http://slow.writerscafe.org/vydenmyria The original writings of author vydenmyria en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776098087 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Written 01/03/22 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800627/ Written 12/31/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800290/ Written12/30/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800095/ Written 12/19/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800017/ Written 12/21/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800016/ Written 12/21/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800015/ Written 12/25/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800013/ Written 12/27/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800012/ Written whilst still in bed this morning 12/29/21 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/2800011/ Mother texts the wife to ask if I'm OK.I'm OK, mom.At least, I hope so.I'll never really know for sure.Listening to The Smithsand photo-shopping vacation photosso that others think my life is just grand.If they only really had a clue.But they never will, because I have nothing to shareto those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/1764414/ When did I begin tolose hope?Where have I been forso long?Who I once was is aforeignerTo the world Iperceive today.I’ve been a liar forso long,That it’s hard tofind any truth leftin what I have tooffer. I’m on a sinkingisland.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/1023121/ another attempt at getting back to writing, that comes off as simply being confused in life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/961475/ still trying to get back in the writing processes that I've denied for years http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/810625/ a lot of soul searching recently, and the desire to bring back the innocence carried in my youth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/810224/ ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/722997/ not much to say http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/679675/ dwelling even further now, i believe this was written during two different days months apart in early '04 before i graduated high school http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/571214/ words from teenage darker days.... written sometime between late 2004 and early 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/571192/ named after the type of "spice" smoked before the writing of this http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/566565/ a piece written by the immaturity of depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/358157/ written this morning, whilst my mind was wandering away from the fact that i'm stuck out here on a oil rig platform in the middle of the gulf of mexico http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/329834/ only the 2nd poem i've written all year... yet it came out in less than two minutes.... i just wrote the first line not knowing what i wanted to say, but like always what i want to say seems to find its way out, anyways plus, the image is of my new http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/264804/ written in january of 2005, the accompanying picture was taken the same time... makes me wish i were in a dorm room again and not working at a shipyard http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/235872/ What is ultimate reality?    there is only one substance,and it is on a never endingreformation called evolution...which is simply the multiplication of variables(all given factors that take us from point A (present) to point B (immediate future))...this would make evolut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225797/ i try to be everything to my closest of friends,i love, and i lovethem all, to no end...but "everything" is confusing,it's different,it's weird...you can only get so close,before you're no longer friendsi try, and i tryto see smiles and cheers,but when you accompl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225795/ where to begin?with the conflicting questionsthat consume my mind?or with some honestythat will turn to white lies?it is kind of funnyhow writing is easy whenwe allow our ignorance to shine,when we speak to an audienceunknown...we have got an infinite canvasto print who we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225793/ tell me who you aretell me what you think,we're all insane, so,don't be afraid to speaktell me what you see,we're all blind, so,clarify your views to metell me what you believe,we're all conspiracists, so,indulge upon your inquiriestell me what you need,we all have ever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225790/ as my skin begins to boilin pock-marked shapefrom fungal rash - spreadby the heat...I'm losing my hiding place,my last resort...my eyes have fallen, fromtheir once honest poetry,to a burrow beneaththe gates of disgustmaybe,now it's time to shelf the burdensbehind an open .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225789/ does it ever feel likeyou are piling gun powderinto a piece - prone to backfiring?how can we so easilybe wreck-less with our emotions,when there isn't even anyinsurance coverage for our hearts?why do we filter outthe inevitable, untilwe simply can't filterit out, anymore?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225788/ are you feeling ok, today?I know it hurts,but it's been worse,at times,when all has left you blindyou can see through it,I promise you...just close your eyesand count to one,count to comfort,and count to homeit's only pain,one of life's cruel games,you don't evenhave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225785/ why are we hiding behind an awkward silence?I am more apologetic than you could ever know...it's killing me,knowing that I brought this upon our already complicated lives...being understood felt so great,but when I no longer understand myself...how can I be open and honest?it's so much.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225784/ my heroes are nowreal people,who are honest abouttheir vices and past lies...people who feel, orhave felt, shameand regretswas it easier when our heroeswere perfect?did it make you strivefor perfection?or were they the balancefor our early wrong-doings?before we learned t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225782/ where is the sky,when your head is hung lowtowards the streamof blood and pseudo-screams?where is the high,when your falling inan endless linefor the american dream? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/225781/ my first late night in a while,I feel like I should extort itfor what it's worth...the girlfriend's asleep,the roommate's asleep,and I'm hiding somewhere betweenI really miss the sunriseswhen I'm on my own free timeand not at work,I really miss a lot of things thatI've been liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vydenmyria/179260/