http://slow.writerscafe.org/Angiesalterego The original writings of author Phalen Schuyler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342705 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  No one cares about what you writeYour writing is just a crazed infatuationBrought about by bouts of angerThe paper in front of you is a blank reflection ofwhat you areRip her to shredsThrow in the rubbish binSplashThey're good at bringing about tearsSo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/2050015/ If you look backwards,You’ll find rigid bones,A ring of thrown ragged stonesThe aftermath of “The Lottery”Contusions on our coresTattered flags, flotsamDerelicts and reeking recollectionsYou’ll find that the wind never sleeps,Soaking through and digging in deepSeeping through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/2047478/ Walked, and I walkedOn a white-brick road, sun-burned with ageStalked my sanity, but I lost her somewhere around townPassed a forest of trees bowed down with memories andBlackened Cajun leavesWe talked, we talkedAnd I didn’t meddle with his mind, noI didn’t meddle with his mindNo, not th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/1786076/ I don't usually write like this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/1705902/ I spent, A sick amount of years in a circus tentPrancing and dancing with the wise old elephantsSearing sleep, digging in deepJabbing elbows and slapping the past back, the futureForward and beyond inception, swimming underneath reasonManeuvering above the menace of loveThen I met th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/1509138/ Noisy securityThat’s not love, you knowWhen the poised flounce about and hold their heads up highBarbed wire silenceBowed down, deformed lumberingScissor-shorn paper dollsRag shawls airborne in the windThat’s just love, you know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/1509117/ I like to say that you went crazyBecause I just can’t condense all the catastrophe of youI am one to hold a grudgeSo I just don’t tell them all the truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/1488732/ I barely remember myselfWhistling is like dancing, Shrieking is the new highI’d like to say I’m breaking evenCold cut clean with the other sideAnd I would love for lunacy to be my callingBut I’m afraid I have too much on my mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/1488731/ Your stutters are flapping like shuttersAnd my doppelganger is slipping,Falling off the ceiling, hitting, flippingon the fan whirring, vendorremarkable splendor of lifeyou’re calling, intriguing all insightsall in for timeBut I’m not stopping; I’m not stalling for life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Angiesalterego/1488730/