http://slow.writerscafe.org/akiabella The original writings of author Akiabella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020053 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You're still here?I thought you'd left by now.There's only so much you can take from me;the skin was broken and it's still the same. Sometimes i hear you breathing when it's silent,and i wish the world would scream to cut the darkness.It's colder down here;somehow you cloud my v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/288392/ A different type of poem for me. What do you get from it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/288389/ copyright 2007 Christina Surdi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/267425/ You say,"Speak up, I can't hear you!"But do you really want to?Do you really care what words leave my tongue,What thoughts I choose so bravely to share? You say,Too much, you speak so effortlessly.You don't overanalyze, obsessively.There seems to be no worry in your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/264091/ The extreme measures we take to end emotional torment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/253785/ The nights are long when you're the only one they come to. They want your undivided attention, they want your concern, they want a lot from this one tiny person. You can only do so much, but you wish you could offer more. You wish you had more patience, more empathy, more answers to distribute evenl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/240196/ Liquid sorrowspills forth from an inexhaustible reserveand streams down the coffee-brown windowsof your fathomless soul.I wish to stop the rainthat falls from your heartthe anguishthat keeps you locked away in the pastwhere no one can reach youand bring you back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/239625/ Just a little something I've been working on...based on my experiences working in the mental health field. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/231140/              It's hard to go on livingWhen you feel you don’t belongWhen there’s nothing to hold you upWhen there’s nothing to keep you strong.When you feel that you are nothingThe puzzle piece that doe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/229573/ Late in the night, memories come back to tease and torture. Copyright 2007 Christina Surdi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/223054/  Who knew your smile wasjust what I neededon a day liketoday or any other?Who knew whenI never did,that your sincerity could spark something I thought I gave to someone else?I knew you; were you therefor any other reason?You knew me;Was I here forsomething I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/223032/ Previously published in The Writer's Compass, Fall 2007 Copyright 2007 Christina Surdi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/222979/ Based on a terrible dream I had. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/akiabella/222977/