http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pimpofnarnia The original writings of author Daniel88Batson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776081026 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Trip, fall, roll on beached beddingAnd sink our sandy converse On the crashing waves.Blue eyes hold the ocean,This is where our seas collide. x http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1049098/ Underground,With nothing but a bouquetAnd a daydream.Testosterone confidesIn the iron core of their world.Shadows dance for themAs paternity lingers over the shoulder,Failing to protect a feeble egoFrom primitive pick up lines. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1049096/ Skip across the floor.I see stars; A body carves narrative in the flames.Sleep with sirens,Make love to my shame.Then like the artist,Forget your own face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1049089/ 100 feet up, Capillary sews herself shutThen undresses for the moons.Bluebirds, show her wings, her pathHer jump. Capillary lays bleedingMelted wax and all.But love is the journey, the opaque eye,The fatal fall.Star crossed, fucked, and broken boned;Forever at last.They lay motionlessAs society.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1049087/ Cementour sky from shooting stars, Pollute the night, it’s moonlight players.Give me faith in crippling distaste; I need yourHelp to find my place. Breath meIn with all my sin. Embrace this restless,Turning sleep; dreams anarchy,The nightmares bliss. It’s me… Reall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1043408/ The north star signals direction from these shores,Leaving my better half beached and dry.Setting off with Kevlar sails,You hold pockets full of blistered dreams in belated irony.We lay on bodies of those who fell a phrase previous,Refusing to leave with their better half.Missing the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1043405/ Tosee the worldThrough infant eyes,All prayers answeredIn a glucose prize.In the starsAnd fancy dress,I believe,We still obsess.Yes, we retain childish laughter,Whilst we perfect offensive jokes:You poo-head, you toilet face,Go blow yourself until you choke!But the problem .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1043402/ He keeps the sunrise in his closetThe sunset on a pedestal, And sex under the bedBy his diary.An Oedipal hero with a beetle on his back.He’ll outrun his bloodlineAs raven’s clip our ankles.A man with no horizon,Nor the hope to fly.Old men don’t fear death if t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1043400/ Intense. Too shy to say ‘I Love You’.Lavender and Tulips, tooOrganised my thoughts. When in fact your coloursViolate my vision. Ruby reds and ballistic blue,Everlasting thorns for me and you. Hoping,Yes pleading, that forget me not’s were true. The blossomyours, the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1043390/ I touch myself when I know you hurt,Then beat myself black and blueUntil my blood bleeds a blistered yellowAnd my backbone blindly claps for your sorry existence.So cry me those prophetic tears,Startle in your apathetic fears,I’m dreaming of a world where you appease my sexual ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pimpofnarnia/1043387/