http://slow.writerscafe.org/LunacySusurrus The original writings of author Sanctuary Dementia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775724501 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sky’salight with fires of dying emberslightin eternal frustration of mind.Wondrousstories filter through minds todeceivea soul, a devouring mass of legion.Figurestwirl in summer breezes as scentswaftabout enticing one near- no harm to befall. Jo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/787526/ Hit rewind and push play, view your gamein high definition made by tinkering prophets.You’re fighting your hand made war of sticks and stonewith words meant to betray and break a soul.Tire the lines in dripping sweat from the daybringing work frustrations home to play. It&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/782998/ “What you cannot escape, you must fight;what you cannot fight, you must endure.” Who am I, what have I become?Darkness unfolds wings of gray sky to tormentthe present in actions of self disgust- what a fool.Where is the key to unlock that which plaguesa bubble made of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/776832/ Whine the cry to determine the day, scar the rhymesof a story placed on a page. Destruction entity to crucifyone standing strong, what a pity when the day has been so long.Hatred rampant in another faceless account, a fake written onto a page of truthful recount of a history’s past.S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/768058/ A girl kneels on the floor of a public bathroom her head against a wall while replying in  a conversation to an unseen third party outside the stalls.Girl: Im just tired of it, Im tired of the hiding, the inescapable fears that haunt me, ya know? Its sickening trying to live up to everyone el.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/763509/ They said it would be overIn the moment that you did kiss herBut I found it all a blurYour lies self-tormented in artStaring back on the unshelved cartI’m just the fall back, a girl namelessWhispers in the wind, they blessGrain on the table, they poisonDoes this make me pitiles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/763506/ To ruin teas combined with honeyAncient salt fogged the windowI am sand, a hidden surpriseWe call her a hoeAll we demand, to gain nothingTo fall into oblivion Beds cut in hot summer sweatLeather cuffs of broken tormentCookies fractured where candles burntSemi-sweet bluffs ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/763504/ Take me down to swim with the baptized dead.So they say that shes incomplete, a fuckupin the extreme, a dancing revelry of twilight madness?A surface dweller, and shallow swimmer of bloodied poolslaid in rhyme of heartbeat familiars licking putrid wounds.So they say she is a scourge and of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/763353/ Trapped inside of myself, an enigmain disguise of masks placed forth to understand.Walking the road, wishing just once to find a placewhich holds safety from the ever-present formingarmies within my mind, screaming out to whatever gods.No rest for the damned in a land before and after time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/758586/ For Courtney Moise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/758571/ Continuous blackouts on repeat in agonistpresence, protruding worry and fear.Pulse rate on jet rocket fuel burning higher and higherwhile oxygen deprivation dry’s the tunnels well.Calls and texts to check on a woman whose unresponsivewith refusal of paramedic help, speed dial registr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/758542/ Awake but not yet aware of pathfindertaught the right yet they are wrongSpreading wings to fly someday soonglittering under polish cloth blinded.Prophets proclamations profess the sinsfor stardom in keys of moneys doors Treasures on the other side of the pipersundown to str.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/739254/ Dont curse what you dont understand.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/733905/ The walls are blank nightmare plateletsfloating through my mind in amateur sky’s.Only darkness to paint with the ever-presentcolor of the nights children in golden choir cries.Must be wrong of such patterns to thinknay tis but a curse of the wandering mind- she thinks. But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/728712/ Its not one of my best, I never seem to actually be able to express what he means to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/727929/ So caught up within the madness, the people rarely dare to see preferring medias misery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/727417/ This is kind of long... but I had alot to say... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/727292/ The smile dropped as she fingered the knife hiltthe world laughing as she stared wondering why‘Is this the meaning of it all’ she wondered deafto the cries of those so feebly moaning around herOvercast sky, and malignant moon cursing every footstep No sense in self harm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/726363/ Killing with murmurs rampant screamsthrusting forward serpents tounges slimedParkline structures gnawing binderssterilized by dwarf grown underminedSilent human grotesque Expansion of infected tubes of vinesProfiting on rice grains; soured milk lyrics Geographical manifes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/715234/ Insanity lines rambled on within a mind sleep deprived and caffeinated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713949/ The morals of todays world are ultimately cruel, acceptance is difficult to find and is painful at times. 