http://slow.writerscafe.org/nosaed The original writings of author Lee W. Deason en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003241 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've got confusion in my illusionist type thinking, bearing the weight of the unfair sun.So tell me why is there a table with my name on the top with instruments, intriguing me.So slow, so soft falling for the impression you want me to be.I cut it out again and again but it comes back like a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/356330/ Suddenly I feel stiff from the conversation, with the phone between us.Because I realized that I made bad call, and now your paying the bill.And it's price you should never have to pay. For being with a smart man who's made mistakes.Who knows how to show you how smart, sweet, and beautiful you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/344193/ I need to fix the problem between my fingers.The space between my fear and my cure.I feel detached and insecure with it nearer.Catching my head in spins wondering if everything's...Okay...Simply because I love the way you smile at me.So valuable, so beautiful, so let me know.What i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/343149/ Hey I think I know, what you came for.Why you needed to get in, the front door in a rush.Listen just hush, don't you feel the rush? Catching up to you.If not yet then soon you'll be getting it, regretting it.Again we go, to the storytellers home. To live it out loud.We will leave, reborn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/339988/ Flicker, stutter shake... in the street I awake.In a drift there's too much sand to see. And the air is too weak to breath.I dream of the fire for it all, smiling. Holding my teeth back with pain.It flickers stutters and shakes.Secular grass and artificial nature in place.Outside the doo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/338725/ I got caught, by a photo look'n me in the eye.Pull'n me in, pulling me out of the straight line.Where in dark nights romance is sold out and off.I got caught up in, probability of time again.Cause I'm seeing too much in the outline.So looked her in the eye an' said."Don't you go spitti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/338720/ If I could ask you a question or two, would you listen?Say why don't you stop thinking for someone else (for you).Say why don't you try to think about someone for their sake.It's slightly too shallow for my feet, or to say friend (complete).Little sections keep blurring the hard line. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/336686/ Temperature failed to keep my hands steady, so I've gotta turn back time.Get me closer to the sun, before It get's too dark to see the details.Strap myself to a rocket, just to escape. Neglect the preset.Too bad I'm a filter to a cigarette for the habit. I think I've had it.Enough of not h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/332698/ Take the words "deluge" and "mania". Now mix em. That's how ya say it. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/329727/ Let me lick the luster of your soul baby.Just talk a little more for me, so I can smile.Mainline that fever, so I may blister and laugh.Love me like I'm the perfect craft, to use.But I'm a red light on the second line, hold on.Talkin' bout in the way, every day, trippen' you up the steps... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/327671/ Repair the lacerations on my fingers. Cut cause I'm tryin to hold on.To more than cheap dreams and fantasies, but vendettas don't die.When we sleep, let it reiterate (It's your choice to make.)When this comes to a halt I'll shake you and wake you, I'll rescue you.Last thing I remember I wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/326449/ I say to myself, look at the mess you've made.All just because there is a fear of resembling.The man I know and once had to listen to.Because he was marking wicked signs on my face.Now they're scares, cuts and bruises. Healing slow.Still even if the touch is good they hurt.Even when I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/324657/ Assistant please give me a life to shove into motion, like it not.I won't take it anywhere, I won't give it anything.I'll look up and admire the razor blade lines.That she left on the mirror, I'll watch them spell out the day.I can't see my feet.I don't like it, it freaks me out.I can'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/323213/ Cut scene to a dark doorway in the bedroom.Where I stand with my hands on my head.Cause I'm fine and I don't need this s**t, this tick.In my neck, a crick in my step, an' I utter a sound of regret.(I'm thinking) I can't even fall down to die for the night, in suicide.This shouldn't be so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/322420/ Don't let it come off the wrong the wrong way when you read this. This is not a confession of how cheap a man is or anything like that. It's a confession of how much I hide my hurt from my lover who is over 1,000 miles away because I want her to smile not http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/322073/ O no let it go. You could of kept your big mouth shut.From f****n up with talking about whats already over.So just be a push over and let it stem, cause it goes down smoother.When your keepin your hand on your mouth.With a straight face and casual positions.She said that "There's a dif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/321084/ Excuse me beautiful but can't you see the grass is growin.And we're not getting any younger. Just please let me walk.Around the world cause I just wanna talk about life tonight.But it's cruel when you know there's only bad expressions.To love who I want to love.Just please tell me it's o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/319276/ Thank God for the good time.It was nice to relax for once.Like the ice can't melt off now.In the face of bad timing.Like it's a setup.He said "I'm tired of watchin' this bad movie."She said "Too bad it couldn't be better."So I grab the nearest bottle of somethin' hard.And shout let.