http://slow.writerscafe.org/OctoberJoy The original writings of author O.J. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776040071 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Slowly...yet surely.I am disappearing from the clotheshanging from my frame.Disappearing from the livesof my dear once friends.I am disappearing... yes.and it doesn't feel that bad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/1262324/ so drag me aroundi won't mindbuti have no intentionof letting myself become yours,intentionally ,and to the fullest. because i still separatemy ways fromyour waysfrom right waysand wrong waysbut these daysi might justget up, take offmaybe leave you on your own,or better yetleave you alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/1089053/ Should it come as a surprisethat you're still the same personyou used to bewhen we were friends?well, what the hell did I expect?That you'd drop those feelings,shed them like old clothesand give me a fresh startlike nothing evereverwent wrong in your life?with you... hypocrisy ... maybe, I'm just li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/828573/ Yes, yes, alright. After only three attempts to get me out of bed I gave in. By the time I was in the bathroom I knew I wasn't going to do what I was told to do today.I didn't feel like it. And that was that. I'll do it tomorrow. Or eventually anyway.Staring at my reflection in the mirror the i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/788391/ my heart is failing me again.becauseas I write this you're therewith her...and maybe,just maybe,you're theremaking outwith her... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/780499/ night...the dingy lights and the subtlesound of the leavescreating an atmosphere.my mind is slowsmokey and warm...  a hash bag...you're sitting just there across meand silence...enveloping our beingslike a pool of nothingness... but to say that that's so wrong, it is far from it...we know.and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/777783/ I came home stumbling, after driving in a car with her. Put on my pajamas and once again regretting not making a move. A move on a straight girl, another one in that line. Alchohol would have made me brave enough, but it wouldn't erase the embarrassment. Oh no.Hell, I can't even say I believe in gay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/673008/ love poem/ Croatian original + translation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/670554/ repulsive!yeah, that's the word...so muchI wouldn't even touch myselfor f**k myselfif I wasn't myselfmyself.and that's f*****g sadit's the saddestfuckingthingI've ever felt. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/661894/ for all the people who follow their dreams into the unknown, not fearing anything. respect you for that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/418127/ you say take me far,far away from this place,somewhere I can share my dreams,where I don't have to speak,where I can to kiss youwithout being scared,where I can shut the hell upand just belong ,where I can shout as loud as I can:This is Home! you say take me far,and I ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OctoberJoy/281862/