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I cant stand to look at myself, sometimes all I want to do is to cut away all my imperfections..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713218/ Circling bushes time and againHatred whispers from abandoned hallsThe Survivors walked away; yet you remainScreeching at all your unanswered callsContinuously perpetuating your hatredOut of the blue screams are senselessYour existence placed by making a nameWithout work, unlike others .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713216/ Childish games without monetary gainMindless fun for the youths massesYet never viewing the hidden crueltyRacial lines unseen; everyone plays on the grassesMeanwhile hatred for silence is destructiveYoung child playing a simple game of tagBoy cries wolf to the authority figuresInapprop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713215/ Looking into the fractured mirrorStaring into closed empty eyesSeeing nothing shining thereExcept the old broken rusted criesThe leading passageway into open scarsWith the bleeding flood of removing painTugging inward trying to close those doorsAnd leave only the blood flowing in the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713212/ This is and was for Courtney (http://www.writerscafe.org/OliveMistCradle) Ily. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713208/ This was for a friend of mine known as nobody08, or Michael/ Mike. Hes amazing to this day and always will be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713207/ We cannot soar and stay on the groundKilling this silence to mend the nightAlive or dead the skin is peeledSuicidal jumpers from an insane heightThere is no past; nor is there salvationWho is who, and what the hell for?Cannot face the day, cards are downScreaming for more at what&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713204/ In the light of the moon the fireflies come out to play,as little children watch as they sit upon a man-made sleigh.Slowly the fireflies light up the night in a magical dance,though they can never light the night like the moon, it is something they can enhance.The children stare and watch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713200/ This was a poem request by a friend of mine named Higure. Its bsed off the song The Vision by X-Ray Dog so yeah. Anyway,enjoy this little piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713197/ Bought and sold for our personal pricesShot down for others supposed perfect causeWatching this “war” that is continuing onDr. Anger fighting proclaiming to have the cureSemi kind words spun around until only hatred remainsSpelling out velvet tones over a bed of burning coals.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713194/ Borrowed the moment, betrayer of heavensDarkness is thickening as breathing gets harderTaking from others more than you give backActing in anger to tell another fableYou poisoned the ash, as you wish to be one of usFollowed the trail, yet you waste the time awayProtested the trial; the a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713190/ Who will you be? The person underneath the scars and pain or the mask you wear to make others think its alright. Its time for me to keep my mask down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713189/ Primitive times for a primitive peopleAppearances and words are judgedWords made for happiness and joy aloneSuperiority laid down by a grudgeMomentum of hatred for anothers colorFlesh will out in our vast animal kingdomAll united by our founding beginningsYet eternally fighting infer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713177/ World policemen of disorderCrying wolf at simple emotionsReality of time; life is viciousThey carve out hearts to toss into oceansPrinciples of laws written wrongTheir social gain of destroying another’s lifeInterstates beheaded by the dozenHaunting these lives so filled with s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713173/ So often people act and move and are inevitably pawns by a variety of things in this world, whats important is standing up and surviving, because life has no reset button. Its not a game. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713171/ Watching the world and experiencing pain from those who would destroy you is a common occurance in this world, sometimes it takes a simple emotion such as love to give you pause and a sense to fight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/713166/ Another oldie from my stockpile presented once again for your enjoyment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/710193/ Another old piece, a blast from the past if you will, ironically the issues still have far too much meaning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/710179/ This is an older poem of mine, however it was well recieved then, and even more appropriate now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/710160/ Ground is shaking; air has lost controlWaves are breaking over mountains cowlHiding darkness in shifting violence turned charcoalMonsters sleeping now awakening as wolves howlOne step forward and three steps back; eyes are watchingWhat do they see when they look at her?Judging everything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LunacySusurrus/710039/ Sometimes things have to be said.. this.. 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