http://slow.writerscafe.org/ChasingStrange The original writings of author paradoxical en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 screw social niceties on a bad day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1251227/ the birds left for winter again,an ages old routineengraved in hollow bonesmy constant apologiesto the air;not hollow enoughbut getting there,maybe next yearbut why come back;why return at all?leave feathersfor the scavengers,proof I existed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1247328/ almost like slam. Marked mature because it has the f word in it. Far be it for me to corrupt fragile young minds. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1241830/ Interpret what you will. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1240939/ written for an allpoetry contest. prompt was "wake me up when it's all over" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1240922/ tonight even the moon weepsindifference to dustbeneath sad passion's release memory is no medicine but pain laughter flushed down a drainfeather from a bird corpse drunk sorrow swinging awayat tomorrow's apologies;well, what good are they? happiness recovered somehowthat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1232554/ no longer dodging punchesor avoiding kicksthe world at my wallfinding me insignificantat most but i can knock my own self downand never needed helpfinding burial groundbut the moon lights the way,anywaya bright sky blinds,defines the darkness;equal and never quite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1229154/ i'm not buying http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1229145/ Made myself sit down and write something, anything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1229130/ Writers Block!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1045985/ I'm standing herein an empty roomfilled to the brimwith impossible echoesof words I could never even say.This immortal soundrings of silenceand my breathforms puffs of airyet they somehow can't formlanguage.The problem-the issue with meis that I can't tell youwhat you want to hear,when I can't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1030740/ I don't even know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1019028/ Personally, I don't carewhether my heart beatsfrom scientific designor from the breath of some great Divine.It beats for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/1018663/ written for a contest, just to see if I could. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/987876/ I randomly declared it Haiku Sunday on Facebook and did this. It cracked me up so much I wanted to save it here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/987823/ Well that's my belief, anyways. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/984743/ Not my usual thing. It's all...inspirational and junk. Cliches galore!!! For free! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/983681/ I curl up in my little ballinside the closet,behind the wallthat I put up.It's all in my head,but that's where I live;off crumbs of breadthat passers-by give.Sick of life, I waithungrily on the shelf,while inside I'm turninginto something else.And that's what Idon't understand-where do you goto esca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/980092/ Well... Here we are.Give me a second to think upa joke.After all, they say (whoever "they" are)that there is humor in everysituation.So let me find something;something we can both laugh about,as we turn our backsto each otherand walk away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/978519/ I can only say this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/976637/ an old one from 2004. Oh, the drama. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/973637/ Once, I was a kidwith so many dreams.I had plans. I'd grow upand do so many things.I'd fight with the ninjas,I'd dance with kings.Once, I was a kidand I knew all alongthat one day I'd be bigand right all the wrongs.I'd fight off the eviland save the world.I had big dreamswhen I was a girl.Now I'm a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/973625/ Some old, random lines I found written down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/973619/ In the end, we're all the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/973608/ Please remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/973603/ written for the contest "my words tripped and fell". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/963045/ There's nothing worse than a slow goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/793744/ I let you do this to me. I kill myself every time I open myself up.I tell myselfthat next time you call,I wont go runningto beg at your feetfor scraps of attentionAnd I tell myselfthat I deservebetter than thisthat I've suffered enoughBut I do this to myself.It's my punishmentfor never beingworth yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/563205/ What happened, Cupid?I thought he was the one.And now, I am aloneand breaking into pieces.Maybe it's just my heart.No, I'm not mad at you,just disappointed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/563202/ Partially a brief How-To manual and partially just a rant. All fun. Yep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/477173/ You're not the only one who doesn't understand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/467731/ It's a very short story based on a weird dream I had once. Maybe I had been watching too much CSI. I didn't use names, I didn't want to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/423176/ I visit the grave every day.I tend the flowers and rake the groundmethodically,a habit that I have engravedinto my soul. The past may be dead;I may have put it behind meBut it never fails to remind me it is there,waiting for my next visit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/423149/ scattered http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/421775/ Making my own misery music http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/418611/ And the tears that are droppinglike leaves from the treeslose direction in the windand I'm on my kneesPouring my heart out to a godthat I don't believe inlike a bird in a cagewho's singing againand noone's listening... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/418605/ A love-hate kinda thing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/416482/ An old one. I was so dramatic, lol. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/416479/ Very random indeed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/413225/ How do you say goodbye to an empty room? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/413197/ Just something short and silly that popped into my head one day, while munching on snacks and reading up on buddhism. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/408093/ There are things left in the dark that we don't talk about, because forgetting was never really an option. Do you know where they go when they're not wanted? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/304551/ The Haunting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/300917/ There's more at stake here than you and me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChasingStrange/300916/ Life's not supposed to be easy. If it was, then it would be boring. 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