http://slow.writerscafe.org/WoundeadMedik The original writings of author John McDonald en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172985 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I recently got this new idea of getting out what I want to say to people I'm angry with, have problems with, or some sort of kink, that I am unable to, or unwilling to verbally communicate with them. So I'm writing them poems they will never see. This one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/398162/ I had a talk with my old legal guardian, I called her for a birthday, and while it was entirely pleasant, I know we were both thinking entirely different thoughts than what we communicated. This is about my youth with her I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/384447/ It's cold up here in spaceSo frigid in this celestial abyssI think I may not last longMy blood fast becoming iceBut from here I can seeThe world; our EarthFrom here it is a gemThis great beauty I now seeWill make far better a memoryThan those I have of homeSo on my perch otop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/308110/ I listen to this music becauseThe people around me would thinkThat I'm the manic I really amIf I screamed in their earsSo I'll let someone else do it to me I listen to this music becauseMy frantic, erratic, sporadic, thoughtsSomehow come back to earthWhen I hear the words of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/289067/ It was storming this evening so I wrote. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/277232/ I just my Skullcandy headphones in today, and they sent me these gold and white headphones, instead of the sweet black ones. I was rather crestfallen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/274020/ This stemmed from another AIM conversation, where my friend said my flirtatious attempts were cute, which was better than creepy. So I got creepy. Dig it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/273329/ A friend told me that she knew that no god existed. I thought that was a foolish thought, as we never will know until we die, and perhaps not even then. I'm not narrowing this down to any one religion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/272537/ This is a work in progress. I'm not entirely satisfied with it, nor do I know it's purpose. In the latest rewrite I included a tribute to the Evil Dead series. I guess it's just a fun piece, trying to reach out of my comfort zone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WoundeadMedik/271628/