http://slow.writerscafe.org/Falsebooles123 The original writings of author Ryen James en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775982333 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh god I want to be touched so badly. My body aches for it like water in a parched land. The flesh is cold, and sore, and lonely. Begging for caress. I dream of your hands. Specters and Shades. I ask does it matter if it is your fingers, your ephemeral skin that my mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2951989/ As I was driving home I saw in my headlightsA dead cat in the road. I swerved to pass our connection. & As I looked in the rearview mirror. I saw those that followed, follow suit. Your Eyes Gleamed like Topezes, Your Fur a Beautiful Ginger. and as I ran I asked.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2886347/ A Partial Responce to the Gabby Hanna poem 'Sleep' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2876748/ When my Meemaw Passed, I spent the week in my room spinning and sobbingsinging a sad song I had always loved from the radio. Hoping the words and my dizzyness would replace the peach pitthat I had somehow swallowed. When My Mother died, I slumpt against the doorframe of our kitch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2876746/ The gravel crunches beneath my feetwhile the cars cut the air over the way freeThe knife-slit air clambors over the field and finds itself right next to me. It's Growing Dark. Its India Inkand I am a shade in the glooming I past by the fences and the treesThe leaves are cut paper on a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2831197/ Above where a thousand birds flapping and fluttering their wings. the smoke clogged sky had faded into an umbra of peach sorbet and aubergine. so soft you could slice a spoon through it. The glided gayly on a breeze which caressed my cheek like a familiar hand. as I stood on the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2783843/ An essay discussing fandoms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2764142/ A short story set in the Ghost House Universe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2764130/ Clouds, dark and dappled linked themselves in a cold austere blanker, isolating the sun in a single melancholy thought, emotion and beauty, thoughtless and senseless The temperament of nature fell on the shining marks of human expression, giant angular towers, cold without malice, cold though awesom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2764123/ The original rough draft of my novel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2764120/ Bits and Bobs Continued http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2764046/ Lyrics from half written songs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2764036/ A story I began writing in middle school for a friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2763857/ Bits and Bobs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2763850/ This was a satirical fantasy story where people in the far future mistook modern celebrities as our cultures deities. I had some weird ideas as a teenager. This piece was not finished. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2763849/ A theological essay I wrote while bored in church http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2763752/ A review for a game I played when I was a teenager. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2763748/ The Beginning of a story from when I was a kid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2763743/ I find Paradise every nightAs I close my eyesParadise is smallParadise is warmAnd I am at peace.In my Paradise you are thereYou're not You never will beBut in my Paradise you snuggle your pillowI slip between the covers and I feel your warmth next to mine.Paradise is a war.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2119929/ She stared out at the rain falling on the garden beneath. Iwas green and wet. The ideal forms of big round waxy leaves and wet nearlyflowerless of blossoms clover. naked like a used corn bob. She stirred her teaand sipped the Oolong and herbs she had used to made it. She felt power surgethro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2063431/ It always seems to meThat sheIs unavailable.At first it was literalShe was with another. But then it shifted. I gave up my morals, so I thought, to be with her.And she respected my morals to yield. But still she is unavailable. She is unavailable. Som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2063190/ I look at youand I want you.I always want you.Is that weird?I've never done this before.I don't know how to feelbecause I've never felt beforeYou look at me"Do you want me?"I don't know.I can't tellI should kiss youbut we only embrace. Oh dear, I must control my pity.I it that you are cold&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2063177/ Do you ever feel lonely?You know what I mean. People but no one hears you talk. Lonely, you knowThe group talks you speak,But the words go on.The script is cast,But your not in it.Only a word in a margin note.A picture flashes,Are you in it?Yes but in the back Not really seen.Just another face in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2063118/ Love is a Pierian Springit makes me drunk in this loveor perhaps, Lust?this desire,is it companionshipor selfish comfort.it this hunger I feel for the personor for the feeling that this person provides.I am sad in her absence I am gleeful in her presence.part of me hates this thirstthe emotions caus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Falsebooles123/2061017/