http://slow.writerscafe.org/Edison The original writings of author Edizen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992388 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm breathing cigarettes, and blowing smoke like a dragon,Because things keep weighing heavy on the mind.Throwing back whiskey, intentionally trying to get dazed,It gives the right kind of feeling I need to think about the good old days,When we stayed up all night just to talk about nonsense,And lau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edison/2073149/ Why should we move,Only based on what you say?Best to not delay,Karma's gonna come around soon,Is maybe what we pray,Waiting for the day,We will see the fall of you, who,Make it so hard to love you,And how could you?Make it a war, to get to your heart?This time I thought,Maybe it was different.I sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edison/2072676/ When I'm with you, the world is so bright,And when I'm with you, it's almost possible to touch light.There are so many ways just to say what I mean,They don't make much sense but they show how I feel.With you, everything is just okay.I feel your fiery passion, in my marshmallow heart,It's oh so swee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edison/2056112/ Stormy words can break your body down,They hurt the heart, the mind, the soul and puts you on the ground.They breed a need to be right so great it blinds you when you're wrong,They never give warning so you can brace for what's to come,And leaves you only to regret when its all been said and done.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edison/2055828/ Lay me down in the river where the blood becomes undressed.Sing me songs of home to quell my fears and my unrest.Pull me closer to you now, close enough that I may hear,Every word, from your heart, every word.I feel the toll of my sins as they turn my body cold.Leaving you unfairly here, without a h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edison/2053703/ Boom, boom, boom, boom.....My drumming heartbeat in my ear, pitched above my heavy breathing.The leaves of autumn rustling before mine eyes,As if to make way for my weary feet that moves in search of your house.And the hand that knocks on the doors to you, trembles in anticipation of all I want to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Edison/2053586/