http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chosen100 The original writings of author James Kay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017942 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You need a distraction from the fact that you grow more ugly every day.You need some daily mental masturbation as consolation for the fact that your marriage is utterly pathetic.You are incapable of appreciating anything more meaningful than beauty.You want something beautiful to remind you of that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/500239/ No, I don't think people are out to get me. That's ridiculous.The reality is far more frightening:I'm afraid that I'm out to get everybody else.For everything they've done.And everything they haven't. They say life's not about making the right decisions every time.It's about what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/455074/ Thou art infected. There's no such thing as turning back. Not now, not ever. Drink deep and live forever in decay. Thou shalt know eternity.Thou shalt know agony. Hell is empty and all the devils are here. The saints care not for thee:Thou art infec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/413096/ Whispering into the man’s eyes: ‘slash your wrists, your throat, your life, or I’ll kill them all’, gesturing with the pistol to the crowd of potential deaths kneeling on the supermarket floor.          No police .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/382944/                Well, I suppose my main ambition is to get well again and stop doing these bad things. I need to stop listening to that guy. I hate him. You know, I think he’s in love with me but I hate him. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/381197/ I promise I won't do this again. I promise I'll take my pills every day by myself. I promise I'll be good. I promise I won't cut myself any more. Please just let me stay here in my room. Please don't send me away.I really like my room. Please let me stay her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/377282/ You have cut your name in my tongue to repeat for always. You have ruined me. I will never laugh again. I see myself in the mirror. I see where your hands have been. You took it. You tore it from me.   I can't sing these love songs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/365100/ In the shadow of the morning, before light truly touched the earth, I saw her beauty dressed in black. My beauty is my curse. that love you offered turned black in my fingers and in my bed and turned to rot and stained me for always for what is given here can never be taken back an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/360951/ She was too f*****g beautiful for this world.She hung herself to stop the pain. Running through the woods at night.Running for her f*****g life. And tears can't wash her pain away.Tears can't give her innocence back. She bled for your ecstasy.She bled and screamed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/349135/ PLEASE STOP AND LISTEN PLEASE FOR ONCE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING LIKE ALWAYS WE ALL HAVE AND I KNOW WE CAME HERE TO F**K OURSELVES UP AND FORGET EVERYTHING BUT THE NEXT HIGH BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE SEEING THIS TOO PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT JUST CRAZY IT'S JUST WHAT I MEAN IS I'VE JU.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/335715/ I've started painting my nails black again and wearing T-shirts for bands I've never heard of. I'm beginning to realise that all my dreams and fantasies involve showing off to people. I like to imagine and pretend and live in my head a lot. ... And by that I mean I have to live in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/334867/ Every day I watch you. I watch you suffer, cry, struggle for life. I watch as every movement makes you spasm in pain and draws panicked whimpering from your lungs. Those lungs that are slowly failing you. I cannot help you. I cannot save you. I cannot take the pain away. Will the pain ever go away?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/326838/ I've had enough of imagery.I've had enough of metaphor.I've had enough of that rhyme scheme s**t you love so f*****g much. This is not poetry.This is just real. The worst thing happened to me today.And it feels like I will never stop crying. So I don't care how bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/323665/ How did he show his cruelty? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/321028/ I am the angel of vice and depravity:Stains on my white robe,Gently curling cold black hair with red tips,Blood in my eyes,Piercings in my beautiful face,Wings dragging dead behind me. Every day I think I'm falling in love.Every night someone new is my one and only, joined to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/317680/ You speak like you're a martyr to your own life.Please stop talking like this. You make me feel like I'm the one who pushed your mother down the stairs.For the last time, I'm sure the cops won't catch you. Please be my Cheshire Cat and smile all day long. I get enough frowns when we wal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/316334/ This is not here for your entertainment.This is not fun.This is not a game.This is so f*****g real, I'll cut you open with it. This does not end when you do not applaud. This will hurt you. This is what you tried to sing away with a hollow chorus:What you tried to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/315881/ This was written very spontaneously, very late at night. Once again, it's pretty different in some ways to my usual style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/305191/ I thought I'd try something VERY different in style and tone from anything I've done before. Depending on how it's received this may end up as the first of many installments. Please tell me what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/304007/ As I run, as I hide, as I draw the knife, as I rob the dead, as I starve myself to lose weight, as I wait for the mail while curled up on the couch, as I write down everything I have to live for, as I try to stop the bleeding from the stumps that are my legs, as I pray to Jesus Christ my one and onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/303132/ Sometimes... All the time,I find myself wishing that life was like a movieOr that special page you read so fast but lose yourself between the words. I wish at this very moment they'd appearAnd say it's all their fault,Tears growing in their eyes,They were oh so wrong.And they wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/302903/ The only evidence left is the place where the grass doesn't grow any more.That spot where we threw the b*****d down. That spot where he felt himself die.Every time I pass that mark upon the ground, I can't help but smile.Because I never felt so close to you as when we put the knife right in hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/302701/ This strap that holds my notebook together,Oh, if it were to break.You'd see all that is inside of me,Everybody that I hate.I covered it in hearts,Because I love everyone.I pinned this bracelet here,Because that's all that's left of Mum.On every page there is a memory,Or a face I'd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/302683/ "Tell me more, tell me more! Did you get very far?" Yeah, you want to know how far I got? I fucked her against the f*****g wall. You don't have any f*****g idea, do you? You talk about it like it's a f*****g game. But it's not. It's not. 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Strong enough to walk the light and not burn. Strong enough to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/302639/ Looking in The Mirror Now Looking in the mirror now, seeing the ends of last night’s means. Red flecks, stains and drenches the features and the hands. Such beauty in every dimension. He claws glistening gouges in his own cheeks and fights back tears and screams. These wounds heal in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/302638/ I'd just like to avoid any potential cries of plagiarism by acknowledging the fact that the last line is a quote from the song "Our Lady Of Sorrows" by My Chemical Romance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chosen100/302630/ Obsidian A figure emerges from the deep. The dark water glistens bright and drips from him in diminuendo. He is unnatural, obsidian, perfect. His face remains indistinct in willed shadow. He strides towards you. Purposeful. Confident. 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