http://slow.writerscafe.org/hgm The original writings of author Hannah en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775249878 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A romantic mind is hard to find as most of us live blind in a world of materialBut I'd rather have a palm filled with priceless post-it poems with youthan pretend plastic pieces of soul bought sorely with a price from the rest of themI haven't met you but outside of my world I know you are thereIn a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/1981863/ Shouting through to the empty walls, there is no recipient for the longing of souls connected,Desperation for belonging buried what little flame there was, masking it behind a facade of smiles unreal with contempt and defeatAnd the disappearance begins, beckoning and calling names to taunt panic and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/1974374/ Parallels of new realities leave room for a hope once thought unattainablePushing back from the grain of the mundane, we remain hereSolely stuck pleasantly in a repeating dream of echoing laughter andspiraling thoughts, getting lost and becoming foundRedone beginnings complete the repeat of a hello .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/1974256/ Clinging to spaces nonexistent in timeWords rage through the cracks to create an exposure of vulnerabilityClashing with the existential reality of that which is placed on the sidewalkDamaging reflections of introspect reach beyond the veil of moralityGlimpses of a kindred home wreak havoc on the sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/1974248/ A wild hope bringing restoration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/1234885/ For the very moment when chaos stopped and serenity began. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/1234881/  I had to share my mind's prisonticktockI had to break the newsticktocktickI had to utter the very words that......stuck in my heart......made me scream inside for help It was too hard to keep it insideyet I didToo hard to remember ityet i do And now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/211905/  Slow, pounding, rush of blood Like drums in the hollow ground Flowing through my veins As the voice of my conscience Echoes through the night. I breathe But the air is stale Polluted With words I call anything but home. Rusty Fear controlling the shadows of my misdemeanor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/211903/  the dust has only just begun to fadeaway, with my past of many busy streets of people continue their world as i play hide and seekwith myselflost, driftinglike the helium filled balloon that was let goby the innocent child beneath my worldmy heart is an inkless penwith no m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hgm/207941/