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/318872/ In a long time spent with eyes open.Discovery came with an old question. One the moon will lay over time and time.It's not out of date, or too late.Yet I am not worried about today.Cause I'm here.I'm not gonna ask about tomorrow.Cause it'll come.Your supposed to speculate and state.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/316391/ I couldn't ask for more of a perfect way.To say say I am cutting my self off.From putting my first up to fight.For a breath, light or silence within.Cause it's too hard looking at you... like your a criminal.To say your line in the sand has been crossed.Cause now I'd watch a crucifixio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/316320/ There is another void published front page.Let's just put up a sign and remember it.Like a historical marker, of when the weather went bad. Simply too sad for sun to shine through.With capital burning a hole in my pants.That don't even fit the same in the first place. Let m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/314380/ You made a mistake again.You opened up your mouth.Taking both sides of a sinking ship.Like you could save it, with excuses.Cause its far away from the island.Where the uniform awaits the morning sight.To choke you up, from head to toe.And for the second time in a row.You've made a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/310410/ Help me out. I've felt the vacuum.Talking with a tangible sense of no class.Welcoming the raging silence it's raising.Still facing the West screaming to the East.Don't talk to my flowers scary man.Cause there is no room in Eden.For failure of contact, for the context.Simply said your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/309029/ I moved as I could.Yeah, take the face off.Of cruelty and sarcasm.Your expression was like a desert.Bleak and no clue as to whats f****n with you.Laid out on the floor, so our minds can operate.But rarely did our friends participate or relate.To the paragraph you rehearsed.Like y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/297060/ Before the tomorrow that never comes.Take me away please, this view reminds me.Of the prison that keeps you far away.Safe from quarantine with mental morphine.I think its sad to swallow.The substitute like food.Don't worry I've got medicine.Just hold your head up to the sun.L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/283922/ Do I need an introduction to begin?As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens.It's seen the disease is pleased again.Seen falling through the dreams end.As I punch. The clutch. Nothing happens.Red alarm, wake up the sorrow.A great loss is sure to follow.The sounding of sirens and faces .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/280100/ I think I was found looking down again.At the off center relation, crippled by needles.What the f**k is so captivating about this?This surprise there is inside.Where the unawareness hurts me.Tips me over and I spill out.My eyes.My body reaches for fire, to burn the leeches off.Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/271109/ I'm only gonna read 3 digits while I sit here.In the chair where I always stare, reading lighted air.Waiting on the feeling to stop.It's wearing my eyes down with every drop.Tactile synthesis I can't stop.It's sympathy for pain, it's not the same.As when the ground comes up.And gra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/267846/ Stick it deep into the midnight.Explosions will answer with your response.I might like it, I might not.It's maybe not maybe so what I want.For the scenery to shout back at me, with jagged teeth.It's beautiful to see.Looking down to the point again.Of what I wrote, it makes me choke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/266931/ I missed the punchline again.It hit me square in the face.Because of my social disgrace.And I pick it up and dust it off.And ask, "What's so funny?"Is there any wonder why, the herd moves on and others stay behind.Where they might be happy, or they might lay down to die.A question ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/266451/ Lovely body rest easy, the tightest squeeze is yet to come.From the middle of the rotten bone, the middle of the rotten soul.It spins and divides on it's own.Look at where the answer lies.Between the lines.Look at where the sun will die.Between the x'd eyes.Because there is no remo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/266197/ Throw the peculiar look on today.It's looks best when over dressed.Make another stare to scream my name.Screaming my name on the fragile doll.I can't deal with it, the constant tick of...Issues with no remedy, I so sick of...Barrier atmosphere... We aren't here.In the bruise I see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/265588/ Hey now. Do you wanna see the rage?It's my little niche, a unique color.Find it out and talk all about it.Because it's what I've got.For the world in everyday.Where the sphere doesn't fit in.It's what some may never...Know to let in. It's my character.It's in the offset, look o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/264609/ You can't waste your time here.It's only a matter of mental matter.That you just don't have.Why try to ambulate when you've got no feet?Like walking could bring you closer..To someone you'll never meet.Because it's all a riddle that you choose.To misunderstand, no conspiracy today... