http://slow.writerscafe.org/angela52376 The original writings of author AJ Douglas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775239783 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Nevers pile up like yellowed newspapers in a hoarder’s home threatening to topple over with the slightest vibration of my footsteps across the floor and bury me to desiccate like a mummy under the desert sand as with bated breath I weave my way around them carefully as if at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2863707/ For as long as I can remember life has been like an itchy sweater I can’t wait to take offa frumpy and unflattering dressshoes with holes in the solesallowing tiny pebbles inthat feel like boulders under my feettrousers that are too tightpainfully pinching my waist and hipsThere have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2860209/ Sauntering into the pub from out of the fogthe varnished wood paneling on the wallsreflecting the amber light from the Edison bulbsin their Art Deco fixtures hanging overheadthe scent of the air a mix of lavender, lemon, and leatherI see you sitting alone at the bar as you always areyour hair glinti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2858427/ From our conception we wereconstructed of different clothdestined by fate never to sharea wardrobe or dresser drawerI of common cottontreated with no regardinexpensive to replacebecoming stained and pilledcut up into rags to be usedto wipe away spills beforebeing callously discardedYou woven from th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2858417/ I once believed at least a few things in life matteredthe list dwindling as the years melted away like winter’s snow in the warm spring sunshineor like dead leaves dropping from the trees in the fall until all their branches are bareI am now convinced nothing &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2858198/ The good enough for now girlthe kind men merely settle forarousing in him no ardor or passionbut who has proven herself loyaland useful over the yearsthe safe betposing little risk of heartbreakfar from beautiful unlike the woman he'd been betrayed by in the pastblind to the fact he let her win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2857466/ I reached out to youin defiance of my fearscontrary to my reclusive natureAudentis fortuna iuvatFortune favors the bold I've been toldMy hand grasped at ghostsphantom fantasies of friendshiponly to find hope to be but a vine thick with thorns http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2857139/ She sits impassively on the second hand sofathe tags of her clothing size 0/2in her postage stamp size apartmentsewage backing up in the showerthat she pays for working two part timedead end jobs for minimum wagedoping herself up to deal with non-existent dangersimaginary injuriesboogeymen she's bir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2856826/ If we'd had the opportunity to paint together in the pastwhatever we would have produced with the frayed bristles of our brushes would have reflected both our flawsI am no longer capable of creating but if your heart is set and your happiness depends on such a coll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2856617/ Love is the sound of your seraphic voiceserenading mydoleful soulamid the cacophonyand clamor of chaos http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2856616/ Are my words worth anything if no one ever reads themJeremiads of dejection and desolationdelineations of desires and dreamsDoes he take any interest in the lyrics I've left for himDo the thoughts I impart have any impact on his heartor does he believe me to be no different than .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2856503/ As he sat unaccompanied I saw no ring on his fingerTrouble in paradise perhapsLines at the edges of his eyes which still sparkled the same brilliant blue as beforehis cheekbones a bit more prominent than previouslyhis chin somewhat sharperthe baby face faded replace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2856451/ I posed no questions before my erroneous conceptionI never asked to be or not to beSerenading deserted streets with dirges exploring absence in back alleysreciting Ophelia’s soliloquy from memorymy words wasted in a world poisoned by apathy Wearily I lay myself down in the dust of desiccated d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2856256/ Erasers only smudgesoap merely smearsmy mistakes and misstepsthe many instances in whichreaching a fork in the road finding myself bereft of a mapI went the wrong wayand was beaten bloodyabandoned to die in the ditchthe moon above appearing as the eye of god covered by a cat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2856153/ I lent them my body in a parasitic pactwithin which to groweach bone and organevery finger and toenicking a slice of my pneuma upon our separationfrom their very first breath they began building their boats the days draining away swiftly as water through a sieveuntil eventua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855950/ "I've never done that, I've never been there,"I would repeat countless times in response to your stories of the many places you've been and all you've experienced though you're nearly five years younger than me that I know I will never have the oppor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855947/ I don't fear death as so many doI've sent him embossed invitations bordered in black and handwritten in conscientious calligraphybought the best wine I could affordcooked a candlelight dinner for twolowered the lights anticipatinghis arrival like an anxious lover awaiting a knock upon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855852/ If in the past you had patronized the sandwich shop where I was once employed and baked every single loaf of bread or the pharmacy where I stocked each product neatly on the shelves and