http://slow.writerscafe.org/patchsilver The original writings of author Patch Silver en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128579 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So I wrote a book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1198351/ narcotic,      as manic I may (pessimistic) beharakiri,      your pedagogy (pantomime) aplomb             (caustic) am I? I masticate?         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1081846/ This started with a moment.Isn't that what we are? Moments?From the couch from where she kissed my cheek,to the tennis field where she left me.They were all moments.It was not life nor death that tore the cheap skin across my chest,Nor the fall at her doorstep,the long nights above the second floor,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1081842/ I remember.It started at dawn,cool breezes turned to fire.You made me,then you kept me from you.I remember.The silent knife carvings,up and down,we screamed so loud that afternoon,you hid in the washroom (draining).I remember.That slime the doctor pumped out of you,where I came from,but I was not a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1024474/ There's a whistle in the wind. Revoking brain spots, scattering powerful emotions, binding twine and discomfort. Thunder cracks the vessel, finally realizing that I am without. I am not okay! Nor are these walls, nor the blank stares, nor is the symbolic imagery-physical sensations.   There's a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1023532/ A coma structure I am,                        I play (romanticize) forever binding stars.            'Till dusk. "till dusk ('till dusk?)                     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1023528/ Abash? So it seems, so it seems. The fury never thought of loss,       abolishing all              amity, are you still so childish?              &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1023524/ I was born from an act of sin;spat from lips and cringing fist.In the desert (laid to waste) I stare.It is funny;only a glitch,and you are here (eating thorns around me).We could lie;sway and sway,it is all but fingertips (scrape and click).Sulking is the way,around and around the fall.Clutching nai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1019766/ I have raped the lock, doleful, monopolizing. Nonchalant? Never believed to be. The psoriasis isn't getting it's attention.                       Tell me your plans, and I will destroy this man. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1015923/ Lets just say                            That this could be the end and nothing is ending the way that it should be         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1015916/ She,is sick today.But the florist doesn't deliver on Sundays. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/1015876/ I'm a rat......?          no-                maybe more of a,                   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/937713/ i don't know how this startedbut now,I love you more than myselfand I stare at the sky with hope dangling from my teethlook at meand always-I'll remember-the cold nights-the winters-the times where you loved me so close in your roombut look at me now!look what you've turned me into!and I hang in you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/937055/ 'It's getting past-all of the finger tips-an overdose of what this really means to me.they are all lies-and I wake up every second,and blame you for why you're not here next to me.this is so-so pointless-give it a rest-I don't have a f*****g heart beat baby!I am soTONGUE TIED!f*****g tongue tied.wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patchsilver/937050/