http://slow.writerscafe.org/apatheia The original writings of author Apatheia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776151963 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A ten year hiatus - how life has changed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/2838344/ Fuzzy navals, Cigarettes, Shot of vodka, More of it.Head spinning, world turning,Blacking out,Stomach burning.Crying, screaming, getting thinner,Nights not over,There's no winner.Smoking bowls, alcohol,Gum, and cigarettes,That is all.My life won't ever be the sameWith no one here to hold t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1240577/ There is this girl that lives inside my head.She feeds on the insecure, the fragile, the weak.Her innocent doll-like face, her smileLaced with promises she cannot keepOne she has yourOn your knees,She sucks you dry, like a leechYour thoughts and hersAre blurred and intertwined.She sews your lips tog.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1196762/ I was a small town girlWith hair bows & dresses twirledInnocent face that glowedBrighter than fresh fallen snowBut one day you gotta,One day you oughtta grow up.But one day you gonna,Be glued to a red plastic cup.The nightmares were too muchTo just throw awayAnd during the day they wereJust here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1196718/ I'm torturing myselfStaring at your picturesYour voice echosThrough empty figuresThe shadows beckon meTo go back to the pastThrough all the memoriesWe knew wouldn't lastYour scent is stuckInside my noseVanilla essenceA hint of roseI try.. Oh I tryBut you don't seem to careNot your responcibilityThey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1175352/ Not sure if this is poetry but I wanted to post it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1167764/ I'm running away,I'll be gone for awhileWith one pack of cigsI'll leave with a smileI'll never look backI have what it takesTo leave this s**t townAnd all the mistakesI'll break up with youAnd it will hurtBut compared to this townI'll deal with invertMy life is a tokenBut it's lost on the roadSo I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1141956/ I sit with teaPlaced in my lapMy haired tied backIn need of a napBut instead I'm readingThis lovely bookThat takes me awayAnd I am hookedThere's a princess, of course.At the far away landBut instead of being rescued,She doesn't need a man.Away from the dragonClimbs out of the towerLeaves her evil st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1091074/ A blank canvasClean and bareStarts off raw,Nothing is there.I start to draw,Followed by a mistake.But on canvasIt's hard to erase.I continue to workAround the bad spot.But again I mess upOr so I had thought.I take the small mistakeAnd I work with the spotInstead of around itI thought I'd give it a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1091067/ Can you tell that I'm trying?Can you tell that I care?Because when I need youYou're never there.But I curl up beside youAnd finish this cigaretteBut I still love youSo never forgetWhen we were once happyAnd you were my smileBut it's faded becauseYou were gone for awhileBut now you're backPlease, don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1091040/ My life has been a busy blurPeople pass, things occurIt's slipping right before my eyesI'm messing up but I improviseI'm grabbing for a solid rockBut something's there to always blockThe things that I need the mostEven if they are so closeSpinning, winding, I'm getting dizzy But I can't sit dow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1090328/ Really old poem I founddd. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1070618/ Open your eyes, breathe in.Another day begins.Thoughts crowd your mind as you awake."How much more of this can I take?"Every day seems to be the same.People around you are just faceless no names.It doesn't matter and I neither to you.So why even try what's expected to do?Someday you'll simply cease .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1069974/ Excuse me for one upping you,Sometimes, I assume I have it worse.Not saying your life's great,Repeating lines, As if rehearsed.Why tell these things to someone, Who already knows the words.To be torn open,And undone,Is not even the worst.My walls you break them down,As bridges burn behind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1069973/ I'm just so f*****g tiredIt's more than I can explainEmotionally and physicallyMy strength is no longer containedI can't find the will to careOr the will to tryMy happy joyful selfIs now modifiedStress, depression, fightingIt's more than I can holdInside I wish for something moreThan a heart that's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1063436/ With this s****y townI've had enoughI'm ready to leaveI'll pack my stuffI'm leaving the mountainsThe snow, and the coldDown to the beachWhere the sun is goldWhere everything's flatAnd you can smell the seaThere's twisted grassAnd some palm treesWith more peopleAnd everything I needWhere not everyone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1051310/ Could I start again pleaseI want to make things betterMy heart aches At the thoughts of my mistakesI've lost so many peopleMy hearts been broken too many timesMy smile's fakeI just need a breakI've loved too muchOr