http://slow.writerscafe.org/Agibson4 The original writings of author iTryToWriteAllTheTime en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995341 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who fears outside the cage, thrown out into the world.Virgin am I, to the likes ofdanger and craft.Monsters sharpen their razor-like claws on young like me.The whimpering man lays in hiscage, pulls his headphonesover his ears, and day dreamsuntil even his bones rot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Agibson4/2939644/ Parents spill wordsinto empty minds;Spoiling, pre-scribing, indoctrinating, ideating,corrupting the young freedoms of childhood life.While the newly hazedare beat into young adulthood,drowning in the splintered boat of Dreams and Obligation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Agibson4/2938225/ It is cryingstained draught red grassIron blades cuttinginfant greenI'm starvingfor guilt and shame. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Agibson4/2938196/ her dress a hot blushher fingers a cool touchher eyes a cloudy grayand she's forgottenat end of the day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Agibson4/2938042/ Self aggrandizing prick.Fight against the crowdwho search for their voiceSilence!Silence!Speak not unless it is to the liking and glory of God Emperor Prick face.The crowd speaksThe crowd is heardAnd Scatters into The unknown. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Agibson4/2937784/ Religion eats it's so called 'Leaders'And continues marching atop the waveof empty boots. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Agibson4/2937782/ “Boy, come here.” Tall Jane called the boy.“Be quick with it.”She threw her dirty apronOver her shoulder.Daryn, with a smile,Ran to join the ladiesAlong the serving Island. “It’ll be rushTime soon. 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