http://slow.writerscafe.org/hbirns8 The original writings of author HB en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033583 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Have this problem, not sure I can explain't.Stuff writhing up all inside of me, just barely contain'd.Doc says "Depression!Just Anger without Enthusiasm.Go ahead!Why don't you?Cross that emotional Chasm.Wish I could.Wish I would.Wish I knew how to forget.Or maybe remember? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/1168483/ My soul is leaking.Leaving behind an oily residue.Like a car, I hemorrhage my life’s fuel.Already tepid, I am rapidly falling to(o)cool.My engine sputters.I have flooded it with too much,And it cannot find a spark. I watch, as silver liquid seeps around m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/705788/ The sudden, multi-catalystic visionsofYour wishing.All you asked forAll you wantedAll you craved.I am it.I am that.I am this.You do not like my formAndYou do not like my face.Maybe you should have vacationed from the narcissistic visionsDangling dangerous in your bathroom,Vicariously burning through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/704463/ Nowhere to sleepSo tired I could weep.Nodding chin, nodding chinDon’t give in, don’t give in.Feel them crawling up your skin.Don’t give in. Don’t give in.Feel them crawling, nowhere to hide.Feel them climbing up and down your side.Slowly, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/704440/ Focus on the fish.The little creatures so contented with simplicity.Eating, not yet eaten, they do not question once, their fate.Only search out each next step for daily life.Maybe you could put your head within their tank,Wash out your drowning senselessbilities and thoughts.Take off a couple layer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/703934/ Taste of my fleshDrink of my soul.Become as I.Craven.Immoral.Seared by need--Eat of me,Take of my want! I shall fill you.Bloated.Corpustulent.You shall be bursting.Engorged.Swollen with it.! Limned by the desire.Confined by the lu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/702942/ "Hammer Horror" ;P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/702918/ These thoughts are chasingThrough my dark-embrightened hazing of a brain.Swift fleeting moments where all I think about is you. Fleeting glances in the daylight are the times we getto touch,Entreating dancers making  merryThrough long distances. I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/702907/ I was feeling like a little Spring poetry couldn't hurt. ^.^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/701015/ He stole all my ethicsJuiced 'em right out my system--Which is probably why I just leaned in and kissed ‘im. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/700051/ In endless suffocating patternsThat lance across us dailyForcing us to give submissionFrom un-acceptable to gaiety. Conformance to our locked-in rotesLocked down to a single simple synchronization.Is this the way to truly live,The society we choose to live in?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/700011/ Contest Poem, "Wedding Bananza". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699351/ Thewhispered sweet & sour taste,        of smoky bottled kiss.The perfect feel of silken flowing        drifts upon our lips.A tingle, smooth and sliding feel       .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699345/ A little bit of horror. ^.^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699343/ Ablow    to the mouth.A shout    of words.A moment    of silent intake.Enough.    to wonderWhat it was?    that caused this,Big mistake.Oct 23,2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699341/ I weep and rage and want to fixa pain I did not cause,And rip wide into stupid men,with sharpened deadly claws.Some stuck from fear, and some from painand some just in denial,For those I search, for those I reach,and go the extra mile.Oct 7, 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699337/ Letme lean into your hair and breathe in your warm, clean scent.Tackle me with tickling fingers, knock me over, make me squirm.I'll nibble on your neck a bit, and make a dirty joke.You'll drag me up and down the block, till we've searched out every coffeeshop, and reading nook, and wei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699331/ A bit of adult angsty poetry I wrote when I was particularly annoyed at a boy one evening... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699330/ Scruffyand unkempt,The manic look of someone who's stayed up 36 hours.Still drove 10 hours for a bunch of strangers.Had no idea what you were getting into.A chance greeting of "Hello New Friend!",The taking of an empty seat.You had never cracked a bullwhip--I know, 'cause you confe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699311/ Contest Entry: National Animal Preservation Writing Contest. March 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/699032/ Spectacles slipped into themine-shaft of mine own thoughts.What was I doing leaning so far over, looking down the mirror?To dig them out again, is to reach into my innermost and cry with vengeancesoughtafter fallen imagery.A downy trap to trip me,crawling,to the bottom of The Wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/698849/ A collaborative piece with another artist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/698847/ When I read, I speak,And when I speak, I readWords rolling off my eyes,Filling my tongue full of free--Style rhyming and rhythm.The canons of thought rolling out with a boom.Pachelbel changing your direction of flowThrough some Perverse, Obscure, RehearsalSuddenly Reversed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/698846/ To write with tongue in pen,Saliva dripping ink.The heady-remembered sensationOf flavors long forgotten.Sifted with fingers floured,Arms limp from kneadingTo have them Penned to perfect succulence.Until they are coined to smooth and creamy texture.The rich-written smell of impa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/697014/ Thewhisper-swift flick of her words disturbs me.I am that which she wants, desires and craves. Begs me so subtly and so sweet--To be the thing, the gift, the pleasurethat should lie there at her feet.But though I hear her tempting,Salacious little cries,I cannot help but wonder.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/697009/ Open wide the doors of your arms,Knob-hands turning with a long-lost key.Raise the sash of your windowed eyes,Fluttering lash-curtains hiding you from me.I wantFrom your hands, comfort.Rough-gliding touch chasing demons on my skin.From your eyes, truth.Deep-buried wisdom found .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/697007/ I after-taste like french fries,I here-now taste like gumAll minty-fresh and sparkling,Going plip-plop on my tongue.The fries were nice and hot,With a crispy outer skin.The burned my mouth a lot,But I kept shoveling 'em right on in!Now my tongue it kind of hates me,And my mouth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/689736/ Little bitty, battered bodies,all broken and beat up.Slathered in a spicy soy sauce,tiny shrimplings I eat up.Fast and fresh and greasy too,fried and hot and sticky!They take three minutes just to make,till I crunch them little bitty!Oct 7, 2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/689732/ I stood next to this guy, today         And had to give him props.'Cause when I farted next to him,         He didn't call the cops.My death-by-smell he did ignore,       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/689722/ Sliding fingers over alabastershafts,Crevices and nooks catching at delving digitsAs they seek between the bloody flaps ofRemov-ed meat.For before the bones the meat.And before the meat the scalpel,Running liquid through the tendrilsWith its clever carv-ed lines in the Succul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hbirns8/689173/