http://slow.writerscafe.org/triciajohansson The original writings of author Tricia Johansson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189810 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You're tryingyou're dyinghold back your tearsthey'd not carethey'd not dareDon't let them find your fears.Don't speakDon't be weakjust don't let them inThe demons will slowlykill youtrash you in the bin.Don't even try to leavedon't try to goYour energy will be lowYou'll see!, I told you so!Hide your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/2147857/ The barely visible moonA misty, dark nightthe extraneous lightis slowly coming to sight.I'd look at itwith an interested mindOnly one of a kind,Oh, I must be mentally blind.I'll carefully hitthe bottom lineIt's fully mineThe moon is now lit.I cannot sithere and defineWhat's up with what's mineI fell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/2145251/ I wonderwhat you're goingto doWhen my ghostis in front of you.I wonderwhat you're goingto sayWhen my ghostsuddenly blocks your way.I wonderwhat you're goingto seeWhen the odd one is over me.I wonderwhat you're going to doWhen my ghostis in front of you.I wonderwhat you're going to hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/2145250/ Like a memoir, but poetry. The first thing I have written for years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/2113809/ The inner feelingIn which they are hiddenThere’s no power of healingThe things that are forbiddenA little, tiny, very smallPeeking through the wallShort, not very tallThe most whimsical of us allPower we cannot seeThe ghastly things are up for a walkThe prisoners are weSuddenly we’re not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1911071/ The cabinet is half-openPerhaps not open to it's half,Perhaps just somewhat opened;Like a solid partof what mostly seems insaneOpened enough for you to noticeI'm not hereProbably I'm in the goblet,in which the souls of the dead creatures areGoblet:Created out of weaknessYou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1878445/ I'm still the sameQuite whimsicalStill that curious thingStill the sameCalled by the nameOf a queer gothClearly the oneQuite disappointingThat whimsical thoughtDistinctly dark and somberStill the sameThe one to blameWherefore I'm called by the nameOf a queer gothIt's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1853585/ Everything I ever knewThings that might happenYou were the one who taught meSome of the most remarkable thingsSome things you've said;Made perfect senseSome things you've said;Were insanely wrongHaving this impactin one human's lifeI'm not able to fully understand itThese t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1837985/ Anything for youThere is nothingcompared to youThe lightThe dreamsIn our eyesThere is nothingof valueWe were kissingI held youFemalesIn the universe offeelingsAnything for youEverything I doIt doesn't mean anythingIn the endthe only of valueWere the feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1753943/ Out of the blueAble to think about blue eyesAnd blue waterAble to hearWords that were spelled in silence.No matter what you can seeListen to yourselfTowards the beliefOf the words that were spelled in silence.Out of the blueCompletely out of placeMy character, the spirit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1743951/ I would like, to live lika a bird. Fly. And die Like a dried rose No that's a Lie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1660263/ In my cage of wonderings Wonderings about my past Past of wrong decisions as locks me in right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1660261/ Even when life hurts,i see no reason to give up,all the mistakes makes me angry,and my anger refuses to lose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1239218/ I took my lifewith a knife,I wonder what you going to do,when my ghost is in front of you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/1134981/ To someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/951401/ Right now am I very weakIt's exactly like I play hide and seekI forget if it has gone a day or a weekI'm choose and don't care to speak. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/951198/ I choose to live.I want to forgiveBefore I just wanted to dieNow I feel happy and that's not a lie. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/triciajohansson/951184/