http://slow.writerscafe.org/agonce The original writings of author Gonce en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775546494 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I watched some fireworks onthe fourth of july,the most patriotic way to celebratesuch a day.I watched the explosions,heard the booms,enjoyed the light show in theskys.Inside though, I was thinking,about the bigger, less beautiful,less colorful explosions accuring across the glo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/285173/ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/276583/ Who has to be at work in five hours?Who has to go to school?Who has nothing to do,who is hungry,who is poor,who is happy,who is tired,who is sad,who is discontent about nothing,who is complete,who is disconnected,who is insane,who is miserable,who is normal,who is success.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/276581/ I am contemplating suicide,simply because it would be a divergance from thenorm,and that is what I base my life on,and I am slowly starting to realize thatthat lifestyle will never amountto much at all but an empty bottle of wine,a crushed cigarette,a gloomy computer screen,an empt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/276579/ "All your writing about pain and suffering is a bunch of bullshit"~Charles BukowskiWrite about my sorrow,and screw tomorrow,for what is tomorrowbut a dream or a wish,the red cape with Godthe Matador.Write about my feelingsand lose hold of the thingsthat I am.For who is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/274814/ I spat on the concrete and called itresistance.I punched a hole in the ceiling and called itfreedom.I danced in the street and called itliving.I yelled at the sky and called itacceptance.I turned off the lights and called itdeliverance.I turned them back on and called itdamnati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/274694/ It upsets me,as a "poet",when I write something that causes people to applaud,when I intended it to makethem cry about the existance they'reliving.I guess it is just their way of reversingthe blow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/274671/ I find it funny how thosewho choose to take their lives,whether by pills or hanging froma noose or a knife to the wristsare the ones who everyone calls coward,when everyone else is afraid to die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/273675/ I have spent most of my lifewith that man,that friend.I seen him laugh, seen himcry, seen him angry.Seen him as a child,seen him as a fool,seen him as a hero.One day I will watch hiswedding, beatiful it will be,dressed in black.and one day I will visit his housewith his childre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/273470/ You know what scares me to death?The idea that one day I will be laying on my deathbed,looking back at my life, and thinking:damn, I wasted way too much time online. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/273410/ I was told to write a poem using five words,well, more or less phrases,so that I could win my name in a magazine,or something.I sat for a minute, and thought, why not?I'll go on ahead and throw my dynamite to the sea!Whats the worst that could happen?If they don't like my stuff, well t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/254138/ I did what most people do,in times of heartbreak, depression and gloom.I turned on the radio, and listened away,to heartbroken masses, singing me the blues,trying to find an answer, or anything at all.A Claudio told me to crush her face in a door,but I do believe I will refrain from that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/251543/ It's funny how just laying in bedwith someone you love makeseverything seem to go away.Nothing matters, no more worries,no debt can ruin the moment, actions left undone no matter.The future melts away into that perfectmoment of warmth and serenity,nothing matters, you have no care,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/221116/ When you think you've lost it all,when you feel like there is nothing left,go sit on a park bench with a beautiful girlfor hours into the night,and see if that does you some goodlike it did me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/221115/ At the bottomof this hill I drive onquite often there is anintersecting street with a stop light to keep people safe.On some nights I start to head down thehill and I stare at the pole,with my foot touching the brake,and I watch that pole all the way downdown,    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/221110/ I thought about suicide,how easy it would be,to jump or pull a trigger,tie a rope or down some pills.But then I thought of thepeople around me, and whatthey would say.A coward, too weak to go on,that is what they'd carve on my tombstone,and no one really wants that.What about tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/221107/ You sit there with questions.With frustration and confusion anda broken heart(whatever that really means)typing with a paper towel wrapped aroundyour still bleeding hands.Three hours?  Still?I may die tonight, pouring my essenceonto this paper or that paper,one stained black the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/220365/ Love.  Love. AIMER, VOUS ETES LE MEIN!S'il vous plait,I need to be with you now.No longer just yesterday,no more tomorrow,aujourd'hui!I have not swam in eyes for what seems so long,please return, and teach to me swim,dans votre mer,avec les dauphins et reves.We have needs, d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/220357/ To think those b******s,the grinning b******s withouta care could not know, havenever known the pain I know now!And they ask why I don't grin,why I don't smile at everything,or why I hate it, hate it all!But, to think, those people who'veseen more pain than me, and yetare still abl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/219673/  This pen across the paperis like a knife against my skin.Both bring pain, tears, screams.Both bring relief, a short livedcomfort that lets me know I'm still alive.A subtle expression, only for few to see, true signs of myinsanity.Cries for help?  Callings for pity?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/219671/ Can you tell me where to put my heart?In a fishbowl or in a coffee can, or maybe inyour hand?Can you help me find a place for all these dreams,instead of in my head?Maybe in your car or maybe in my bed,on the streets and in the restaurant booths.I need your help to clear my misery,du.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/219260/ 2 O'clock.In the morning,12 degrees outside,only car on the freeway,music blasting, windows rolleddown, missing you.I let go of the wheel, pressed downthe accelerator, threw my arms upin front of me, grin sketched on my face,wow.So alive for one minute.Amazed.Perfect.Well, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/219237/ As a woman hugs a coffin and weeps over her dead child,another woman marches for the right to abort her own.As a man lights a flag on fire,a bomb elsewhere burns another man who fights for that flag.A man makes a gun fueling the economy,though thirty years later that gun will be taken to a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/215328/ My dream home is a small, single storybuilding with four rooms and maybe a closet.In each room there will be one lamp, big lampsthat fill a room with light, and I'llonly have one lightbulb so when I want to moveso too will the bulb move.Four lamps and four bulbs isn't sensible!One bulb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/215323/ Life is a lot like everyone says it ison the radio or the television.Life is bland and complex, fullof dish soaps and deodorantsand car tires and fleas.Coupons and red tagsmake us tick, dinero makes us aliveso today I must be dead for againmy pocket is empty along with mystomach bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/215321/ Lighting another cigarette and sitting back,watching the world move on before me,potential in every car, in every walk,every step taken in the same sad directionwith wills lost to the wind.I am sad, and so are you, and forthat I find a reason for us to fight,but tranquility is much bet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/215320/ And so it comes so mercilessly,the chance to say goodbye,the chance to move on be freeand careless,ha.Redemption is supposed to feelgood they tell me,but I can't see this as redemption at all.Hopes and dreams and wishes lost,away to a smile and a broken tooth.Cavities and bills a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/206371/ He said it was deja vu,looking back on youas in me,of course,and while you thought this would rhyme,I didn't neccessarily have the time,to think straight or be straight or have my dick raise straight becauseof the confines of waistbands and underageand  tomorrows cross.The c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/agonce/206368/