http://slow.writerscafe.org/Priscilla%20Moore The original writings of author Priscilla Sayers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776136610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In this juncture,this crossing of time that zigs,zags,twists and wretches upThe here,and The now.Sorrowful beings being devoured by sorrow.So simple.So utterly complex.The eyes see as the Soul perceives and the senses feel.My nonsense becomes my reality for the fragmented wordsfall,in fragments.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/2112073/ Trying to find my Fire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1954432/ a release http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1954429/ Feeling so much today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1951532/ Just Me Thinking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1950935/ It's happening. That surrender, the one where everything you are, all that you're made of leaves in one agonizing breath. My life has become unrecognizable. There was NO way of foreseeing this loss. Once Everything has been taken from you, the most important things in life, the only things tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1933194/ No real title Emotion pours and My words drown out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1921024/ I must venture in to the depths of this Oceanic Soul of mine...The tides rise and fall with fits of storm and bouts of patience.Time becomes the creeping of the vine,The light you can not catch.For My Fire has simmered into Lava,Seeping through my veins,Thick and heavy...Stone and rock.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1919928/ Truths http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1834872/ Creepy crawls beneath my skin,a place in which I'm locked within.Suspended in the abundance of thought.Release comes in doses,Swiftly the hour passes and becomes a year.Never so NakedNever so BareNor do I sing that Sirens song to ensnare My being introverted now to simply .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1833388/ Must Release a free flow~naturally such is Me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1831520/ I Am Me, That is all,No moreno lessjust this is it.Roughly carved from God's knowing HandsA creature delighted in His lightI Am love,Many truths flow from Blue Veins,Running Red with liquid firefor That is what I KnowMy Faith is ABSOLUTE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1784900/ As it flows to be released truths come And in those truths We find Peace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1781883/ Old wounds no longer applyDeeperGorier onesI'm pullingYankingD****t clawingDiggingAll the strings They've gouged out so much fleshThe pound has been paidTEN FOLD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1781552/ From tongue to cheekOr cheek to toughenTo lick what is most definitely Your thumbAnd now...What do we have butA tantalizing twister Just as sultry as her Sister.But as I MayReach beyond those oceans in your eyesTo grasp and situate what is going on in mineI choose to spea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1781549/ I'm tired of The ScoreI want My Little Ones BACKThis in natural Beast Manipulative persuasions From sickly mindsAnd I'm done But oh yeahWhen I'm Dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1781543/ My FreedomCosts too muchStorms come crashing throughA masterfully crafted ChaosHe did it againMade me feelI can't stand the grime of that oily SoulButHe still has... A SoulTorrential down poursPound awayMy hands are whelped and scarred Tattooed pain breaching the surfac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1781541/ The turbulence tossesTo and froThe lights flicker behind the jumbleThe over~analytical mind grasps for anythingTangibleAnd so many are lostThrown from my Arc of reedsAttempts to scrub off the bloodThe bruises, kicks and Quite frankly the damagesOf old and newA cautionary tale.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1781415/ How to bring all of this togetherCouldn't begin to find that starting piecesLying deep beneath a wreckage of my own fleeingA ragged winged birdSavage sly flying towards hopeJust a whisper may blow that fragile wispWithin me to flutter awayDisintegrating before my bagged eyesRusting m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1781110/ When tomorrow comes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1780487/ Driving off curvesRoads of twisted thrones and husky limb Of stopes and glowing yellow warning signsFlashing My mind turns backFresh as a DaisyThis new BoutSwimming with sharksI do believe is how it goesThey ripBut barely catching fleeing fleshSurvival reflexes move swiftLiqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1780134/ These streams of concentrated humanity come into meI Am that concentrated currentPulsing Violently against rocks of jagged glassTime has flown past meMy wings grasp swirls of gasping breathsChasing The ChaseNo Shields, a fault well defined within meSelflessness I'm trapped in as I cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1779998/ When you don't know what is whatA haunting past lingers onThe future fades as my own seasons change Conscious of the unknown Unconscious of the obvious That's obviously not thereCan't know what's best When I have no clue Eluded by all means of my own truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1667252/ In the age old cemetery I sitThe names displayed call my nameSofter than the rustling leavesFrom the watching, towering treesEach stone cell beseeching http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1667235/ Yesterday I could daydream TodayAh yes Today....Begins with pain The pain of children they're poor tummies Twisting violentlyLittle feet raised from the tiles with each heaveEach vicious attempt to rid themselves of this viral monsterAn empty pantry creaks 'there's nothing left'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1665019/ Warm breathSimmering the sweet scents of honey, of earth and windOf bonfires and sea saltSoaking into my bare neck through his whispers Strong armsProtective arms gathering around memy frame melting into the security of himStone becomes fire encircled with earthThen I can breath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1664619/ An early start to chaos and a scattered free flow Produced http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1662664/ Waking to the unrelenting hammerGouging into all my sensesNot the ideal way to start the dayThick dense fog pushes in on all sidesMy porch now a mystical havenOne my screeching brain tries to depreciate But my eyesOh! They soak in the sightEager to continue daydreams and whimsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1661012/ Lost in this mazeEvidence is everywhere Long thick vines connecting this pathof shattered hearts in shards of glassI walk,Crouched,Creeping soundlessly,Surrounded by surroundings surreal,Purple passion trimmed in gold,lush green carpets,scattered secrets within each fold... