http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alpris The original writings of author Alpris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986580 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Something I was inspired with after a fight with my father. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1599178/ sometimes if you squint, things lookbetterpossibly clearer,   and that may be why love is blindwhy it curls your vision  and twists a trick of your pupil; you are the pupil, still learning to differentiatethe difference between lust and the frazzled pulse of your arms. You love m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1248199/  sing me a lullaby, my heartopen your heart, lungsbeat to inhalehold the air i drinkpinched thighs, firmand wide rest upon the hardened chair, feetyou've walked all day on the road to nowherelift and lie among the equallytired chairhold your hand, fingershold it tight as tight as fingers mighta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1229655/ BARCODES I met this girl who goes by the name Barcodeshe is pale, and wears her hair in dark snappy fringe much like a frantic piano that can’t seem to stop clackinglast night, we spoke  in code togetherabout how trees twisted from blackened roots   and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1229044/ When we were little, we allwatched a fistful of moviesabout sex Disneysatanworship and skatingon threaded ice in the shapeof a penis crownall villains are magicalevil in the sense that theycan carve the movementof your tonguesexLOVEhas found a way of carving the shape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1225838/ Whileat workan old woman bickers; rich people talk here, the language of the dumb, numb in slang knownonly to a tiled civilizationI look at her lips and they aredry; puckered in peach tea smearsshe looks awfully obscuredwhinging of a stroke with two working hands and a chin that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1222455/ * * * * *It's nearing 9 p.m.   Even inside the comfort of a room with curtains of lace drawing the windows closed, it was known that  the sky was a dusty black nearing the oblivion of midnight; and contrary to its cool air, the room was thick   with the warm skin of Regina. How many g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1207594/ ontwo legs to two stilts from           two hands coated; dripped                               &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1202590/  there was a party at the castlegroove lights on gold walls, the mahoganydanced with us, we spunlike tipsy carousels on a cream glass floorthere were arrows strewn about the air; what was it in theear of the party peoplethe music was fierce and the colour of roug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1199266/ Part 2: UNREVISED. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1194146/ First sequence of Heart Queen; If this isn't your sort of thing, I'd advise you to move on and if you're going to read and comment, show some respect. Those who are drawn to the subject please enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1192381/ her essence lingers in the cavernsof my throat ;                                   i choke back to taste instead the airaround me, in loose invisible crimson curls              &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1183627/ first draft - class exercise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1179271/ First draft. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1179256/ The beauty of birthis the birth of beauty itself; to not be born inside a mother's eggbut the world inside the child's life.the people who call him evilhis mother who calls him a good boythus, the birth of two sides.Those two sides giving birth to a land called heart.and an ocean called blood.A hear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1149416/ I wrote this after class. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1143737/ once again I have turned and began to walk back to my windowthat window slathered in dust like permanent smogpoisonous; so that i'm drawn once again to its smearsomehow? glass with magnet's kiss. I will peer out again, expectantly ;through cracks that allow sunshineI am always l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1134762/ ATTENTION! A dedication to OUAT/the Swan Queen association of which I am a proud member :) This is strictly a fan fiction piece, and based on fabricated events. Fans of the show will understand! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1132264/ i am the seductress who has long since lived right under her unnoticing glareshe is drawn to my powerI can have the dark queen nowshe is drawn to my invisible tugshe tightens, then releases those snakes around my throatshe comes closerI can hear her thoughtsshe is dee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1128991/ Try and see the hidden message behind the gore. Can you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1123792/ deep breezepeninsula's gush of earthher hair caught at her teeth                                               as she smiledwe embraced beneath autumn's birthand i could not breathe les.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1121599/ life?it is as it isas it always has been in the ocean of houri am the black sheepbut without a shepherd ; and i will wander whateverplains i want to trample.but graze upon no poison cotton lands ; product of white sheep fleabite me ; for i will not return to herds of hellmy shepherd does not li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1120459/ even you wouldn't be afraid to killno one would ;if there were no law at will.the issue isgetting you to admit it after wakehowever ; you remained submergedquicksand conceptstrying on shoes that do not fit.a wind changingfrozen in place to considerthat grace ; that flowsyou imagine, from wounded dia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1109685/ This is another one of my out-of-control prose poems, and conducted at the ridiculously early hour of 5 a.m. I'm sure you'd prefer I put my restlessness to good use, rather than tossing and turning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1107653/ Myra Hindley livesand it is not in your place to decide whether this is an element of fact, opinion, illusion or delusion; just as it is not your place to observe my artwork and suggest that you know every intention of its construction. You can not see the rich blood seeping from its canvas pores, y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1100589/ Right now I sit in oceans calm to the constriction around my body. These waters calm, notlike before when waves slapped me from all angles; rocked me side to side. Pulled me toward shallow shores then into deep ends for snapping sharks. I was dipped in and out of the water with such force .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1093900/ I stood in the shower, my scalp drinking warmth. I drew dismembered  figures on the steam of the glass door; and signed my name beneath a tattered limb. The loops in my signature were curvy and smooth, like a long bend on country roads. I remember Mam telling us not to do this, because it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1093898/ Another try at prose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1093897/ Another crack at prose poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1093896/ see,   the sun rising is a sin             see,            the moon glowing is a prayer                      see,           &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1077929/ Bit of a mindfuck here; Auckland never snows. This is my attempt at a play on metaphors. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1074249/ This is my method of closure. The b***h, in question, can rot in Hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1063185/ wind whistlesthreatens toexpose raw innocencebeneathcorduroy blinds ; heels in earth's clay          begging for morelit cigarette hovers overtimid grassshe sits ;waitsdares him towhiz past withflashing teethcheeks pressing eyes     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1062348/ I just thought I would share what I produce when I am woken rudely for silly reasons; please excuse the foreign italicized phrases. 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I have been running on an hour's sleep and I need to engage my thoughts into words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1036268/ i tell myself:there will be an end to my guttered mindi will soon see the gap in which the current tumblesbut my mind,it likes to drag itself out ; prolonged thoughtslike tired red carpet for the trampling and marveli tell myself:these thoughts, ill let them ponder then dielike a wingless bird stran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1033610/ Originally an essay which I decided to call now a story. Enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1033598/   breast's bumps ofgreen ground  the earth’s new scum buried beneath  while the sky cums on uspleasured pearls of ice  on shuddered fleshwe embraced; on  the moors like children ;   like scarecrows born  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1033580/ lesley chopped to a fine dice; roll them and all over fate's prey of the day. dance the song of delighton her nude and youthful body and sip from the aching wishing well. fire is chasing; fire is man. fire is control and man is console. play to the pulsations against your quivering frame; let the ph.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1031938/ No idea where this came from. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1029514/ run with the water ; i run with it i doa symphony of seagull's airborne agonythe shoreline cries with my arrivalcrumbles like rising dirt to my stanceand tries to herd me offwith shattered hearts of shells that will never be onethe waves encourage me ; they doto drink from the crimson sap of evergro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alpris/1029493/