http://slow.writerscafe.org/MelancholyMel The original writings of author Spectra Nox en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055779 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My definition of love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1349929/ Love lies broken and bleedingObsession pines and mournsSexual desire is frustrated and eagerBut the feeling is not reciprocatedWhy should one believe 'I love you?' after the speaker has loved many before?Why would one get obsessed, when the object of affection is a narcissist?Why should one get lust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1349925/ I am alone; I am the wolfLying in the dark, ready to feastI'll hunt and maim; If I couldStaring into the shadows; I am the deerSprinting away from the world, ready to hideI'll run and flee; if I couldStaring at you, deer, I'm ready to chaseReady to run you down and kill you with kissesI won't bite, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1326560/ On my own; in the tomb of lonelinessI have no one but myself; everyone I love is dead and I have killed themSome left by choice, some never cameEven you, who was supposed to be there. You weren't thereAll alone, with the whispers of my queenShe tells me things; she has plansAnd I will be her servant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1295509/ Staring into a known killers eyes should be the thing that scares you, right?Well for me it wasn't. Even though killer wasn't humanStaying at my grandparents' house, I'd known they were fond of birds and thus we used to feed the omnivorous ones meat so that they could in turn feed their cute but squ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1288394/ as soon has her mother had smugly ushered herself out the door, she knew that her mother's temper tantrums would be nothing compared to the dark wrath of a brooding husband who'd just been told about a wife's betrayal.She was frightened. Even as he stood, not facing him, she could hear heavy, no ang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1284175/ When you bring your lover to your bed, does he say I love you?When he takes your clothes and holds your skin, does he cry words of affection?As he takes you in a lustful embrace; stealing your innocence: does he prove his devotion?When you do the dance many times before, did he surrender himself?Lis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1277776/ Cold; the feeling of never feelingDark; the feeling of utter isolationBright; the feeling of careWarm; knowing that someone is thereIn a sea of lifelessness, one being sits thereYou swim and swim and try to reach themAnd when you do, you know they're the oneYou eat and eat and cut them openYou steal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1276653/ Actions speak louder than worksPainting says more than speakingThe rapture, the stealingI am in love with you dearYou hate me, loathe me; hate my actionsI will wait; I know you'll careI won't treat you like a childYou will be my equalI will love you for as long as you'll keep me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1272604/ Decisions of my own seem to fail meI'm nothing compared to othersSo I try hard to be like themI try to be the tough oneI try to be the favourite oneBut I can't help feeling emptyKnowing it's not like me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1269486/ I wanted you to proveYou never didYou wanted me to proveSo I didMy show of affection is the scar of my skinThe shallow reminder of painThe reminder of my loveAll I ever wanted was youBut you'd always leave me behind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1269463/ Why am I burdened?Why do I carry weakness?Why am I so pathetic and incompetentI can't even protect myself, much less my friends and my relationships!I can't do anything!I have nothing to offer this world.Not hope, not courage, not strength nor wit or loveI'm just the stone in the sea of diamondsI'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1269066/ I wish you could care.I know you won'tI want you love,But I know you don'tI miss us, I miss youBut I can't stand the mostOf your ignoranceYou ignore my painIf I cried, would you care? (You never did)If I died, would you care?(I haven't yet)Blood splatters on the floor, weakened with a smileI've.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1269059/ Why was I doing? Was it for the attention I had never received? For the control, the power of choice? Maybe it was for the sick desire I had for wounds,That ended up overcoming my fear of pain.I did it for you, I wanted to knowDid you really love meBecause I'm dying to knowSTOP LYING, STOP HIDING, S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1267610/ I was alone, wasn't I? My mother had abandoned me for her partner, my sister was ignorant to his faults, my brother gone for good. He bullied me. He said I wasn't wanted. He convinced her- he, like a parasite, rooted into our family and drained their awareness, and filled them with the sick ane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1267606/ I remember the firsttime I did it. The rush. The adrenaline racing through me. I was going to dowhat I thought I'd never do. I held the scissors- I held the power right in myhand. I was too scared to use a razor (thinking that it would hurt so much). Iheld the blade to my arm. I tried d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1267117/ Red like passionThe passion I had for youThe colours of sickening sweet feelingsEmbittering the bottom of my pit The blue Ecstasy of my excitementLong gone of the green waves of envyFrom the flock of admirers of whom I couldn't competeBlack the colour of my soul; the emptiness I haveI couldn't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1263780/ It's important when you make a cake, that you combine the correct ingredients in the correct dosages. Flour. Sugar. Milk. Eggs.A slight variation can cause something to go catastrophic in the mixture.Chemicals are elements. Elements are chemicals. I know this, because I am holding it. Holding the pi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1262564/ Like the mystic haze of fogI'm trapped in the prison of hazeThe time gears, they've stopped, broken are the cogsWho am I! Who are you? Tell me! I'm trapped in my mental mazeI'm screaming out, but no one can hearMy mind...my heart, Who are you?You're very far, but very nearPlease. Someone. Tell me..W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1255710/ Now I'm sure you've seen those s**t vampire movies about "forbidden love" or two particular races screwing around without anyone knowing. Romeo and Juliet style. These relationships are not tolerated in either races' cultures and certainly are not advised. Most relationships stem from between a vamp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1247238/ This is a transcript from a child vampire friend of mine. She goes by many names and has had many, but I have known her and always will know her as Rhachel. A recording I acquired from her diary, of when she was young. It is hard for newborn whelps, as their hunger seems to get the best of them, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1247233/ The battle is in my mindConflicting emotions, conflicting painI'm scared for myself, am I going insane?The ceasefire will never comeI'm dying on the insideSick songs of melancholic fearI don't want to hear this!The noose waits my for neckBeckoning me with it's twineBlood spills bit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1183882/ Half the population of Ballarat shouldn't be driving. I'm pretty sure that most people do not get the meaning of "fast" or actual movement. We're just lazy. An old man was slowly backing out of his park, making me have to go in reverse. This man was obviously taking his friggin time. "Oh Co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1150493/ Clio Cervinus has been kicked out from an all-girl school, and is forced to moved to a mixed gender school. Will Clio survive in her new school or crash and burn like in her old school? