http://slow.writerscafe.org/malucas The original writings of author Antoinette en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205545 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am abroken thing. A charredand bitter heart grown cold.Forgettingto feel joy, and sometimes pain,Thestrangest and loneliest season of the heart. To the pointwhere one forgets to try,Theconsequences seeming petty compared to the here and now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/malucas/561764/ It's a curse, dancing for the moon to escape a damp pillow case.When all eyes are closed and my heart is feeling lost.When yesterday won't let me go and a smiling face becomes my foe; I'm alone.Drumming my fingers in the cold to keep from touching snow. Singing a song that I don't know to cove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/malucas/472311/ It gets hard to open my arms; to smile like I'm fine.The purpose that drove me forth retires now.I must find ground that I can walk around on carefree and happily.I can't count the seconds fleeting no mercy for this troubled life. I'm screaming because I couldn't stand a life with for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/malucas/467893/ Flashing lights, slow paced shadowsBlury buildings beneath a starless skySo many people casually passing byShe rolls down the window to let in the night Earlier events fade from her mindInstead thoughts linger on the unknownCreating stories for those waiting at the lightAre they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/malucas/253724/