http://slow.writerscafe.org/nickhaseyes The original writings of author Nickjohnson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028631 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If we had a song it wouldn't sound like Taylor swiftBeats would be harsh, and the hooks would be catchytrap music with soulBut that's our thing, at least to me.I'm trapped in this feeling of progressive despairYou're trapped in a mental lockbox all your own.The song would never have a ke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/1837441/ Off the top, 12am bullshit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/1538875/ sdf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/548801/ Bottle on a wall filled with a ship bearing sails headed due westeveryone says that we stand for nothing but we are waves carrying a heavy loadweighted with a burden of incriminating minds.Crack the sea and part our ship, slide it to the heart you keep&nbsp; between your hips.your muddled wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/509098/ more hopeless truths http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/373748/ nh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/368817/ sadf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/363289/ sdaf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/363285/ sdaf http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/363284/ &nbsp;It&rsquo;s two in the morning and you&rsquo;ve got your gun to my head.Ready or not I&rsquo;m ready to run, hold tight and squeeze the trigger.Breathless and lifeless I&rsquo;ll be strife less and that&rsquo;s not what I want.I&rsquo;ve never thought so much about so little thinking... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/333108/ &nbsp;To my friend, Patience,&nbsp;Ah! The eternal blooming bud, painted in lacquer. You would blossom into a man most definitely, should you ever take initiative to actually ripen and mature. The things that you have grown from include pain, pleasure and solace. Yet you do not bloom!Have I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/328085/ &nbsp;To my friend, Love,&nbsp;Let me relieve you of your duties, you must be tired by now. Sincerely let me brush the sweat from your brow and take your post. You&rsquo;ve abandoned me, and I won&rsquo;t allow the cycle to continue. I&rsquo;ll wait for you; wait for you as long as it takes, e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/328082/ &nbsp;To my friend, Loneliness,I appreciate every time you&rsquo;ve carried me on the sands, my arms tightly wrapped around the warmest neck I&rsquo;ve ever felt. You&rsquo;re amazing in every sense of the word, and you&rsquo;ve engraved your message on the sides of my hearts. 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You&rsquo;re welcome fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/328072/ &nbsp;Being with you is lying beneath the darkest canopy of trees anyone has ever seen.Focus wanders and shadows form between moments, fading into a space unseen.Lights dim and what was bright seems all but gone/Sounds flare then disappear with the words leaving you lips.So what is it that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/327909/ bjb<3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/327493/ A cute play on what i think about religion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/291434/ A cute play on what i think about religion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/291432/ jsut what i think about being honest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/271525/ I have a secret I want to telll.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/263594/ IDK http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/257872/ Felt like getting a little old school on thou. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/253400/ Something I wish I could say in person, to a friend in dire straights. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/252778/ The feeling I get when I am too close to someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nickhaseyes/251817/ When I turn away, I want that chill upon my face.I let you look upon me, and said poisoned hearts never change.Walk away, I know I never changed.&nbsp;Slip the cracks beneath my feet, andHave them flow right through me. 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