http://slow.writerscafe.org/olis The original writings of author on purpose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004786 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 its on the tip of my toungeits in every single breathespeeding through my lungsi am beyond all the rest its like i take the backseati watch myself competefor his attention i go to faras a drinker goes to his barthis train has its tracks  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/721712/ life i call it colour i touch,death i call it all too much,so black and white is not my type,i do now gain the nerve to fight. i do fight for love,i do fight for life,to live to love,the life in the fight.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/721685/ The chrome bell bangs,The dark cloud rains,The cold grime follows,The small bird swallows. The green leaves drop,And the black ones stop,The somkey fog thickens, The drunk man sickens. The slow wind does pull,The glowing moon is full,The bleeding lauging joker,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/717155/ sometimes i feel like the autumn leaves,no where to go and nothing to ahieve,ever so quietly flaping though my life,its got such a hold on me, im not alright. i dont wish to talk to some one,they only seem make me madder,the only thing i want to to is,stop myself from gettin any.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/714119/ This poem is about a hyperthetical wooden rowing boat that can take you places that you've never been before, but then again these places feel like home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/713307/ This feeling that i've felt before, its like jumping of a building,its fun to get the fall and all,but dont forget your sheilding. Lonely in love you are when protected,and although the fall sounds a thrill,we do not wish to be rejected,we really do not wish to be killed.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/713299/ the greatest fearof an imortal is losing love, could be a cleshae,but i think its beautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/712705/ What I aspire to learn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/olis/712059/