http://slow.writerscafe.org/Broken The original writings of author Broken. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997058 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was nightLights flashing; Music boomingI caught your eye from belowGrabbed my things; determined to go head upI waited patiently by the elevator doorWishing it wasn’t too lateBut it already was too late �" after midnightI thought to myself “.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/2555405/ Into the hole I goReliving moments that hurt me the mostWhat is wrong with me?I find myself in this same holeAll too oftenAs I try to scratch my way outI find myself only falling deeperInto the hole I goBack to this old beaten bench I sitWaiting for a sign that will pull me outBut it never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/2489318/ I am a prisonerand away in my keep I stayLost to the world around me,trying to find my wayWith only the breeze to comfort meI sleep aloneLocked away in my tower,but no emotions are shownI tell the voice to keep it downEven they don't listenMy screams are silent as the breeze,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/1553112/ I want to be disconnected. I want to be disconnected from the world,and its people disease.The expectations, the lies, the mistakes,they are all too much for me.I keep telling myself:"You're not alone"But in reality, I'm closer than anything.Everything.I want to be disconnected,f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/979583/ I watch you spin from afar...and far away I am,from the warmth of your heart.I run my finger over the scarsthat show how much it hurts being far from you.I know what you do.You push people awayin hopes of being alone,and I ask,"Why would you want to be alone?"Especially when I am always here for you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817139/ There's a safe inside me,and its safe inside.Somewhere I can always hide.Hide from my thoughts,and memories alike,were you too young to know what those are like?But as a light lost in light,I am lost in the memories I like.Yet somehow I always lose the fight.But I will not cry at night,until my flig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817120/ I can't do this anymore.Try to get people to care more and more.This isn't what I wanted,but I guess I don't have a choice.Every time I try to sleep,I hear your voice.My body tells my mind,"Please don't let it get to you."But all my mind doesis remember everything about you.I've tried to let someone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817111/ "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was convincing the world he doesn't exsist,and like that...                                 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817091/ When I used to write well,I would take hold of any moment,picture, place, time, and emotion,and bring the words with me...everywhere I go.My hand would write stories.Flowing perfectly,like the ink in my pen.The grasp I had was incredible,but what happened since then?The same excitement,is still a th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817084/ He tells her,no matter how far away,she should always feel his love.And she does,but only for a moment.The thoughts and questions that follow her,unanswered.They keep her awake at night.When she gets lost,she's far away,hoping that happiness and peace,will find her one day.She's hopeless,so hopeless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817081/ So many questions,I only mean well.Bloodhounds do the work,to find the right words.If only I had a sense like that,so the lost wordswouldn't haunt my dreams.I ask for inspiration,but life gives me pain.Although what I really need,is change.Something to change,the way I see things.To help me bui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817077/ Can comfort come from pain?Challenges not accepted.My only obstacle.Why is it that even when surrounded in light,is it still feeling dark?I won't ever know I suppose.But I can still bring a lighter,everywhere I go,so that in dark places,I can always find light.I wait here.Waiti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817074/ Let's go to a place I know,a place full of familiarity.I want to hang on to a dandelion,and float over the streamthat leads to hidden temples of epiphanies.Down the beaten path,to the fork in the road.I want to catch in a tree,high above the ground,and stay there for awhile.Take .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/817066/   And I can see you nowpeering out your window but I know your gettinglostI can see right through your pupils nowwatching them glaze over like your anywherebut here,and sometimes smoke appears but then it all dissolvesinto the air along with your feelingsas if it would solveall your pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/651772/ Its very cold here todayMore in my heart than the oxygen surrounding meI can't help but gaze out the window at the gray skies and bare treesto think that maybe it would've been better since the past days were a trip through hot and coldWhere are you sun??I thought you would follow me on th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/646852/    I feel like I've lost all faith in reality.The ship that was made available to me has sailed, and now I'm left to sit alone in the dark, much like a child. With only my thoughts to comfort me,I find I have none.No one can keep this boat afloat and with happiness at the other .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/646851/ Its amazing that one little thing could lead to, or change my life so easily. So quickly.Everything is so uncertain,but in an instant so clear. The wind changes course, the clouds shift, and all has changed, the feeling has changed, the comfort has changed. It seems too much has chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/634244/  It's times like these that I wish I could melt with the boiling lava. Allow the heat to burn my skin like it does in my heart. When in heat, I often try to bring myself to a place full of heat and joyous emotion. If only I could melt there with you forever. Freeze time as I do my anger, an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/627531/   The thoughts of you haunt me like the paranormal of your psyche.I can't stand how I can hear your voice in my head perfectly,as if you were there.....please get out...They say if you can't go one day without thinking about someone then you still have feeling for them.Personally, I th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/627528/   I have the uncontrollable urge to ride a kite to the sky.Drifting above the worldwith a perfect birds eye view.And when birds fly high,you know somehow that they feel good.To see the sun as a huge flaming ballinstead of a bright lightbulbagainst the blue sky.Swimming in the tangerine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/627527/ When does it matter?When will you see?That the love I have for you will kill meWhen will you understand?When will you know?That my best efforts aren't just for a showWhen will you realize?When will you strive?To know that your best friend is no longer aliveWithout you I am nothingWithout you I cryI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/540147/ I'm caught yet again in this spiraling substance sending me into states of curious sensory thoughts.S**t, if only I could be the ligaments that keep your weary bones in place, because, dear friend, I am aware of how far you have ventured for true love's first kiss. If only I could tousle you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/540107/ Rondeau - For my creative writing class, I've been given a packet of quite a few different kinds of poems, and the assignment is to write my own using the decriptions and examples. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/518378/ For my creative writing class, I've been given a packet of quite a few different kinds of poems, and the assignment is to write my own using the decriptions and examples. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/518359/ For my creative writing class, I've been given a packet of quite a few different kinds of poems, and the assignment is to write my own using the decriptions and examples. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/518354/ For my creative writing class, I've been given a packet of quite a few different kinds of poems, and the assignment is to write my own using the decriptions and examples. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/518336/   Everything is so peaceful.The waves crashing over each other with such grace, I wish I could be a part of them...One day.Light fills this house with joy,All but one room...Mine.My view out my window is blank,it holds no life,No joy.Just an empty street without any travellers.Is it no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/490702/ These walls closing in on me are moving fast,and you I fear are the only one that will talk to me.What use to be a world of open mindsis now the walls locking me in.Reach through the cracks and save me,before I am locked in forever with the spiders of my past.They dance along the webs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/473852/ For seven days there has been something, a small indifferent feeling of pain.DAY ONE:Hopped on a ride to the sky after making a pit-stop in hell. DAY TWO:Felt the need to sink lower than low after being ignored by satan. DAY THREE:Got too excited about nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/473842/ These stings whispers of tearing fleshI cry for onewho doesn't arriveTears fill my eyes andleak out sacred placesCurious eyes lay down with the demonsThe demons that howlThey howl at my soulThe red curtain risesThe show begins againObnoxious grinsfilled with terrorThey ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/463193/ It seems to happen quite more often now,being put in the dark,while my old life thrives.I miss many people who are close to me,and I remember swearing,never to lose them.Although here, in the darkness,wondering about the lifepassing me by,I feel detached from the world,from eve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/450643/ Already I have found myself out of place, all too soon, I miss my friends, and I can't help but feel the need to poison my lungs. This unfamiliar way of surroundings and events consumes me, is this an art class or a carnival?Everyone around me feels uncomfortable, and pressured, tryi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/450638/ For you(: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/445204/ Right beside the familiar wires and meters that you once were.Hiding away many secrets buried deep beneath the hardpavement. I feel as if I should be ecstatic with the romancebehind how I got here, but I find none. I am trapped amongstmy regrets that I promised to never have and feelings tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/426818/ How alone do I feel right now?Beyond the exsistance and how everything came to be, before the world, and the universe, and some religious "witnessed" events... I believe I am the spec of exsistance that was there, in that space before all of it. Not of any importance or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/425644/ In an utterly silent room she sits echoed by the squeaking of the stairs,they amuse each other with their sneaky snickers,but she never really cared.They talk about her sometimes,the voices in the walls,they mock at her promiscuous acts,and drove her crying down the halls.There w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/425613/ I've reached the edge,the edge of my windowsilland at this point I finally realize what I did and what it meant.I didn't mean to cause you so much pain and remorse.This I can take out on myself without a doubt that it was something I couldn't control.  You have to believe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/413097/ The war I fight in my head is growing stronger My senses and emotions are being used as amunition and I, with the core of me, a sinking ship I sail I'm trying to find you Trying to find myself is what seems to be a bottle thrown out to sea. Please find me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/392948/  There is a place I've been to in my past time, when I was a whole different me. Before the sky had stars, and wind had whispers, and all things chocolate and sweet were at my window. This place, is unlike any other dreamt up place. This was real, this was something I have lived and wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/380740/ I can't think of the last time I died a little inside. I remember a chamber of darkness I lurked in, holding my breath while the snakes continued to slither. But the last time I died?? Maybe somwhere between the sheets of my conscious my mind decided to give up. Oh yes, that I remember.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/367444/ Some say not all that glitters is goldexcept the sheen of sweat on my thighI stop and think now of being "wet thighed with surrender" but even that is from a dark fairytaleI float in a winding stream staying far from the waters edgesharp rocks cut and pinch me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/357170/ Remember the wall, where we used to hide, remember the field, where we used to kiss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/339718/ Part 3 to "Found it", and "There". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/320739/ A few more of the old wise man's ramblings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/313007/ Sequel to "Found it" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/311081/ Finally, I have found my escape. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/309056/ Alining the stars in my night sky, forever living in darkness and prey.My worries are rising from their previously faded state and all I want is my...                        .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/308008/ In relevance to Digital Sunset's 'Right up to the source' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/300765/   I try to captureEvery lions breath, Liars breathwhile saving breathsShave the exterior layer you seeand false promises run rampant Scary figures with the touch of silkMilking in the one forever dreamand fallen promises you see change, destroy, remake you seefor on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/297257/ One day at the park... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Broken/294532/