http://slow.writerscafe.org/angelove The original writings of author papercut en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049723 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am not living, Nor do I want to die. Together they fight for an upper hand... For neither can win Due to indecisionShe wishes to live! But fears life... She begs for death! But runs from grasp...She yearns to be saved But remains silent...You are not living  Nor do you want to dieB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1145364/ gazing upon the starsi feel in my heart thatthere is much more to the storiesbeing toldveilscover my eyes andshroud you to mea world unknownunseen butfelt to be true to have hope of impossible things of beings not wanting to beseen or to seethe veil remains andunyieldingbut my belief .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1130572/ She’s staresat meTaunting mein my dreamsThe personI used to beHaunting mystepsEverymove I makeThe ghostof meI makethe choicesFeel theweightCrashingCrushingSuffocatingI cannotseeThe personI used to beCannot touchherEnvelope herNo…I amleft withGhosts andwhispersA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1093849/ In the dark The water falls The cold engulfs Life goes silent No light can reach No sound escapes No ground to feelAlone, senseless Scared and scarred Breaking apartLosing a self Never existing Never freeAlways falling apart Forever cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1090914/ Dreamsare funny fickle thingsThey dance around enticingTrapping my beingDisguisedas hopes, aspirationsSomething to look forward toBut instead I live in Dreamsare funny fickle things Taking my wholeConscience thought Twistingreality Consum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1090169/ Tick tock tick tock, minutes slip steadily awayThe voice inside tells a story of compromise Of putting off the put offsWith a happy ending The voice inside tells a story of compromiseA dirty twisting lie that wraps its sticky fingers toevery thoughtThere has to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1088211/ I woke up this morningThinking of nothing and everything about mePicking and scratching at the person I should beFeeling like nothing against the faceless crowd  Thinking of everything and nothing about meThings I should change and who I could beFeeling like nothing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1088208/ There is a story crawlingup from insideI can’t get the words I can’tfind the rhymeRipping and tearing,tearing and rippingAgainst my battered insides There is no story, none Ican findCould you help me findthe story inside?Help me to find its swee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1079064/ when the world has endedand my eyes grow darkthe void of nothingness will pass into thoughtlosing my sorrowmy hopesand my dreamsclinging to the cold of deathssticky wingsno pain will touch meI'm smiling insidecause all of the sufferings will subsidesinking into this thoughtmakes it easier .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1079054/ Gazhal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1004178/ The sun was beating down on my eyelidsinsisting I open them to a world I was not ready for. I could feel thatsomething was very wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Slowly Ibecame aware of the things around me; of the cold hard damp ground I was layingon, an unsettling sound o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1003785/ a young girl wakes up in an alley with no memory and a strange gift. she feels an odd connection with a child she meets in a home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/angelove/1003762/