http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ayoitzscott1 The original writings of author Scott en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776229372 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Possession is a dangerous emotion.Remember what you have, appreciate it, or lose it. Why do some things seem insignificant, until the outcome is loseof possession?  I guess if we all hold on tight, you will never enjoy it;  if you let go, you will watch it go away. Life d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/657861/ It's about, finding myself, who I really am. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/612087/  My ReflectionI appear in the mirror as another,Beyond myself and all that I am,My reflection displayed is far,Known for my pseudo being,Who I am, who I will be … has vanished.I stand amongst the misty air and brittle ground.The night grows long,The air is thick,Alone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/473529/ Why Can't Anybody See My True-Self? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/374548/ I sit in the dark and shadows of the night.Misty air amongst the brittle ground,A rose in the eye of crispy fright,Envy decay,Mortifying delight,And no one to be sound. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/279534/ Bound the ropes,Of everlasting hope,Now cut them free,Along with my dreams,Rise the forgotten,Carry away,All but no regrets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/279532/ My life feels like its ending. Its just floating away, along with my dignity and my soul which is in the wind, which is being crushed in dispite. As I sit in the cold wet snow, As I ponder Amongst the ritc, How is my life ending, dying in a ditch. I wish this could all change as I cryed Like a b***h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/175379/ I regret these days I lost,One big past, Futurs most,The rise of death, Begining left,Brought upon me, The despise and depth,You failed to support my body,you've let me fall and how?Theres no hope, so please dont try,You cant save me now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayoitzscott1/175319/