http://slow.writerscafe.org/othersideofthe The original writings of author HidingBehindTaylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775993018 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 First of all. I really don't care how we roleplay, but I'm not a friend collector. This might seem like a lot but it's not. These are not rules and I'm not going to unfriend/block you because you break one. I just want to avoid chaos.   Out of Character: I'm not on here to share .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1416758/ I've been alone for a long time now, but I'm not lonesome when I hear this beat. I've traveled the world, that was dropped at my feet. I've left behind a trail of cosmic dust, yet love won't follow me. I've chased its cruelty across the globe and I've fallen hard for the things I've s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1416752/ The world was engulfed in a blanket of dark grey clouds. It was the color of a long rotted corpse, lifeless and silent became the earth. No sunlight seeped throughAnd from the heavenly perspective it looked to be an ebony marble. If there was ever an end of days; this would be so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1408334/ A very short story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1406451/ You are magic, you are wanderlust and you are swimming in my veins. I can feel you traveling through; a river flowing to the ocean of my heart.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1406445/ Darling, there's no more need for worry, as you are slowly fleeting. Though the memory of you is clear and haunting. This my love, are just words of longing; of the days we once were each other's.When I reigned the stars and you as the skies that once held me. I still feel the echo of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1402488/ Stars fall to the groundIn a perfect, serene landThat glinted new hope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1399823/ Cities turn to golden ash. Inside Earth is sin. No cloud can wash its skin.Unfortunate, blistering soul.Forests once  flourished.Now, is this decaying hole. Covered aplenty, it often rains fire.A home now full of bones. No longer sings a chior. Welcome, the land is dyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1394219/ Though this life is never ending,in the world we push to keep turning,our reasoned minds in need of mending.Only in these dreamswhere we're anything but human.Heavy is the destruciton.Far behind is this revolution.If willed by the sovereign,it will be brought to ruins.Corruption seeps the heart,cont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1392516/ When the Fairytale has ended http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1392408/ I should not existFor I am both immune and vulnerableTo the ways of AngelsTo the life of MenAs insignificant as the nextThough less harmful than any other in existenceAge will pass as it always doesI will be changed with the tomorrowJust as I will be unfazed with the presentCompletely unaware along .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1373216/ I'll be a snail in my next life.Slow and easy.Eating away all the leaves.Simply, carefree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1348332/ Who I wasWho I amTo youWho you wereWho you areTo meSomeday apart of something infinitePart of the riversForestsAirTo spiral in my most free formTo be stardustGalaxy UniverseI am always thereAnd I am hereYou are hereAnd you are thereWhen I am notWhere we will beTogether http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1340281/ Though from time to time these images flash.And those songs don't mean the same. I count my blessing. Remember all the times. We can't live until those roses die.These days I hope to see a new moon.But all I see is you.And we won't speak of love. We can't live until those roses d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1242939/ I never meant to let you feel these dissolution's, but from the way that I walk you should have seen the stumbles.I've kept you on a tight leash, oh sweet boy, you should have never strayed.Is it my wrath you'd least expect? Perhaps, I was far to kind in this game. Would you like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1242937/ And they say that Rome was not built in a dayBut that's so far yesterdayHorses wild and freeAnd these are my explosionsTo fight over these oceans Shows of our mightier designTook for granted this godly bloodlineLike pure ancient wineWith no answers from the seerOur hearts on the riseThe sun sim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1242495/ "When I think too much, I scare my mind."Like those days; you cry just because you can. "Its like those times you feel dead, when everyone else around you is so alive." The stories that run through your head, the people. "I still can cry. Am I a total lost yet?" They've become yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1172749/ We become so numb, so detached and our hidden emotions come out from hiding-- Like some child on Halloween night,Who hides in the bushes with a sheet on their head.We are ghosts and we wander.No real purpose to serve-- Until.A young girl by the name of Monique, why she's just a child herself.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1165622/ Dear, AnyoneDon't forget about me.I sat down on the bed.A tear to drown the floor.See the pain now?Grabbed the water.You think too much,that you're trouble.The many pills. Waited months for you to hear the call.Can you hear me now? I've given the signs.I'm waiting for your reply.Peaceful. