http://slow.writerscafe.org/california15166 The original writings of author Natasha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985476 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lying on that bedThe best I ever hadExcept , not anymore.The sheets torn offAnd..naked all aroundAs if I knew….I just knewThis would all come to an endThe paint so newWe were going to start somethingWe could have grewBut we were side by sideAnd it never felt rightInstead in my mindI just want.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/2011640/ I don’t want my thoughts to destroy the war in the inner flesh.The intuitions scream like a just lit fire.The flames light up your eyes, but your soul remains calm.The eyes tell all. Perplexed darkness within.I want to fall into your arms knowing I chose the right life.The fear of abandonment .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/2000573/ sometimes one has to end something and leave the comfort http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/2000572/ Disapproval and distance tears apart your insides.Deep inside you know,but it doesn't make 20 years disappear.The pain is still nearpresent and painfuleasily letting it control.There is no way out once you're down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1827826/ Sometimes we have to move forward with the pain attached to our backs.Such pressurefollowing - lingering- for a while.The force shoots down.Bricks - added- addedas the body collapses.The restful state breathes in, neither numb nor peaceful. The healing is a burden.I just hope it gets better.During t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1827824/ Life, presently, is what I created.Downsized to a small, yet livable homeporch with a swing, for those moments.The freedom to travel, but still livethe wide grasslands bring the energythe stars can be seen in the night.The sunflowers are aligned like warriorsready to bring the childhood back.It&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1785627/ These deaths are slung up on the wall,like no one cares after 30 days. Watching out the window - saying goodbyelistening to that one Hollywood songPlay, stop, repeat, over - overeach time - that damn song….We all look the same - in the end. No youthful way to flee, the cornerstones falland we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1735910/ Today it rained,most importantly- figuratively speaking.The irony of spoken wordswas just foreshadowed.It rained- it poured,but most importantlythe true colorsraised to the surface.How dare the abundance of griefbe defined by the lack of communication. Today, it rained - literally speaking.The dropl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1734400/ Between the tightrope of presentand looking up to the futurethe grave is still empty.All I have to do is slip and tumbleand everything will be effervescent again.I’ll hear the thumpbut I'll eventually be with parasites.The voices hold all of the control.All I want to do is converse with my min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1720223/ It's easier to find the faults in ourselves, than to better ourselves. It's easier to feel fear than to do something about it. Just because it's easier doesn't make it right. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1716337/ The leader in my hands walks the path of daisies,hoping for a new change. The claws come out, but mummified voices do not listen.  Hello! Is there anyone? The view reminds me of my own depictions,frame by frame- snapping and revolving. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1709027/ The water bleeds through the layers of tissue,too hot for my likingbut right now I don’t care.Why do I have to put on that facade?Just morph and move on,but instead I just lay. At the end of the day it’s all the same.My haggard thoughts; I ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1705420/ The waves of my own body flood with anticipation.The new tides of day have come around,just in time it will be different.Days- isolated, have turned into a trench.Days- that went too fast, and some too slow. The control it’s not quite there,but everyone is a progress fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1705416/  Your mind verbally spews the inside doings.Never will you know that I already store each and every one in my pocket. Every passing lie grows a deeper depreciation.The beauty of lying, you truly are pitiful at.One thing I know I am keen at seeking, the truth -- &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1705411/ I sit here and ponder the dayswhen kids wouldn’t let me play.I would crouch underneaththe wheel of the ship,as I shielded myself from the bullies.I would collect the agateslike a scavenger,until I had a full jar.But, my dad dumped them outsaying there were t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1691101/ I sat in my room daily,with my purple wind up radio.It was nothing special to most kids,Who already had C.D players. It was all I had, and it was mine.  I just wanted…….And hoped to hear a change.A voice of escaped realities,The pumping of the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1686018/ Sometimes all I can think to do is……Imagine asphyxiating your cavities.Your unclean words will be of no more.As the head spasms out of controlIt slowly goes limp.Soon comes the rigor mortis……..I try to bring myself back, But the memories drain-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1682529/ racing forward through the days,hearing all of the effervescent characters.Why can’t I be like them?I crawl deeper, into this shell.This is just not for me,But I can’t deny it.I want to be like them. Even though,this mentality is just,in the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1682513/ My brains capacity has failed.I failed for years,Continuously putting myself in new situations.Beating myself, I rememberBeing in the porcelainWaiting to go -- go under the waterForever-As the water spills over my lips,And instead of memories,There will be mistake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1675021/ I wanted you to be my role model.I wanted to believe……that you broke away,far from your frenzied self--just like he told me.Instead, it has all vanished.Change doesn’t happen in the air.You could have showed zeal. You could have transformed.