answered customers' questions while standing all day on concrete floors in cheaply made shoes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855762/ My purpose in life eludes me as I desperately seek beauty amid all the ugliness of thiswasteland of chaos and confusionstanding shoeless on shores of abandoned beaches rife with washed up irrelevant revelationshacking my way through the brambles and thorns&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855653/ Perhaps you're apathetic to my ministrationsfatigued by my futile attempts at suturing the suppurating wounds inflicted by those who came before me both of our spirits bearing similar scarsUpon removing the bandages to reveal they have not healed and rankle raw and red I turn my head not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855439/ How banal is heartbreakthe masses bellying up to the barimbibing the bitter brew by the gallonfermented from the pounds of fleshshe's collected in jars of formaldehydeto preserve them for her purposeher potent potion arousing their painShe remains silent as her patrons take the pitchforks she k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855222/ Maybe someday somebody will noticesomeone will say the words and worlds I write into which I cede slivers of my soul are wondrous brilliant and beautiful as they dance on the page the screen or the stage to the tune I play with my penMaybe somedaySomeday... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2855120/ Slaughter among the slag heapsBodies bowed over barbed wireblood and brains mixing with the mudIn Cite St. Auguste citizens burrow into basements as if Armageddon has arrived or roam the streets blank faced and bleary eyedLondon, Lancashire, and Lancaster lads battlelike beasts within the Hohenz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2854556/ This poem is based on a murder that took place only a few houses up the street from where I lived when I was a child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2854477/ I placed your corpse into the crematory of my consciousness as I sang a solemn dirge before turning my back and falling silent forlorn as the flames consumed your fleshleaving behind brittle bones I pulverized into powder blending it with the ashes pondering over the pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2854449/ Were my words too raw like meat bleeding on the butcher’s block as I stripped the skin from my flesh in front of you revealing every nerve and sinew Did you choke on your rank hypocrisyyour empty platitudes about empathy as I suffered while you stood stolidly silentbehind the brick walls a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2854283/ Tonight there will be no starsthe sun sliding as do fingers on the smooth surface of satinbelow the horizon in silent surrender as surly clouds creep across the twilight sky their grumbling reverberating off the rooftops announcing their impending arrival like the birth pangs of a laboring motherSer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2854206/ These words I write may not be worth much to youperhaps a glass of prosecco or cheap chardonnaybottom shelf bourbon and soda, tonic and TanquerayYou have no concept of what they cost methe price that I must pay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2854120/ In a world I birthed at the back of my brainwhere it is neither night nor daybeginnings and endings blend into aperpetual purgatory under a purple skydevoid of stars on which to waste wishesBirds soaring in circles above sing no songsCorpses pull themselves along sidewalks strewn with wilted fu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2854108/ A crack in the crystalA chip in the chinamaladroitly mishandledThere is a certain beauty to their blemishesSomething fascinating in their flawsScars are storiesengaging epicsThere is poetry in imperfectionA sensational sonnetin my reflection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2853950/ I've known enough desperados like you in my daywho dare to dance perched on the precipicehaving been burned too many timesflesh charred to the bone from diving deepinto the same polluted pool of acidic affectionIn your world of razorblade romanceand sardonic smiles sincerity doesn't stand a chancea .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2853937/ He fades away like fogmist over a meadowburnt away by the sunas a vampire into vaporTaken from me like a naughty child's toyHis kiss a chimeraMy body warmed by his embracenow lies chilledbeside an empty space http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2853797/ The insincere fear mefor these sapphire eyes seethrough walls like windowspast the pantomimesthe masks of mendacitypeeling away pretenseseach layer of illusionmeant to mislead the massesuntil they stand before menaked as a newborncursing my acuity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2853793/ In the vast stygian void of spacecallous and colddevoid of deitiesstars exhaust themselves after eonsof sending their light across the universebloating like corpses as they decayobliterating all in their orbitbefore collapsing under their own weightbecoming soulless stellar revenantssuffering from a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2853692/ The late hour is like a flowerunfurling and revealing thoughts obscuredblurred by the blinding sunshine and the hustle and bustle of the day sending them scattering like seeds over a fertile field to sprout under the stars taking root in my restless brainDawn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2853683/ The border between sea and sky blends inseparably in shadesof gray and powder bluesubtle hints of pallid greenlike brush strokes of a paintingfrozen in time within its framethe salty air gelid as it fills our elastic lungs silencing our sanguine tonguesits frigid fingers findingt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angela52376/2853674/