http://slow.writerscafe.org/Midnight_Swim The original writings of author Jessica{is inspired by the moon} en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007379 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 So much is lost, yet the war wages on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/285707/ Who ever thinks looking inside can be freshing is sadly mistaken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/285702/ My finger tips brush along the cold stones as I drift down the river http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/279062/ Trucks speed down the rain slicked roaddisappearing from viewbehind the mountains forest covering In the dead of nightthey race towards their seemingless unreachable destinationunaware of my existance From my moonlit perchI watch and wonderwould the world stop if they s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/279047/ I have romantisized the late night ciggarette http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/279042/ The picture is the painting I wrote this for. I'd like some feedback on both, please and thank you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/279019/ Burn away the edgesto ensure tht no one sees what was there...all they can see,...should be able to see,......is a darkened edgeNo one should have to see the burnt carnige...that subtly turned to ash Burn away the edges so that you yourself don't have to remember,don't have to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/279012/ Have you ever seen a four year old beauty queen? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/279006/ Never will I let you fade into the setting sun forgotten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278995/ All my efforts to clean (me)...leave me putrid and flithyHow can you look at me...when I can't stand myself Aware of my own dysfunction,my own flaws,the black spot on my soulI seek a way to exspong it all Seemingly countless efforts are made...to cover up a past so bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278994/ Inhaling sweet toxinsto steady my shaking handsI sit in waitunsure of what the future holds With no place to goand no past to return toI want to drown my sorrowsin the still night air Bittersweet solitude,my only salvationas I isolate myselffrom the mad world that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278660/ I couldn�t just watch from under my bed I think it hurt more to see her in pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278630/ By now I know That everything I say Can and will be used against me some day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278623/ A Godless sinner prays in a world all her own http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278620/ It is in these situations that God chokes while outside the rain pours down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278616/ Fist to skin is like pencil to paper http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278502/ Autolysis: When a cell recognizes that it isdamaged beyond repair, it will self-destruct http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278492/ This is a creative essay I had to write for my comp 1 class. I would appreciate some feedback. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/278182/ French poem, translation included. 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An empty shell and shades of grey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/174059/ I am strong again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/154931/ A religious experience from an agnostic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/123980/ I live in a world where not even the numbers make sense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/123330/ I died in that room and never said a word http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/118357/ Getting a little justice for myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/117534/ Reality is a fragile as a piece of glass that reflects its distorted image http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/117134/ cycle of abuse... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/117133/ Sometimes we all need an escape from reality, even if it's just for a moment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/116421/     I found you where I knew you would beLaying on the floor of the nearest shooting galleryNeedle lying on the floor beside youThe rancid smell of vomit is in the air,I can barely breathe I can’t stand to look at youYou reek with the stench of de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/116216/ At night I cry and you can�t hear meSo you life goes on as normal as can beI want to tell you everythingI keep it locked away insteadI try to tell you with my eyesBut I guess you don�t seeI�m reaching out to youAnd you don�t even se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/108719/ The old story with a new twist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/108713/ Purity is hard to find in the world today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/108490/ The answers are out there, we just need to open our minds and work towards a solution http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Midnight_Swim/108476/