (yes I know what a haiku is, its origin and purpose and how it works) and thus, I took myself some liberty on the matter, cheers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/976706/ Red is the ink as the wine coloured blood you and I have,Silver is the moon where I'm trying to find whatever I am looking for,Though I know what it is but the scared boy feeling won't go making a gap,She makes me feel exposed, silver lady, and do things so badly to the core.Then why is that? Follow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/970915/ Once fooled, now former martyr. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/961975/ What type of confession is that? If there's a connection to the outer whatsoever?I grew uncertainty in the branches of my mind."Ho così paura del futuro che non posso cavarmela,vorrei, vorrei, stare nelle braccia di un/a bell@ qualsiasima nel modo sincero sebbene non eterno nemmeno onesto."Is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/958419/ Pffff http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/958417/ "Shame on me well I had the beast you see and if he can take it I can take him home with me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/957491/ “I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.” ―Arthur Rimbaud. The story of Joseph and Lewis; the youth, the 60's, europe, the world, the everything and the nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/957469/ Where is it? Where is the night?-Is hidden beneath gentleness-Bless the poor and whip the bourgeoisStarve the businessclass and redeem pariahs.-I like this weather, it combines with your eyes-Touch, crush, lick and suck all the wealth you are now in charge of, Mr(s) president aka hideous pig top (wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/955780/ The Spanish original is mine and the translation is mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/955249/ Original version in Spanish. The other is a translation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/955247/ Los misterios del sentimiento que confunden y extrañan, se ahogan y regresan. Está en mi garganta, funciona como la marea, viene y va. Y es inconstante, vivo y siento inconstantemente; se entreabre la tierra y vio al sol y el cielo, absurdo.Terriblemente ridículo resulta ser imp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/952846/ Sit and waitThe trees are playing with the wind,Lack of faithSleepness arrives to the eyelid,Is cold and cleanPeople are shadows in the streets,Fog and the sunRemembering warmth in sheets,Motorbikes, cabbies, double-decker buses and lorriesRumours outside and inside, rumours and roarsYellow scarf is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/949441/ Abstracting dullnessIntellectualist boredomWhat did you just say? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/945083/ Isn't it so f*****g boring?OMG shall we leave away?Questioning so much is annoyingWhy not be hip here, stay.Maybe cos we are very postmodernor um say aha, er, aye yessomebody talks a lot to pressnothing but my youth for concernYou are dull, am I dull? Err, okCome here and shag me fat fook. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/945081/ How I was hung in your cherry lips,But then the perfect film was deadNothing remains not even your fists.First surreal, reality meets dreamsLife was about everything, the bed,I loved being hung in your cherry lips.How then suspicious turned your hips,Me and the guitar, you away with Fred,Nothing rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/944779/ Take it easy.Slow down.That’s what everybody saysor so they pretend to care.Hate.What a naive word.Like the brute force of Goliat.Ha, but is so simple that it always works.Yes I hate.Hate, hate, hate.But rather-the gentleman says-is not what drives you as people at first could tell.Frustration.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/801598/ Jacobo was driving at quite some speed, he was late and aunt Martina would be quite angry.-Aren’t you like driving very fast? -Asked Jessica worried-I mean is just a…--Shut up, you clearly have no idea what are you talking about.--But you’re going to crash, I’m sure about it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/793481/ Is the rhythm of the lights the movement the sound and the echoes,behind a glass;like going back, in, time.Your so-called, or maybe wished, lover’s voice heardbehind the depth of golden wires.Again and again we like to slip around town,but is so far from home! Yet it feels like one.And you see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/793203/ there was once this little boywho loved the sun by farrunning, laughing,playing and livingcos he liked the boysharing memories and thoughts to a far away beingBut darkness filled the boy's souland there's no cure for itand certainly it wasn't the sun's problemso everything fell apartAnd so the stars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/736860/ Oh he was a brave chap!Never saying no to a fightAnd defeat is never an optionIt never was.Johnny O'Shea all day on the streetskiking cans and playing football was his lifeMum never card about him oh nowas too busy with the abusive stepdad.And he used to see all the men at the pubafter the factory w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/712863/ Brett was sure that he was an heterosexual male, yet something inside him ached deeply when, in the soberty and solitude moments, he thought certaing things on certain people.In those moments of intense feelings he used to push his mind harder.And then he remembered.The first 2 things that caught hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/710174/ The sun is shinning upon and is burning your skin, the heat is also blurring your vision, is terrible the dryness of the mouth and the dizzyness of the mind won't let you think.The dirt inside your nails and the burnt hands over your naked legs and on your feet pigs are passing in front of you, grun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/705448/ Thus by love I dieShall you solo killerOr will you share hate? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/700494/ I woke up from a dream last nightmy hands holding each other between my tightsthe noise of the radio in my back.It was about when life was easybut then we started to go nowhere fastthe voice of a generation high and loudbut so dull, empty and dry.A lonely ghost accompains me all the timeis the cast .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/700485/ Come to me motherThe eyes of beloved sonWait for proof of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/700483/ AN in my mindBlue eyes and magical voiceThe hips drive me blind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/700477/ Kind, 4 letter wordInhalate me quickly girlYou don't wanna die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/700474/ My dad has a gunI crushed my soul with itWide I swallowed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/700455/ Terribly fey boyOh what have you done to me?You drive me hell mad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/700452/ Take a ride with me a promised land of dreams that are wildwouldn't it be lovely if the sun shined forever? In a car coming from the northcaring neighbours slipping guns under our trousersand we didn't know... Is paradise lost. And all the Capones gang killing among them against .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/699847/ Don't know what the hellis going on in my headI am not in here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/692073/ “The only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage”-Chuck Palahniuk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/692069/ I want to eat the entire world, not only a part of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/685671/ I remember the other day when pills were at the top of their effects so the world was in a slow down and seeemed like a peaceful yet boring place to be in; thinking of those chances and the "what if..." game which is among the favourites for those times of leisure and for the people who live out of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/685653/ I sat on Solitude Hill the other dayand the sky just in front of my noseif knowledge was so easy to get grip ofOnce upon a time there was a guy called Jean Paulhe told me stories and opinionsthat made me cryAnd then the other dayyoung man Sören and I took a rideby the motorway to Meaninghe let .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/684872/ Look it throughIs big, is strong, is youMirror that reflectsBecause so we are. Man, manhood, manliness.Fighting in the streets(For what's wrong, what's right)Drinking at the pubs(Because we can, we can)Flirting with the birds(Just cause they got me blind)Dreaming right and high. This is me, this is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/683904/ In the dead idols cementerydust covering crashed airplanes.Wandering through a nothing.         Going nowhere. And there he wasleaving flowers for Aladdin's mind.I passed him andour cigarrettes' smoke made a dance. Streets grew wider and wider;people, nar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/683903/ My little girlShe found her lover the other day. And then a car crashedAccident! Accident! Those ferrets polluted my brainMeanwhile, in love gardenMy little girl went to play. His hips make me meltWith the flute voice casted a spell.Hammelin never made senseUnlike him,whose blue eyes crashed my eart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/683775/ Is answer    Is choice       God spilled                bloodover brains   heart n' soul           &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/683771/ I wanna die and I will anytime.anywhere               soon. Is this an honest desireor just pretentious angstcoming from my bones? Failure, ugly, stupid            .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edwards_Anderson/683768/