http://slow.writerscafe.org/sageflames The original writings of author sageflames en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062087 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I do not apologize for the hairs that rise on the back of my neckafter you unapologetically share your vile opinionson how a woman should dressand no I am not sorry for my posture and lack of composurewhenever my favorite song comes onthe static electricity that vibrates off my bodywith every moveme.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sageflames/1963097/ victim, my victimyou lose some, I win someI pain you for pleasurethe tears that I measurein a cup made of glassI shatter your pastcreating future of doomfor your heart to consumeit is I,your depressionI lessen your lessonsthe ones that you've learnedfrom the experiences you've earned http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sageflames/1961750/ as I flip the tarot over to reveal my destinythe high priestess winks at meand in that very instant,I was sucked into the realm of tarots     "my dear, ive waited centuries for you to return      see, my glory fades as yours has risen.  &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sageflames/1961736/ you are the recordplaced onto the turntablethe soft, crisp cackleabove the silencebefore the musicyou are the perfect placementthe needle that begins every song-ends every last wordyou are the sound wavesforming a dancer out of meyou are the flipping of the discand the perfect placementof the beginn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sageflames/1961709/ I pity those who have never jotted down a perfect wordI mourn the loss of thoughts, words, stories,ideas that solely live in the wind nowI yearn for visuals of thoughts like mine-a record of time in spacea word that always says'you are not alone''we are never alone'I am the musicianmy pen, my instru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sageflames/1961708/ is the air I breathe recycled air of my ancestors?is every first breath of life new-or something borrowed from the dead?how old is the air i breathe?do I take in light years or seconds?particles of death and life intertwiningforming the ghost I never seethe chill I feelthe hero of my day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sageflames/1961698/