http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kayli The original writings of author Kayli en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006235 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 here we examine the unnatural habitat of the balloon- a ceiling in the summer months when free, they take flight to the trees often times missing their targets. They fly to long, forgotten lands Floating through the sky, their little streamers dancing away The little balloon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1728277/ To create a path between the blood and the airwe live in painour minds trembling in fear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1728276/ We must find our way in the darkFor we are new in this painFor that we must embark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1728275/ He has a demon insideEverything that is in his heart;He died in his intellect, with an understanding to the deadThat is why we must part http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1722964/ I loved until it hurtI loved until I went numbUpon every tear is a wordFlowing along and will never be heard http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1722718/ Demons are created in our mindsIn infinite seasof suicide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1722717/ The demon inside has taken everything from my own mind,to the point I feel dead inside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1722715/ The darkness provides an escapeFrom the desolate void that gapesTraumatized by my own mindHovering over tangible suicideFor in the darkness, I reside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1720195/ There is a note and on the floor it liesA desperate, disparate note of suicide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1720194/ Swallowed by the mouths of the voices in my head.Desperate to escape my own mind,for I deigned to be normal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1719904/ I am more than whateven normality can foresee,For in my own alien skin I can't leavefor I am destined to be lovedby someone greater than normal,far greater than what I can believe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1719903/ Dealing with some stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1719203/ Thoughts I've had while recovering from my second suicide attempt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1481938/ With this newfound state:This height of glory post-tread from the barren,I've become entitled. Entitled to the in and animate seemingly superior to gloom.Realms traversed, quick bursts of timeto incessantly replace fear with courageous curiosity Questions of doubt to questions of execution, a possib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1322883/ A vignette. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1181570/ My breakthrough poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1123616/ ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1123615/ Haven't written in a while. I've progressed very far elsewhere in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1073281/ The days go dark Always drearyA never ending mysteryfor the battle to get worseor betterA never ending war with one's heartSeemingly pointless;It is only a matter of timebefore one cannot recall what one was fighting for.Who was one at the start?Long lost memories soon awakenedOld truths n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1059040/ Abandonment, lonelinessDifferent, yet all the sameSelfishness and spite will soon forgetthe names Destroyed and burned by supposed mental gains,Risen from the ashes No longer the sameNow stronger than the victor A new sense a vigorAll stood still, yet nothing remained T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1059039/ These indecisionsConformed of desperationLost; Shrouded in mysteryFeeling nought but disdainin the opponent's entropy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1059038/ Written out of pure impulse, stress, and insomnia. Note for reviewers at the bottom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1044971/ Too much of a generalized poem to be able to choose a specific title. I'll change it once I think of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1043948/ Your place in this worldso undefined infinitelyWe are what we believe ourselves to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1041720/ Generically titled. But, you get my drift. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1041679/ The feeling is not reciprocated,it's just not the same.All hope had been false,overwhelmed by pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayli/1041610/