http://slow.writerscafe.org/wearejareth The original writings of author wearejareth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053279 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I rememberTugging on your sleeveWhen it was likeTugging on the oceanImpossible to change the tidesUnless i was your moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/2010195/ Your body is just an accessoryTo a universal mouthVillages in your cheek Physics on your tongueWhite square starsPull apart realityWhen you open your lipsThe horizon opens tooAnd at the far reaches of the cosmosLay your wisdom teethI didn’t know what I was getting intoWhen I kissed the entire .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/2010192/ Went walkingAnd the telephone pole wiresSwung down in front of meA curtain thatGave me privacy after lifeSpat sparks into my hairJumped by thick, black cablesFor only the second time since leaving the nestBirds fall from their perchDropped deadLike gum on asphaltNo chalk outlineNo memorial Just a on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/2008128/ The languid cigarette you chose to suck onInstead of the silver spoonTells me everything there is to know about youI am suspended in its gutsThe throes of chemical lace that caught meMaybe forever, because we’ve both hated before http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1988343/ my head is the skin of a fruitthat hides the sick mushof what my brain’s becomei’d like to peel it all awaykill it all awayleaving you the fresh rindsand rotten tangerinesand all of itso i can find another identity in the orchards that we walk through http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1982709/ I step into the night for the first time in my lifeAnd waste the moments trying to keep themBecause there’s only so much time can give usBefore we’ve taken all of itIt’s the hand that feeds usBut soon we grow tired of what it has to offerThen we bite it wanting something newThe han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1982641/ believe it or not i’d like to be the casanova just once in my goddamn lifei’d light myself on fireand dance with the flamesi’d make people believethat gods walk this earth after alli’d f**k my blessings overtill they’re stripped awayand i’d have nothing leftbut th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1981834/ i still find them sometimesthose funny little shapes you put on your tongueand every time i do i think that they are no foreign object to meuntil you let them get to youand then i think that they are invaders without a causetaking you captive for god knows how longso now i flush them out one by oneb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1981796/ i know you don't like poetrybecause it doesn't make sense to youbut so many other things dolike talking or dancing or myselfyou know more about me than i could ever try to knowyou use my brain and heart like clothesand wrap up inside of themi get jealous when you find other wardrobesother hearts and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1980770/ passion seed residue on soft petaled skinleaves me smoldering on the bedyou breathe and set me on fire againletting your words solicit my headthey say "i'm afraid of the aftertaste of love,but I know with you, there will never be one" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1980706/ RitaOutside the rain was falling in disarray and knocking against the window panes in a great panic to get in. I hadn't noticed until a few seconds later that it was actually Will who was in the panic to get in, so I hurried my way to the door and unlocked it. He bustled past me into the safety of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1980078/ "Drink Me" is an LGBT comedy on the situation of an alcoholic falling in love with the bartender. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1980077/ jealousy is like a doll and sometimes the pins just fall inand i know the point of the needlewell enough to want it gonebut we’re as soft as their fabric-pervious- because loveworks no other way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1980069/ Part IThere was no sound when the doors opened before me, meaning they were well used by that of the surgeon Dr. Walter J. Freeman and his many thousands of patients that came in from around the world. But when I did pass through them, I could feel almost everything there could be felt at all, as if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1979730/ when we kiss after we fightwe can feel the sores on our tonguesfrom all the s**t we didn't meanor didbut they'd go away and soon once againwe’d talk into our kisses withfresh new tonguesand words that we meantor didn’t http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1976520/ if help is a god then time is a lambthat we sacrifice for one anotherso you must be a wolf in sheep’s clothinggarbed in the blood of hours and minutesthat aimlessly graze plains of your domaineach move is definitive and experiencedbecause you’ve been doing thisever since we’ve firs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1976517/ and like items from an antique store,we used the words our ancestors haveold molds of others' tonguesand dust we blew off with a breathpraying they stay intact and functionalat least until our death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1976516/ i once almost told you i loved youwhen the lips of a bottle had met mineand mine had met yours,and exclusivity was expelled at the time beingbecause i almost loved those bottle's lipsthose cigarette hitsand quivering witbut now after i've told you,everyone else has fallen awaywhile we twirl eternal .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wearejareth/1976515/