http://slow.writerscafe.org/narenado The original writings of author N.A. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010163 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I avoid myselfEvery empty hallway of myselfThe corners of itwalls bent downGoing up and upPeople have no ideaHe’s made me so miserable and so happyI’m starting to questionWhy I chose any humanHe’s deadHe’s very deadCounting beadsA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1330534/ Dirt gathersand blows awayand it changes so muchit starts to all look the sameNo hand sticks out farther than the otherIt starts to all feel the sameThere are no new colorsMy head starts to hurtat the clicks and popsIt noisily despisesevery independent thoughtI use.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1326923/ I am angry at a lot of thingsbut I’m mostly angry at myselfI don’t want to remember whySo let us talk about something else“It feels bad”doesn’t really describe itAll I can sayis that it’s unpleasantMy limited knowledgeof these thingshas lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1314846/ Tired of trying to make life happenThe currents steadier and stronger than I amStronger than I'll ever beIt's better and greater than meI am out there outside of thisThe body is really a limited vesselI would even call it a prisonAnd I should go forth with some extravegent plan?I'm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1293603/ It's stupid and damnedIt was damned from the beginningI will never get what I wantTalking about itNever made it betterIt still does notMake it betterI'm more confused than I ever wasIt was better as a dreamWhy did I let it escape my head http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1293047/ Insomnia is a b***hAnd depression is a ball and chainBrokenAnd breakingI said I'm broken And breakingYou knew I was troubledBut chose me anywaysYou chose meYou chose me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1291269/ We all start off as strangersand we all die as strangersEach universe within usis infiniteWe can hardly count the starsAnd nobody knows me better than I doAnd I don’t know everythingIn my dreams In my subconscious are unmeasurable amounts of secretsSecrets .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1290601/ eh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1287562/ Broken glassat the bottom of your feetnobody sees but meyou chucked your beer into the darknessThe darkness is not all I seeIt’s dying and it’s livingperfectly intertwiningwith the dirt you can seeAll the specs of greed We’re dying and we’re livingWe’re hiding because w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1275537/ It's about aging in the America. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1267368/ The air smells happy and sadat the same timeIt’s been too windyI don’t get to self destructI don’t hate people butthey like to crash theircars into methe wind blows southIt’s angry and loudIt rebelsusing trees as lipsto whistle “it’s here”why do I need passi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1263276/ I see them againThe shadows creep on inIt’s no ghostI’ve seen its handIt’s not transparentit blacks out everythingand I can’t stand itIt’s a paradisea paradise that makes you scream and fightIt doesn’t make sensethat’s how I know you’re in itand you&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1263267/ I rant a bit. This poem is more blunt than the other ones. It's about death and not being able to control my thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1258743/ I hate talking about my feelingsbecause I think it’s a waste of timewhy did I agree to this?I was optimistic for a minuteevery time I received that textThis is some bullshitbut it’s like I mattered to someoneSoon it turned bitterand I wasn’t surprisedIt’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1258732/ The light is therebut it’s weaksmotheredby cold airYou’re still afraidWe’d be miserable anywaysI’m stealing lemonsand breaking bondsI dreamt of burning it downI left dynamitein the houseI can’t deal with itAnd running past meare ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1248129/ I cannot hold a conversationright nowthe closet speaks but notright nownowThe happiness I feelIt drips awaydown the draininto streamsthat break apart on his faceOpenClosedThe eyelids goAll my fears are stored in a roomA tiny roomThe pale green paint is chippingand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1234044/ It's somewhat about drinking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1234041/ the ocean is alivethe water's coldi run into the wavesit's winterbut there is no season cold enoughbody's numbi don't get how this is uncomfortablei lay on my backi float on the surface easilyi stare at the skywhite clouds move quicklyi sink on purposeso the waves run over mei hear the crashi see th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1231902/ A short story that is somewhat about my childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1231891/ This is about alienation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1231871/ Made in May 2009. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1230691/ A manic rant. I made this in 2008 or sometime around there. My poems used to be like strange stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1230689/ Just guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1230678/ I breathe it inthe colors I seeare all I amhidden in memoriesare you and I and thisspit it outlet it leaveSounds of youbreak up the darkand I can’t hold it inlines of blue mix inI can’t grasp ithow it just seeps inwhatever this isIPaint it d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1221786/ Your love was always conditionalcondition being I’m not sureMaybe to remain myselfWell, I’m always changingso I’m always someone elseNot sure what this isbut everything has a conditionYeah maybe i’m never myselfbut I do what I wantYeah I do what I wantIt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1221785/ Rarely do I think of youYou were unhappy thenbut the smile you carry nowyou carry nowWe walked the field togetherTylenol reminds me of our conversations andyour thoughts of suicideYou drank the punch and this time you didn’t throw it upThat smile you ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1221784/ I am a victim of nothingthe ants were on the counterboils forming under the skinit sickens meOver cooks the pastasometimes bores me senseless recently I became allergic to his affectionhis voice frightens mesharp but not cleverhe tries to hurt meI hate him He told.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1221780/ I am a silly personand I have a silly lifeI have become so involved with imaginary charactersthat I neglected the real onesI guess it does not matter reallyI can not tell the differenceanymoreI know my jokes do not make sensebut at least I am laughing at themI am awake for nowb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/narenado/1221776/