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1150487/ 1837:The bells tolled in the London air, with the Ravens afoot, fluttering their wings and crying for fresh blood. A man stepped up to the stocks, he had a bag over his head, and he was being pushed to the slender rope, tied to fit for his head. He must have had a limp on his leg, and so,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1145973/ The tunnel was deep, I can say that for sure. The further it went, the more earthy and dirt like it began, even giving the smell of damp earth from rain.  Other things appeared, not the gorund, but maps hung on the walls, secured by single pegs. Cupboards appeared, but I couldn't see anythi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1133137/ A night in paradise, to long and hopeA day of torture, to cry and mopeBut in reality, is all paradise bliss?Something to lament and something to miss?A world of fire to scorch the landIs it all but a dream, just an imangined plan? Bringer of discord, Bard of the harmonious ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1132560/  Now you may wonder if a vampire actually ages, and the answer is no, a vampire does not age. The term aging is used for how many years pass in a vampire's life. Vampires do not begin decomposing, as the white blood cells that have been heightened, and stops decompostion.  How.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1126327/ ... I muttered curses as I walked down the gloomy path. The streets were dimly lit by streetlights, and I could see some abandoned buildings ahead. This made my stomach flutter in anxiousness. Some pedophile could grab me, I could be murdered. As long as I'm quickly killed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1081192/  The bite Biting in vampire terms, is a way of extracting blood and changing a victim. Between two vampires, this can be considered erotic and a form of romance, as the exchange of blood between two vampires is considered mating. In a vampire's mouth, the two canine teeth on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1073119/  I write to you dear readers in hope that others like myself may seek out for me. I feel that I must introduce myself, as of course, I am the writer, and you, the reader. My name is Florence Browning. Well that was my birth name, as I grew in this meek society, I realised I ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1068446/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1068351/ By the time we'd got home, it was incredibly late. I stared at our house, which was very small, and had scratched and dirty yellow paint. The gardern, as usual, was a wild jungle of thorns, and rubbish littered it. The lights were off, so I assumed mum wasn't home.  T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1068173/ Carnation Lowell. Or most commonly known as Connie, or Carnie by me. My sister Carnie, was a very pretty girl. This was one of the reasons why I envied her. Carnie and I shared similar features, except her hair, was a nice wheat-platnium blonde, that fell past her shoulders. It cur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1067901/ They did this. They came in storm and fire. They stole our children, robber our adults, thieved our elderly They tore us apart piece by piece, our histories shattered. The city was barricaded and the people fled. Some of us were lucky. We survived.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1067891/ Chapter 2 :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1067795/ I remember sitting down, a jittery feeling shooting through my body. I was nervous and my hands were shaking and fingers tapping as fast as a rabbit's heart-beat. Butterflies were not only in my stomach, but she flew straight to my heart, so from my core, I was anxious and frightened.  A gi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1054127/ This is for everyone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053938/ I feel happy, and sad, now angry and emotionalI love, I see and I am devotionalSay hurtful words to break me apart,But the only thing It'll break, Is my soft heartI feel your pain like my ownLike pieces of your heart have been sownIn my anger, I am cold like winterPiercing you like a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053156/ I tend to blabber, I love to talkI'm easily distracted, I walk the walkI'm flexible and very honestSometimes Selfish and not to modestBut I'm attractive, confident and coolI'm smart, slim and not a foolI'm restless, I'm demanding, I sulkWho cares? You ordered the sarcastic bulkLively.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053152/ I am patient, I am wiseI am strong, I am niceYet if you push me I will not budge.And sometimes hold a grudgeI am dependable, compassionate and passiveMy power, my strength is massivePhysically and mentally, at it's peakAnd rest assured, I am never weakQuiet and silence may come first.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053144/ People would say I'm far to naughtyPeople would say I'm pretty haughtySome would say, I'm full of spiceOthers say, "Kind of nice"Arrogant, Boastful and Loud, said the fewCold, Spiteful, Bitter were the newI'd prefer tempermental or awesomeBut some would not agree, saying I'm&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1053141/ Blood drips like ink on her floorViolent and angry to her very coreA deck of cards by her handIn anger would she stand;Shouting angrily to behead;Crying "Off with her Head!"A husband and a jack by her sideNow the movie, it certainly liedFor they said she was red, a Queen of colourB.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1052923/ "Do you have a King?" Luciela asked, peering over at me. Her hair was worn in two bunches but spilled over her shoulders like brunette feathers. Her cards were neatly fanned out in her hand and her hazel eyes were etched with a competitive spark. I rolled my eyes at her, before shaki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024881/ Something. Something. Darkside and Maybe Cookies c: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024879/ This poem is about the greek goddess, Khione, Goddess of Snow and daughter of Boreas, God of the North Wind and Oreithyia, an Athenian princess/goddess. She has a kid with Poseidon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024868/ Heres a random haiku I made. I want you guys to guess what I am talking about. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024861/ This is just a quick and on the spot story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMel/1024580/