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1674996/ childhood flashbacks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1657113/ The leader in my handsWalks the path of daisiesHoping for a new change The claws come out, butMuffled voices do not listen Hello! Is there anyone? My own childhood depictionsOh, how the view reminds meFrame by frame �" snapped an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1456644/ The devil sits with me and waitsHe too sees the nightmare in front of my eyesI, don’t want to admit itBut, that is why he is hereTo shove me off the cliffFor, I should have knownFaulting and not realizingI too am wearing the dark cloakThe third eye wanders and b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1371378/ HeroEagle feathers fly within the skyMajestically soaring with happinessContent & in chargeStanding for a better dayRare & shadowedWhen seen, gliding with easeSpiritually & naturing confidenceYou, you were always overcoming the pellets thrownYour wings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1241318/ This is all I ever wanted.Now that the time has come,I want the past back,I just want part of it,Not the whole,Conflicting flashes,Spiraling, and my brain crashes,What is to come? Will this breed the fire,Or tame the flame?To continue the anew,Path toward .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1216517/ struggle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1205981/ ThoseBill Crosby sweaters you wore -I always knew they were youThosespecial coins you took out of your pocket - always the most preciousThatquiet old country music singing in the background late at night - soothed mydreamsEventhough the genre was not my taste - only in your hou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1156407/ Gold and silver, specksof air,Hovering andfloating, I am,But still so faraway,Black holes of densewonder,Sparingly placed,Air to rumble, thebody,Weakens and fallsunder,A spell like trance,The mode of motions,Is still a thrill,The sleep dream, as,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1154246/ less surreal, and more simple http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1144194/ Influenced by "Isabella, or the Pot of Basil" (1818) by John Keats, which is a narrative poem about love and lose, based on the control of others. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1127879/ Rumbling windowseats, I sitColor slashes, blueand wash throughIllusions of warmheightenedBreezes counteractFace connectsoutside, tingles"then blissAs I know to come,arms squeeze meMy vision comes to betrueCan we ride this lifeinto the light, bright skies, fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1127323/ Blinking lights all are passed byThe shivering of a brisk solitary walk comforts withinThe days bark, crickets screech,But I really am not alonePeaceful emotions flutterInternally, but the hummingbird shall soon dieThe envelope is the final sayShall I go or shall I stay?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1120773/ Disputes can be taken too far sometimes. That is when people never forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1117895/ Do you ever look back on simple moments and wonder, why can't this day repeat itself over and over? Those rare, perfect, simple, moments, mostly shared with a loved one can be the best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1116701/ seen through the eyes of an elderly soul-my grandma my grandpa's soul will forever live on- rest in peace.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1111706/ The smallest letdownsinks my organ.The ship has left theexchange.Afloat a soggy board,this is my rescue.The shivers of watertrail up my spinal cord.Dense rigidnessparalyzes all.Not without safety, wesink.But for all, thetruth hurtsBut not as much asyour de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1106136/ Monostitch poem:: single line composed of 6-12 syllables,one form of metaphor or personification needs to be included, and has to be a complete sentence with no forms of fragments. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1106124/ Mending the split open lesion burns.Continually, tyrian red-dyed blood spews.Squirting with ample velocity,Vibrations of ticks seep.Every pick, tender touch ache’sMutilation- now apartBrought forth by my own doingsDense flesh bone peaks through muscleAs I pound .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1085842/ I wish the rain to bedeath on my body, so my skin would feel no more.No touch, the glitterspreads around me.The doves soar,As I am envelopedwith kisses from the sky.The poodles walk thestreets singing charming love songs,As if no one cares. Society is in the brok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1072139/ Twisted-dissection continues to frighten http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1070871/ screeching manic terror of crimson irisesviolent psychosis overpowersplacid, then anvil!possession rushes over.the bottle drives focusshivers of torture-blood warmsflashes succumb my amygdalehyperactivity of slashingfaster, harder--fastershattering windows of wits endclosely appearingintensifying&he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1063913/ HeprovidesSheprovidesIt is not always in the numbers Him,logical and mathematically brainedHer,artistic and English natured Theirroles interchangedNotwhat society rulesTheyeach take turns at preparing meals Neither better than the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1060101/ everything is wrong in the optimistic world of the zombies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1057545/ taking a hit at a haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1056655/ change is mere visualization, but balance is your headstone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1055428/ taking you over to the lighter side http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1055258/ seeing through your shadow, why must you hide? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1054611/ writing to myself was the greatest gain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1054542/ nature: violent, but yet calm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1053393/ past harassment from a so-called friend at the time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/california15166/1052223/