http://slow.writerscafe.org/ahorse The original writings of author Billy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064737 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i am in need of a better word to describe this. it is no poem. it is more my feelings regarding my recently estranged sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/438888/ "oh no," the supernova isis, "sour apple Jolly Ranchers are stuck to the ice." Our gods will all end in stellar explosions will will will, terraforming soulular focus, terraform the souls themselves! we will all- it begins - exist? (ethical) we will keep this word in a dark corne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/407695/ the sun rises every morning. i am waiting outside your house with my bike. it is like a blue dandelion was just wished on, all the flurries are scurrying around and around my clear head. for once i am at purpose, knowing you are inside drinking your hot cocoa. i can see the steam rising off of it, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/401687/ i sit in the back rowand feel the long green fingers of abstinencetickling my necki finger the chair weaved underneath meand try to unravel it's mysterybut falling to the ground are only my secretslike the folds of dreamand the incense is smothering my thoughts i remain unable.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/390386/ i woke up and went downstairs. i went to the bathroom and found my dad standing at the mirror, shaving his teeth. 'dad...why are you shaving your teeth?' 'well,' he said, 'every time i shave off my mustache, the razor gets a little bit of my lip and my mustache grows back a little thicker on the bot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/370394/ you are so warmsleeping in soundi am in love with everything i see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/302863/ embrace the distortion. let it fall over you. let it drown you.distortion shimmers, wraps itself in you.wear nothing but the sound. let it unravel you till every knot is undone. take a step from atop the silver, bubbling sea. the world is whirring by,i feel much lighter while you are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/294230/ i feel needles in my armsand all over my body, light prickly needlesand i can't keep my eyes closedstaying awake and staring at my armif i close my eyes i feel them comingcoming to take me away to i don't know wheresomewhere frightening but then i hear the bellssuch enchanting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/289982/ The light that bled through cracks in the floor became solid, hanging in the air like fat crystals and illuminating.A spiral rolling into hypnotic nothingness, and light feels its way up and down the walls.The feeling of being wrapped around and around in quiet, until sound is only a far away ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/286887/ Where does beauty come from?From the flowers that grow.We are around it so often we don’t admire her who spins so quietly under our toes. She, who grows around us. I do not know her gender, but that her love is gentle and light. We do not account her lightness of breath, the li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ahorse/265527/ The dark is a sacred place, of quiet reflection. It can be so many things, whether a place to rest, or to hide. The dark is where my love first flowers. This place is shimmering, the wisps of flowers fly their petals up over the crimson tops of trees. 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