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1660657/ Free flowing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1660199/ Honestly I just want to share this ( because it says it all ):http://youtu.be/7hc9t4CMekcHope it shows up and you are able to find your own perspective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1660193/ The fear to have a voice Takes your voice away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1657091/ Putting it plainlyMy heart isn't brokenIt would be more accurate to tell youMy heartIs constantly being ripped Gnawed and exposedI have always beenAnd forever will beJust meThe masks, facades, the wretched paradesOf this 'civilization' I can't Live thereJust because I Am .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1656753/ Autumn rushes in nowBringing me to FallA slow trickling of fire crisped leavesFloating on the howling windsTheir direction changingWhirling with intentAnd IThe lowly Beast of burdens,this Warrior buried beneath the crushing weightWill the legendary Phoenix rise againWill I re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1656680/ Always a free flow Feel free to discuss Welcome to my Mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1655095/ My mind has mapped each pathwayWithin my own TempleAnd nowThrough treacherous climbs in slipping sandsScreeching Silence surroundsA lone cry beseeched Wailing of wolves complyClarity with breath and lightDark heavy doors collideCrimson colored eyes divideIt's time she whisp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1654040/ Winds swept in from the eastYou drive northMy face catches the sunlight of Ancient agesembedded in my bones Filling up my weary SoulMy worn body continues to move fluidlyThough creaking volumes of time passedSurrounded by birds of flightThey demand my attentionA Blue Jay, he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1653981/ It's happening againMy overturned guts,So many cards on the table,And they are all mineHe was never mine. Grabbed the high cardsAnd buried the Queen, the grave my freshly dug earth and sand.So He's finally given upSo easy, to discard the invisible All that's left is a sigh.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1653737/ ApologiesIt's safer hereWhere a beast can stretchOr flailHer wings of char and rustNo mirage in my haven.No lies.Oh, but my own.Though I'm not a liar .Irony gets us all .Apologies as dark clouds of toxic cloud rips into me...So the Evils I retrieve are the many lies tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1653363/ The puzzle pieces may be strewn Scattered shards scraping gouges in the wood And yet they fit.A terrifying RealityDelusion, paranoiaShields manipulated to surviveAnd this is sheThis is mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1653358/ My ShamanHe spoke it outThe Universe took hold of his resonating voiceAnd NowIt has Come for MeIt will always Come for meI have become that force that swallows us wholeBreathed into me like a sighI am DeathDeath that rattlesDeath that creeps http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1652764/ HeOf little Faith in meCaptures me in with calls of deepFluid ink rolling into bonesPassing beneathMy disintegrating fleshEaten and bare, wounds that seepHe,Sends this creature I am into a lulled sleepBefore scooping out my heart of holesReminding meReminding meMy place, in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1652732/ They sing to meSo many birdsResting upon the sentinel treesStanding guard over meWithin them,I fly From branch to branchFrom Earthly scentsTo windswept skiesMy eyes of many colors seeMore than what will be Surfaces mean nothing to meIt is only Souls I seek http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1652731/ Always free flow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1652168/ If I was a ShowEntertained the masses would be!The ever bendingTwists and turns that surround meA frenzied mind Begets a chaotic worldA stormI am the EYEBirthing twisters, cyclones Of what minds wouldn't believe!In doses all can relateYet the peeking demolitions, the must r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1649606/ Breathing in and outFightingEach breath a testimony A layered prayerI AM NO ONEI belong to ALLand soon my feathers so newly gainedWill witherFaltering against the roots I must growThe weight I must carry My force MUST BEMightySo as I sink into the sunsetAs the brightene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1649602/ Haunted by your own SoulDrifting further in slumberSilence creeping like patience Up my weary limbsSplintered, ravagedStripped bareSeeping the echoes, of death,Shushing the winds as she breathes The death of what ever intentionsLong lost in chaotic circuitsAs life pours like sap .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1649597/ All I know is lostScattering across tides of windTails of comets upon the blackDiamond speckled skyFragments of puzzle piecesRaking across brain waving vinesTwist and turnA tangled mind is mineWith the ether in a pupil hereI came across coals ablaze Each feather bareSinged .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1635058/ A calamityA spark snippedA severed blossom tornRavagedSwimming in Earth's navelCalling me to volcanoes Swarming with vultures Taunting me A torqued tongueSilently revealing The leap was alwaysMine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1630997/ Speaking breaths scream the common languageAnguish, tips the tongueA spear jabbing Striking Just the right twistI feel no needNo splice in the murky watersNow swelling through veins Corroding each interstitial spaceHis eyesCold beads of coalBeating into my liquid existence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priscilla-Moore/1630996/