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/264247/ It's by your bed the picture of us.It's by your bed where you lay your head.The picture of us.Next to the time as same as mine.I keep it in my pocket, a compass.It tells me if I am where I belong.With you I could never lose my way.To the theater of dreams I go, to meet you again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/263379/ I wish I could get it together.It's all in my thoughts, laying in bed.I'm tired of being a spectator.When I should be productively breathing.I wish I could get it together.Because I want to go some where.Push it out of my head, and say good riddance.Hopefully there is some penance fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/262904/ Mister won't you move so I can see.The hanging of my old broken smile.I used it for the last time yesterday.It was pretty, and elegant like you'd expect.No don't close me up, I'm not done breathing here.No don't, just hush up, We're not done layin' here.We all know, you're coming hom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/261504/ Way to make me look bad, again with cognitive thinking.Bury my head, so I won't say what I really want to.Is it that I am permanently to you a mistake, permanently.Is that there is nothing to say, to me worth while.Your ears are turned inside out, tuning out me.Straight to the idle mat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/260424/ Did I know you, before you left off?In the sounds of bending walls.Throwing rationalization to shapes.Did I know you before the collapse?In the windows we thought were time.Constantly jumping through mine.Looking for the pale pane... the pale pane.[i]Is this water...?[/i]That kee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/260226/ Ignore the vibration, it's just a calling from out there.Some one trying to get a hold of you the wrong way.With conversation played out like a fiddle for the liking.It's the way you grab a hold of what 's in front of you.Get quick and speedy eyes, move your mouth faster now.Cause you ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/259380/ Concrete feet, marking the day the youth died.Remains 50 days before the matter of the fact.That the sun like that is never coming back.Because every one sees different, in the empty.Things unimaginable to perceive in such early time.Because every one feels different, about the after mat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/258935/ Soothing systematic response.Of breathing and sleeping.The ticking of the relic.The oracle of my keeping.A voice calls from over 1000 miles away.Telling me it's okay, it won't be long.Till you are where you belong.Not in the center, of riddles with no solution.Away from the petal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/258283/ Today I looked down at the paper and sighed.No sounds and the words would just turn and hide.It's quiet, in the surreal world today.Did some one pass away?No one who's willing to say, it's alright today.Thats the center of the epidemic.With lifeless streams running the system.A dep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/257073/ Be careful, don't let his mouth stutter.He speaks with a Gatling gun, hair trigger.Be accurate, and immaculate.Cross hair on your for head.For you trespass dear, you do not belong here.In the mine field, where the blind feel.The earthquake.Beneath our feet, the grave keeper sleeps... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/257022/ I'm sick of the dead horse.He rides around, laughing at pictures tearing them down.I go to pick them up, but the faces blur and look ashamed.In the dark room, where the colors are made.Secrets invade this red light.In the basement, where the graves are made.Secrets populate the night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/255751/ I can't taste it in my dreams.A safe place, no chances.For failure or incomprehension.I've seen this once before, open and metallic.Where the instruments are always sharp.And the performance immaculate.The physical body, now seen so tabulate.Numbers and decimals. Days and hours.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/254112/ I've been covering up....With little noises and swallowing inside.Greedy greedy, I might be, when its about you.Because it would hurt you too much...To see the bleeding I do without you.Is it painful knowing that I'm not superhuman?That I'm nothing special, especially compared to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/253858/ Serpent is this time well spent, slithering towards the hole?To hide again, waiting for prey to walk where you can stalk.So lets close the curtains and talk.I have many things to assault.All of which you default, to not know.What is about such sharp words that you find unattractive.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/253641/ An asymmetrical spectacles adorn your view.A simple misunderstanding, a bias from you.Incoherently reading for the origin of this hand.The convulsion scribble message.[i](It's what you want.)[/i]I can't let it win, no I can't let it in.Tell them to go away from my door.I don't want to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/253595/ As I see...The riddles wink at me.My emotions form puddles that never leave.They run and flow through the gutters inside.Where they belong... (Non-exsistant) there they belong.The vision born, too hard to tell where to begin.[center]And where they end.[/center][left]Because...It'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosaed/249950/