http://slow.writerscafe.org/UlyssesS The original writings of author UlyssesS en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215967 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A dystopian novel which intends to dissect the effect of the information has done to humanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/2010048/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/2010047/ Need to get rid of music in my lifeI sit in my room neurtoically addicted to melodiesMy mouth dribbles sugary lyrics in all moments of absenceMind is left vacuous by such a mix of soundHow cool would it be to mentally deranged?Neat for my poems to be stream of conscious garbageLet’s talk about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/2005737/ So much of myself is going to be lost to timeWhen I die in whatever violent fashion I deemed fitOnly the raw essence is going to be left of meGrand poems doting on frivolous notes of my characterSymphonies and marches that are empty voids of recollectionTurned to dust shimmering in the lightAbsence .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1990496/ What happened to the ghosts of the past?They used to populate and engross our ranksSuch idyllic causes holding emblems of oldWorld hung in balance by their ethereal graspSuch were the words and practices of oldWhat is to the beast nowIts churning stomach and empty desiresEyes empty light sockets wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1989816/ I've always turmoiled about my relationship to our patron WarLeeches and parasites preaching woesSo they may suck more marrow from your lifebloodIt grinds all things hell togetherTo even fathom why we bother to justify this infernal practiceBut in the step War is as a malicious deviant devouring our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1985189/ It is a terribly irksome habit of our fellow statesTo harbor poison and deceit in their midstTo allow the false constructs of old standIt defies all conventions that it should stand and mock usA testament to our torn ways, adorned in marigoldPleasant stateside attraction it would seemCome with your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1983479/ Been thinking a lot about what my major should be when it comes to that time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1974668/ Life should be is and must be struggleYou must cherish these strugglesThe aversion of personal conflict is weakness.To live any other way is to put aside humanityOur scars are what make us palatableYou can trace other'sBut you do not know the iron forge that makes themStanding in the centre of the h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1972034/ -The following is a personal diary from the victim, the contents are presented to indicate the state of mind of the victim, the county police do not accept any narration from this document as stipulated fact-Day 9, the Start.I write in this notebook to describe and assert myself in the world. I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1971615/ It bothers me soWhen someone finds it necessary to yell out poetryWhen they scream such a velvet lineWhen they grind and mash a ginger thoughtWhen the love so profound is turned to ashesAshes in the great cyclone of the soulFlames whipping and consuming You see that lonesome figure in the middl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1970285/ Fey is used the scottish vernacular, meaning doomed to die http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1965843/ Strange in how in great times of turmoilOne can not find a place without opinionWithout a mitigated stance crashing over youThe blunt force of shell shocked agressions bouncing acrossStrange is the reactionary instinct found so prominent in a democracyOdd on how quiet we were on these oppositions un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1964091/ The universe is not infiniteIt is indisputably expansiveBut it stops eventually.Across the great chasams of nothingess, it endsThe depths of corrouded spirits and cannibal starsTo the very end of mortality.It all comes to a closeIt will be when the humans have discovered most everythingEvery single .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1962648/ My dad likes talking about dying a lot. What to do when he's struck with rigor mortis. When the failed flesh topples over the hulking beast of the body he lumbers about. When he's commemorated in whatever fashion we see fit, not really what he wanted, going out like this, but how we settled it. Of c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1955519/ I keep those hills piled highEver so impartial to the ongoingsWith the soft touch of nature on the surfaceAnd my rocky turmoil underneathI think I'm going to miss youSitting here with meIn the migraine yellow meadowWishing for my strained music to seep throughWe would tell each other our book l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1954920/ If you have a particular fear of spiders, you might do better with a different poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1953403/ "Mere anarchy"It's a line that stays with me quite frequentlyIn melancholy daydreamsIt's from one of those classic poemsDid you know that?One of those you read in English classGives you a small taste of what it is to improve your mindIt's a famous poem for sureWe use it a lot, and we all know itA lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1952682/ Not sure what genre this is, it felt nice to write though http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1951936/ Who do you think carries out the bodies?of those people who leave their housesThat have a pair of shoes by the doorWallet on the nightstandBooks left half unfinished through some sort of apathyWho do you think takes those bodies away?When the man left aloneSpreads his sickly sweet smell across the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1950129/ Enjoyed making this one a lot, would be great to hear constructive comments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1949182/ He let out a laugh, unexplained to mostHe laughed because surely it was a mockeryHe laughed because they must be mocking him and themselvesHe laughed because there was no other explanationLaughed because they must be puppets without stringsFor when every single man and woman leftHas seemingly has lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1948423/ I'm always keeping my distance from peopleI think from some irrational fear that they'll trip and run into meand just when bump into meI'll ring hollowThat my skin is the only layer to myselfand I'll disappear forever, finally ridden of my woesThat I betrayed myself one too many timesThat I've flaye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1948090/ I get those shocks of terror sometimesThat my mind slipped through my fingersThrough clenched wired fingers i let it seep awayTin man hammered hollowPulled myself apartheaving empty on some hilltopThe ground beneath me rusting awayLooking through some vacuous glaze in burnt pilot lightsCasting light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1943229/ Something more experimental, mostly looking for criticisms on this one, it's a bit more rough around the edges than most of the others I post http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1941732/ I'm not sure what I remembered the most from that nightIf it was the manRaging and screaming outside the houseThe smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafting off of himConcatenated into some abhorrent taste of regretIt stuck to him as a sick acidblighting his mindMade him heavy in heart and in handHis s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1941411/ Voices carried through the wallsIt curdles my statureand dulls my mindas a longing pang of guilt seeps through my bonesI remember when I was a part of these wallsHarbingers of the local communityA begrudging part of our lifeNow I sit here a spectareAlone and wastingShallow thoughts and desires make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1941107/ I hope it's more uplifting than depressing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1940228/ A slightly dark poem, please do not read if you're having a good day :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1940019/ left alone in the daily clutterall of me both everywhere and nowhereI see the memories in all of itbut i don't see me, i don't see what i believe is meYou keep me pleading for airalways leaving me faded and chilledI took myself out of my life for youand now i'm sitting here with my tattered selfaski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/UlyssesS/1939841/