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1131637/ You used to be like the caramel I ate for morning breakfast. This is the first.The last or so it promised.You've taken everything. My family no longer cares. My friends have left. Strangers they notice, but say nothing.This is the second. I promise it won't hurt.It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1130559/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1130039/ "I'll drag you under; until you suffocate."I never read much into the words he said. Never cared, because I didn't believe. Didn't believe something so vial could exist in the world. Not until he smiled. How? Looking down I saw chains.Silver they glistened. My hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1129449/ I screamed.They heard.It's just that; They didn't care. That's how life goes. You could slit your throat in front of a crowd.They would go on with their day.It's sickening. I've churned.I can't sleep. I jiggled the lock a thousand and one times.I could hear from the other si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1129446/ Because everyday I've seen you walk by.I've recognized your face. Realized your movements, your reasons.I want to break out. Though it's only in the quiet that I hear myself breath. ShushNo.The silence in my mind is doomed.The thoughts race repeatedly. Is this how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1127167/ It's never been so simple.Never shown so bright.Never poured so long. It's never...She's never smiled so bright. He's never worn hoodies so much.It's invisible.Yet, it has never shown so clearly.She slashes. Just once.One last time.She promises. Just one. To numb the pain.Deep enough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1127160/ Weak. Had written me. I was breathing, but I was not alive. Take me anywhere but here. Feet.Were not in my control.Sleep was doubtful.I ran until I collapsed. Water.The never ending trait caught me. Carried into the unknown. I was not the only one afraid. Trus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1124301/ Words like "Forever" had made there way upon your lips.Though I knew it was untrue. Impossible. The sun set my heart on fire, leaving nothing but ash. The skies never looked so orange and yellow before. The grass has never looked so white.So clean. To take away the filth fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1121310/ Shinobi = Ninja http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1120650/ Perched upon the winding grove. Mind frozen in war. One so young, should have never seen.With eyes so frosted green. That wicked lash from the mind. We all have missed you.You didn't say good-bye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1114795/ That sweet elixir poured through her body, only to find it was poison pressed against her thin ruby lips. Her tears were salty and stung the rips; in her thin ruby lips.For each tear was the only replenishing thing she drunk.Drunk for the passion had stained so deep. Her vision blurred, he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1114782/ The constant resistance to the finer things in life. Always on accident. Never on purpose.Relying, hoping to win the lotto.Always wondering what it's like to have more money than she's known what to do with.To feel the fine pressed silk against her bony skin. Even with food stamp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1072743/ Each night I laid silently.A week of silent hell embedded in my own mind. The sun was hiding and the clouds were weeping with me. Then instantaneously, running an errand. I felt a sudden warmth rush to my cheek; a warmth rain can not provide.And the tears wash in with the sharp jagged.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1057634/ I've seen the emptiness of glass three-hundred and sixty five days. This once. Sixteen hours, on the hour. With only three hours of sleep.Four droopy lines hang below the haze upon your face. I've lost my senses. To this thing we call "pleasure".For why? To make our lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1055622/ "Wake up Nalah, time to wake up." That voice seems so familiar. I stretch my hand out and slowlyopen my left eye."What are you doing?" The voice had asked."Nothing" I reply. I finally realized it was just my Mother speaking. Was it morning already? I turn over to look at myclock, six thirty-six.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1038481/ I want to feel your strands of hair against mine, I want to feel your arms around meAnd your hands on my waist.While I can lay my head on your shoulder and just think.On days I'm at my weakest and I've hit my lowest.It's times when I am forced to face my fears.I need this moment of closeness.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1038146/ Woods dead and dreary,A love hot and steamy.Rose that never bloomed,but never sowed.In their minds they cried for each other, longing.Panting for the woods they run.A tree shaped as a throne to weave their love into.For lovers, growing as two separate leaves.They had ran to that tree.For each other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1037686/ Red risen sun.Bleeding tears. Here I lay. And I feel near. So, far gone. So far down.Digging graves. Quietly. Not speaking a sound. Speak, but speak soft. In order not to raise suspicion,Or awake those who wish us harm. To not offend or fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/othersideofthe/1037469/