http://slow.writerscafe.org/TeaNoon009 The original writings of author TeaNoon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038722 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I miss the days when I had My whole life ahead of me.When I had the strength And the courage to try anything. When I had the energy To make it through the day.When living my life didn’t seem like workAnd it didn’t look so scary. When I didn’t feel so aloneS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2162263/ I sit by the water.Try to  catch my breath.Sometime later, I look up.So much time has passed.The world around me changes.Suddenly, I am drowning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2074979/ The torn to bitsThe soaked in rainThe broken beyond repairThe used til nothing's left.The sick and tiredOf being sick and tired.The scarredThe uglyThe "this isn't what I wanted"Join me in the dumpsterThat is this life.Patch yourself upStep out of the shadowsPut on a sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2053892/ Genderfuckery at its finest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2053890/ Don't call me pretty.Dont say im yours. You don't knowHow much the words mean to me.You don't knowWhat it means to cherish,Respect, or love your belongings.F**k me in the dark,In the backseatOf your mother's car.Don't invite meInto your home.Dont offerTo stay the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2053889/ As a young child, I worried a lotAbout whether I was pretty. It had been drilled into meThat people liked pretty,People preferred pretty.People tolerated you if you were pretty.People spent time with you if you were pretty. People fed you and gave you special touches;People gav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2053881/ Underneath my clothes,I keep my skin soft.Soft and clean, With nothing to cover or hideWhat I've done, but alsoWhat the world has done to me.Underneath my skin, I look just like anyone else.I think that may just explainMy morbid obsessionWith repeatedly opening upMy skin and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2053874/ There's got to beA better wayOut of all the mess Im in.CuttingAnd burningAnd missing meds.Sleepless nights,Restless days,And pushing people away.Hiding And jokingAnd lying about symptoms.This is it,Today's the day!I'm on my way to better days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2022023/ I spent the pastSeveral hoursLaying in a hospital bedDrinking flat sodaEating crappy foodAnd watching cartoons. Tonight, I'll toss and turn.It's hard to fall asleepWothout my nighttime routine.Without a warm bath,A cup of tea, a stuffed animal,And my favorite novel on audible.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2022022/ "Fight"Is whatHe said to me.I cantDo it for youAnymore.You're my kidBut no longer a child.I love you, you can do this.You've got to do thisYou're on your own.I've got your back, but I cantShow you how to live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2022020/ Climbing the ladderWith a great fearOf some day reachingThe ever closer new heights.Each step takes me higher,Makes the thoughtOf climbing back downDaunting, unappealing, weak.Every dayI climb a little higher,Letting the coldFreeze my skin and numb my soul.Each rungIs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/2019907/ Frustrated venting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1859265/ Being told how I feel.Being the butt of the jokes.Being used and then tossed aside.Being lied to.Being responsible for every problem.Being afraid to love.Being too fat.Being too ugly.Being shown that I must hide my pain.Being alone.Being too much and not enough. Quite frankly,I am done Being. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1522816/ Found Poem from Life of Pi by Yann Martel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1159366/ An old flame http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1021975/ She says, " I love how you see it in everything." I don't so much see it, as breathe it inIt's just everywhere...Some days, the world's so thick with it,I feel as if I'm choking on it all.Twisting my breath, and hiding my words, taking so much of it in.Other days, I find myself struggling... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1021543/ Yes, good sir, I'd like to admit myselfFor an emergency evaluation. You see, I'm very ill andMy life could end this very day.Now, you say my case isn't quite importantEnough, but I dare to disagree. See, I have a sickness, with no cure,Without hope, and yetYou sit and tell me That I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002254/   I walked into a class I’d never seen before today five minutes late for a class I never hoped to succeed in.  I saw the laughter in their eyes before they had even seen me.  Beautiful girls, with long flowing hair, and well defined features.  How could I, an awkward BOY, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002057/ A letter lies half written on my desk tonight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002055/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002053/ I really hate all these stupid girls.I hate those self-centered hoes.They're ugly and stupid,With way too muchSelf esteem.You're just another one of them,Another sheep in the herd.You lie, you cheat, you steal.You can never make it up to me, can't apologize.All because i couldn't keep you off my dam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002052/ I don't want to be another sad statistic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002051/ A lover's nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002049/ I think i want your help. I think i need it now. So, can you try?Try to help me?I've been a fraud. I've been a liar. I really just want to turn around. And stop this silly pointless facadeSo, I'm asking for youI finally see that i need your helpWhat can you do for me?I'm rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002047/ How I can’t look at any positives right now. That I give you more than I ever wanted to allow. When you stare at me like I'm anything but a sea cow. The times I act so well, I resist the urge to take a bow.  How you talk about me abandoning God in my evil transgression.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002045/ Walking down the streetJust us, hand in hand.I can feel your leg brushing against mineThis moment couldn't be any more perfect.  Then, you open your mouth,And the romance is gone.Its run out the door,attempting to flee your extraneous blabber.  I can't help but laugh,As a sad, ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002044/ Show me now How she did it Got to youSo damn fastI sat there An hour, i waitedSat in the rainSingin that tuneGoing over what to sayThe words to end it allTo work up the courageTo sit there and watch you fallHope you like That blonde, bimbo girlThe way she walks by, I know yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002042/ If I hugged you,would you never let go?If I kissed you,would you cherish that moment?If I reached for your hand,would you take mine gently?If I needed a shoulder,would you let me cry on yours?If I needed to talk,would you really listen?If I needed to scream,would you do it with me?If I needed to go,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002040/ How depression can change you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TeaNoon009/1002037/