http://slow.writerscafe.org/tisXme The original writings of author Cierra en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015452 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I lost my father earlier this year. A bond between a father and a daughter is hard to destroy. But, I guess that assumes that it was ever there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/2835898/ Just a sappy post for my anniversary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1997097/ This is a trigger warning for sexual assault content. It's something I've been thinking about for a long time and if my story can help anyone at all, then it's worth putting it out there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1956304/ My thoughts have been confused, swirling through my head.I know what I feel is good and I wonder if you feel it, too.At first I was confused, for these words, I’ve never said.I just wish I knew if there was some secret cue.When I look into your eyes, and when I see your smile,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1926003/ Hush now my babyIt’s time to go to sleep.Dream of lands unknown to man,And forever be in peace. If this world has done you wrong,Let it go and get some sleep.If it’s time, let it be, butRest assured there’s more to see. Don’t .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1925994/ I'm definitely not a religious person but the words just flowed out so well and beautifully. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1781106/ My breathing gets shallow, it seems to be challenging meMy eyes tear up and I find it hard to concentrate on anythingIn and Out. One breath, then another.My heart flutters, my chest tries to cave in.There's no warning. There's seemingly no cause.I know I'm not dying, but I'm not sure that's relievin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1720729/ This seems to be a recurring topic in my life recently for various reasons so I decided it was time to write on it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1610926/ I'm not sure this makes sense, but it all came out at once so I decided to post it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1606102/ They say that everyone grieves differently,No process is the same.The five stages of death,they're experienced in different ways,at different times, even.Number one, for most people is denial.Feeling that your loss is a joke,Some terrible nightmare,Nothing like that could ever happen,Not to them, or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1512396/ I want to write something powerful,Words that hurt to readBut you can't seperate yourself.I want to be majestic,Perfectly crafting our voiceFor ears that cannot hear.I want to scream to the birds,Give them a new lullaby,For the days like this.I want to love,The negativity i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1498267/ I don't know how to like you.I'm not sure what to say,I haven't a clue as to how I'm supposed to act.I'm afraid to say the wrong thing,Liking you.. it terrifies me.I think about you from sun up to sundownAnd even after the lights go out,You continue to light up my world.Knowing that you exist,It sen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1490597/ Misery.That's an understatement.Never quite being sure ifYou'll make it.And if you do,Will you be whole?Will there be anyone left?You're lost at sea,The emotions insideRelentlessly beating youUntil there truly is nothing.Your raft leaks, you sink,Slowly.The water sucks you underLike the pain you wis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1478794/ This is just a bunch of things floating around in my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1474491/ This is more so a journal entry than anything. It's kind of depressing, in it's own way. So just be warned. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1469367/ I wrote this for my sister's departure to Afghanistan. It's a little over a year old but I thought I would share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1468830/ Two red streaked hands,permanently stainedCutting into the life wethought that we knew. The young boy to whomthese bloodied hands belong,Hides in the bathroom,cleaning his problems off the tile floor. Unable to speak of thecause of such resorts,He .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1468828/ There’s a feeling ofemptiness, a void of nourishment,A familiar pain. Itaccompanies the growlOf an angry bear afterhis long winter’s nap. There’s a source ofdiscomfort,To which we promisetreatment for a moment’s peace.Simply to refra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1468826/ I'm not convinced that it mattersHell, I wasn't sure that it was true.But now that the insanity is over,I'm very sure that I like you.There is no easy way to say it,Especially when you're like me.But there's just something about you,That I simply cannot unsee.You're a beautiful ind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1462065/ “Harlin, you can’t just blow up the busiest intersection in the city.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1441673/ The nightmares of what never wasOr what was only in a dreamCome back to hauntWhatever is left of meIt could have happenedAnd perhaps it didsuffocating my existenceuntil the very endClouding my thoughtsmy visions of the futureLeft barely breathingwith fear of unreal torture.The fate of those who love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1310164/ Yelling in an empty room,one that’s never silent,Lies spewed from a mouththat’s never honest.My father blinking toomuch, whispering to the unknown.My family ignoring the everpresent insanity, of a lost childhood. The infamous lies ofbeing robbed whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1233646/ We're all numb to real fear until we see the life that we've pathetically played out comes back to haunt us in those few moments before our expiration. Those precious moments given to remember all of the things you have done wrong and all of the things you never actually got the chance to do. Those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1110069/ The gateway to the past is demolishedflooding into the hopes of the futureslowly washing them away with every thought and memory. The stress of the realization that this isthe place that you live only addsto the erotion that you'll never quite escape. Slowly drowning in the sea of mistakes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1106558/ The time has finally come round,that we all must bow down.To the king of the grace,yet where no mercy is found.Fall to the earth,with an unforgiving jerk,for all that follows,is the neverending painthat's hard to swallow.Never look up,or unto thee,because you'll never forget what you're bound t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1086838/ Please get out of my head,I don't wish you there anymore.It doesn't matter what I said,I want you back through the door. I'd take it all upon me,If we could have you back.I know I'll never see,That night of all black. But, I can dream,That you were here.It doesn't quite seem,That you've go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1038321/ I had a dream last night,That scared me, so bad.It didn't feel right,This crazy dream I had. Lost in the world of my mind,Came a young girl and a demon.At first, she was blinded,To the evil inside them. Never knowing what she was doing,She hurt those who questioned it,And all who tried to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1037500/ When my brain is feeling blue,And it hurts to think of you.I will reach for something sharp,And I'll begin my art. I'll write the stress away,And I'll have something to say.For when I finally get through,I will be improved. It won't take long to feel,For no one's made of steel.You will fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1036876/ What do they see, when they look at me?It's hard to know, what really shows. What sets me out? Do I stand from the crowd?I just want believe, that I'm really me. Is it a blessing? What am I missing?Are things really as they seem? Why can't I tell, if I belong in hell?Can others see, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1036501/ Here it comes, hold on tightIt's not something you can create.Try to hide, stay out of sight,You're sure to lose it at this rate. The pain will subside, in some time.The fight to stay alive will, too.Don't sweat it, you'll be fine,Just don't let your face turn blue. If you panic, you'll ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tisXme/1034821/ I wrote this because I had a blank page with the words "As if" at the top. 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