http://slow.writerscafe.org/FinnWatson The original writings of author Sane Betwixt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011714 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Now is a good time to eat an apple and go to bed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1926066/ Turning with the gears of some omnipotent machineWaking up with the fear that you've woke up inside a dreamI feel like the devil chained in ice beyond the styxThe fact I don't exist has got to be my greatest trickDo you want to fake itDon't you think it looks so goodDo you want to fake itI know that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1925715/ When will I ever learnThat it's none of my concernThat I can let it burnThat I can let it burnAm I alone in paradiseHas paradise been lostDo you want to make a dealI'll tell you what it costsIt costs a lot of shitAnd It costs a lot of painBut it's goodAnd I can't complain  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1925102/ Ble dee da da re de bleSomethings going on manI don't know what it is manShaking hands manSweaty palms manGot to go manGot to go man  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1924468/ Where should I beginI don’t know where to startAll I’ve ever wanted Is to have a broken heartMaybe it’s my luck It’s just the cards I have been dealtWho am I to judge when I Don’t even know myselfWho .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1924313/ Come now coy sleep and close my bleary eyes. Make me forget with subtle dreaming, My slow decline and sad demise. Blanket all my thoughts in feeling, And lead me to that pure oblivion. Cure me of this cruel disease,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1923357/ I dream of a love as intense as the sun, So bright that it sets my tear ductsa’flowing. Heat that would leave me bewildered andstunned, Light to facilitate living and growing.A love that would put it all in perspective,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1922691/ When thine own selfish hand has stayed love And self-imposed famine has taken its toll Starving and coveting the stars up above Tired green eyes weary gates to the soul Bereft of ambition consumed by desire&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1922649/ Walking along singing sad songsCrumpled like a note in someone’s pocketSmoking cheap cigarettes dressed inRed here she comes all dressed inBlack exploiting prostitutes in Ukrainian that’s probably true But the few who stood vacant I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1922018/ When despair doth rear its ugly head,And the soul, like the sun,Behind a dark cloud has fled.And you think to yourself: “No more, I am done!”Trust not what you think, in times such asthese,When by your own stay all joy is denied,Replaced by lam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1921899/ Manikin, manikin why do you weep?You must be tired if you never sleep.Your skin is as white as the pure driven snow,But cold to the touch as a porcelain doll.Manikin, manikin let's go to bed.Are you detachable? Give me your head.Manikin, manikin wont say a word,If only you could he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1920939/ What do you treasure? What do you treasure?Do you believe in love without measure?Is it there in the lines of some feverishletterAddressed to the soul and returned to thesender?Is it in drunken nights full of chaos andlaughter?When you’re as high as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1920874/ Understand your painAnd from it find releaseObserve your worried brainAnd perhaps discover peace   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1920487/ The walls are melting in this place.I don’t know where it is I am or why I’mhere,There’s makeup running down her face,And she looks incredibly sincere.  In a dream it all makes sense,I hear them talking in my sleep.By the day it&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1920276/ When I look in the mirrorAt grey reflectionsI shiverAnd ask myself questions.         http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1919841/ Dear comedian, I hope this letter finds youwell.It is in good humour that I write to you,For I know you see the comedy in hell,As I do too. You make out our darkest days to beA parody of human natureOpening our eyes to seeH.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1919745/ Of three heads, but by one intent possessed,The Cerberus, fruit of the loins of motherOf monsters Echidna, whose restWith the awful Typhon birthed countlessother Abominations, controls the third circle.Torturing those poor souls whose sinOn eart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1919690/ Lost in the miasma Like a flatfish in the sandHidden from disasterI observe the plight of manPaying close attention To his contradictory waysHe has the best intentionsUntil his eyes begin to glaze Transfixed by some desire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1918953/ Ah, hung over again and in painEchoes of last night’s mad laughter Strumming guitar round Tesco Albert hallHorrifying late night shoppers with jazzbluesBut our money was good enough to getwrecked onCheep beer and wine we finished the vodkaearly Too far gone to see the intricatechessboa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1918654/ To what do I owe this hopeless pleasure?Yellow and striped with insanityForlorn and doomed to rot for eternityAnd time just sits and laughs its a*s offWe dance around it like mothsDriven to seek the flame of extinction   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1918512/ No more will we hear theSweet songs of thebardFor he is depressedAshamed of his speciesWith his head in his handsHis skull mocks him eyelessAnd empty he stagnatesPoisoned by figs of death      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1918326/ Oh Pablo! Where art thou?My dog of divine light?!Do you confound the hounds of hellWith diabolical delight?Fraught with true despair,Kind many know too well.The emptiness rings throughThe soul as clearly as a bell. Though once you howled above it all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1917484/ Little ashen cloud,Where do you take your sleep?When all the bells ring out,And the chimneysweepers weep.Little ashen cloud,When will you ever learn?The turning of this world,Is not of your concern.    http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1917435/ In your head, it’s all in your head.Your brain contains all there is andEver was and it will vanish when you're dead!Like castles made of sand. We can observe the death of the universeIn the demise of any man, woman, or child,And record the impac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1916717/ How can I with words describe The profundity of life?That worm and man crawl side by side,Towards the reapers scythe!  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1916217/ See the hawk it’s pocket carriesHigh above the yawning valleyAnd the leaf that it enchantsTo take up disembodied dance  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1916123/ Little bird, the songs I have heardThe songs that you sing in the nightWithout a word, my soul you have stirredAnd filled to the brim with delight  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1915806/ The short version http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1915103/ Written hungover on a bus back from Glasgow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FinnWatson/1914879/