cared too littleI've made misjudgmentsToo many accidents http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1048863/ He kept drinking his pain awayWhile ignoring my ownShe was popping her pillsPassed out on the coach stonedHe'd hit her and hit meToo drunk to rememberShe was sleeping aroundCheating on him with the neighborHe was pissing on everythingAnd screaming those wordsShe was screaming backBut both their word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1047186/ These are the nights worth living for.Rain is pouringBut it's raising my spirits highThe sound is luringIt's making my feet flyDancing in the twilightMy hair's a dripping messEverything feels alrightWashing away distressI smile while the rain fallsJust because everything's silent,Not even a bird cal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1045820/ You told me that I'm strongYou said to let my walls giveBecause I'm just survivingif I refuse to live. You told me to take chancesPut the pieces back togetherBefore it advancesThat things will get worse then better'You said you believed in meI just need some timeWith some patience I'll be freeT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1042952/ Please don't go.You're the only figure of a mother I have.I know you've hit a low,But be patient with my dad.I've let you in.You're the first since I was a little kid.I've been hurt again.Was it something I said or did?What can I do?There must be something I can say.If only I knew.But there you go o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1042628/ Have you ever felt so hopeless -That it hurts?You've been shoved and pushed aroundInto the dirt.You were cut from your last stringcalled love.You're so worn out you swear you hearangels above?You're running out of what's leftof your longing.All you can think about is Soon abandoning -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1041844/ Tip-toeing in circles,Right back to the beginning.Messing things up again,This is how we'll be ending.I make many mistakes,And I never learn my lesson.I feel like I'm trapped.My mind is a prison.I'm spiraling, falling.I am stuck here in hell.Nothing's getting better.My thoughts are never swell... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1039212/ I wake up with a blinding light above my bed. Where am I? I look around and see that everything is white. The bed is white. The walls are white. The ceiling's white. I sit up and step out of the bed only to realize that I am also wearing white. I was in a hospital gown. My skin was even white .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1038386/ "Shhhh," the little girl whispers,"I bet you've never seen this."I look into the darkness."Please come back here, Miss"My heart starts poundingMy ears are ringing"Hurry," she says quickly.And then starts singing.I take one step forwards--hearing things crashI see the girls silhouetteThere's som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1038231/ Quick, it's wearing off.Where are my pills?Hand me that weed.F**k it, I made my will.I need my cigarettes.Who care when I had my last one?Give me my knife,Now, look what I've done.I see some powder.I don't care, let's snort it.If I mix all these things together,Maybe I won't feel s**t. I can st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1038103/ Make me see how you see the worldShow me what I'm missingI need something to keep me goingOther than reminiscingYou see the pretty things in lifeThe little kids, flowers, and smileAll I see are petty thingsLike robbers, rapists, and denial. You find joy in simple thingsMornings, trees, and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1037840/ F**k it, I'm done.You're a thing in the past.I don't care, I'm gone.I knew it wouldn't last. Trust me, I'm numb -- from your "loving" and "caring".You're returning from where you're from.This pain is unbaring. "Believe it, I'm here."You tried to convince me.Guess what's next? You disa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1036358/ Trust me, I'm a mess.You don't understand what I've been through.I'm a damsel in distress.Not that it would mean a thing to you.I'm just broken.The world doesn't seem to understand.No ones missing token.It's like I'm in no man's land.Trust me, I'm a disaster.From hell escorted to earth.I can't get a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1036027/ My stomach was turning and I was starting to feel nauseous. You'd figure by now it would be something I was used to but apparently it wasn't. One . . . Two . . . Three . . . I kept counting but it was never enough. A new addiction I thought I'd never have, began to take control. Everything jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1035938/ My feelings are exploding,My emotions, my sight, my breathIt's unloading.My pulse is rushing, my face is paling,My feet are running,My voice is wailing.A calling for help, a calling for need.A scream, A gasp, whisper,Slowly turns into a pleed.The sweat is dripping, it's pouring, falling.My gras.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1035871/ Pain is but a feeling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1035402/ Poem about leaving. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1035299/ Thoughts, and more thinking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/apatheia/1034503/