http://slow.writerscafe.org/29182016 The original writings of author Empty Spaces en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776055784 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I Recall you saw the fall through the window paneSuggestive composure my loss of worry A Complex in my auditioni'll tell the kids this in a bedtime storyBut you told me to take it slowso we won't think that far aheadI believe you've left some beautyBut the side of my lonesome bedyou see,I remem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1447690/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1423724/ Oh fiend, Oh fiendthe critics are pleaseda nightgown, a robea bundle of thingsa stab to the chestoh your such a teaseHe rips at his coatas he hangs from that ropeOh fiend, Oh fiendwhat a marvelous deedAn Erie songsung to the ticks of a clock a suicide notewritten in foreign font Oh fiend, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1405260/ Pills And Pillsthey numb the weightbut in the night my stomach starts to achethe feeling of not feeling what a lovely stateI've seen what they've done to my fatherbrought him to the floorin his eyes tearsbut still begging for moreMy heart rememberswhat my mind forgetsyou see, I remember your lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1405164/ Maybe i'll never write a brilliant piece againMaybe i'll never feel the same againor feel at allBut I have my abstractand all the flames and whispers I long to imagineYou don't miss me you miss being missedthis is a concept I hope one day you can grasp All your words are tangiblebut my han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1368356/ Will I Will Me?Is That even a question?I can wait you seeBut my mind travels until it gets weary and it restsThinking of what you think when your mind travels It's all a confusing never ending thoughtAnd this I can promiseI think i'm happy nowBut i don't know whyI truly hope its because of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1368350/ I stopped putting the dateBecause It doesn't really matter anymore That's probably why I stopped calling And all these things to comeWere yesterdays foreplayNone of it's newYou've said all this beforeto a hundred different peopleThat's probably why everything is as it's always beenYou get .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1359679/ He Always tucks his shirt inAnd smiles when he looks at youYou told him " I trust you"So he's writing this in hope that he'll rememberHe just wants you to knowHe really, really caresHe Loves You  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1359675/ A broken wordNo one's heardkissing the air as you speakwell you sing your songthen move alongAt least that's how It seemsThere's a boy with E.S.CDrawn on his throatThere all just labels kidA least I hope sohe said "I can fly, with the support of this ropeAt least then I can be my mothers angel"So he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1347923/ My late bloomerI don't know what to do anymoreIt's getting worseYou've build up this wall Jackson's suicidalAnd Jordan's a needle away from a hearseI'm trying heard not to cut again But i'm weakAnd I don't care if people know anymoreI don't give a damn what people thinkThey can all eat gli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1347430/ Alice loveStop walking home aloneI know your mad at meBut i'm sorry, and this you knowGuide meinto a tunnel were the light shines at the endAnd the sinners singbecause there's hope in it.I just don't know anymore  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1347419/ Your falling of the edge dearThe world can see and hearThere cooked eyes there simple earsyour irrelevant jump Your lover's future tearsJust another memory just another beerDon't get me wrongI completely understandYour feeling of emptinessthe loss of your manAnd he leftand you want to fill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1339747/ Whats the genre?!!!!!!Were all just fictionAnd these letters are all pages in a storyIn that book your teacher assigned to you that you pretend you readAnd I don't have to rhyme to speakYou came up to the front of the classand had a seizure next to Mrs (insert overly-elegant name here)they all f****.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1339739/ There's a little black notebookon the edge of my bedthere's stains on every. damn. page.i'll read it to you on the day of my deathwe'll i'm afraid i'm at my limit!the f*****g book is almost finished!I pray to God to cleanse my sinsbefore I breathe my last breatheGood bye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1325549/ Tonight she sleepsand hums softly in her lucid dreamwhile mommy and daddy screamshes a world awaysoaring.....because she knowsthe world is not what it seemsthe people aren't real there imagesof what they want to beand theirs no hopei'm sorry....and in the moonlight she cry'sbefore resting her eyesth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1325547/ i'm back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1309980/ I don't know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1295115/ Dear, AliceThe coffee breathe is to much to bear she always said that if you keep on smoking you'll leave me hereaddiction is a sad pleasure ill tell you the truthbut id give up anything to have stayed with youlighters were to take the stress awaybut lately your shadow has been keeping we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1276286/ Alice's chains have been holding me down lately the sky hasent been the same since you've saved me i feel like the clouds chase me!I've left happy thoughts in the darki'm slowly falling apartdrowning in the ashes of my ignited heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1264396/ Its funny how you can appreciate the darkness of a corner when your crying. I learned along time ago that the dark can be deadly. And shadows and speak to you without sound, its also funny when you try to explain that to someone else. Sometimes I wonder if I could have stopped  all of this and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1248742/ he speaks but has no voicehe crys but has no tearshes there, but you cant see himhe is more then what he appears to betheres a viel over his facehidden behind the darknessa slave trying to escapea voiceless, invisible puppetto the human racehe writes letters to the woe and preaches the the weak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1235116/ this day i breathetheres hope for anotherthe fire speaksyour going underand so does the bottlenot to mention the razori spent the day dreamingof ways to save herbut i cant save myselfno....i cant save myselfand the fools still singalong with there puppets"your a worthless nobodyand we love it"now we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1235111/ rusting rosestwisted vinesbut the lovly petels are left to hidedrowning in the ashes of the wickedwere are you?i bless the fallen stars and still singbut the condemded raven crowshis divious melodyit hurts my heart that its demonicmy, my, darling save your tearsraise your damnded wingsand decend fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1235102/ there's so many things i wanna say but im drying upand becoming greymy cancer spread...im sorryi know i cant tell you thisbut i still love youdespite the lies ive toldthese words are trueiv'e spent my whole damn lifejust trying to prove it to younow my legs are shaking and im slowly wastin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1228663/ i remember this pictureit was last Julymy heart was racingwhen i looked into your eyesthat smile made my dayeven in the worst of timesi remember your name stilldo you remember minefor now there's just ash in the fireplacephotos and flamesprays for old sparksmemories that pick awaywere is that phone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1227540/ im not irishbut i drink like i ami order one shot, then wake up in the restroom stallwith the most massive head acheand shatterd glass that spells my namemy hands are moisti dont know whyi grab my phone, and see my love has texted mebut, all it says is "goodnight"as if she knew i w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1205880/ "were over" no darlingit just begainthe ending of my sanitythis empty feeling awakingand this memmorythat will play endlessly in my headthis pain that kills so slowlythe pain that hurts worsethen words can descibemore then outsiders can fathem!the sleepless nightscrying to indi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1205876/ kiss me lovei want to feel this rushthat ive heard ofthis mythical feelingbecause right now, i feel numba lost traveler, hidden in the dustill give in if i mustmy cheek will brighten, red from blushgreet me with a kissbecause darling, a hug is not enoughwhat i seek, is gentlebl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1205873/ is it light at the end of the tunnel we wantor, reassurance that there is?we allways cry when a life is lostyet, laugh the next evening as if it were a myth ive closed the door to my soul and there a demon who gaurds it moring came, so did the light switchwhat we want is si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1205868/ mary was prenounced decesed todayshe was endowed inonamintsimply gone, there is nothing they can sayto revive her lifeless massand carry her back to me oh how i loved herno matter will ever knowhow much weve seenhow much weve been through http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1205862/ right nowim staring at this imflamed houseinhaling the toxic fumesor at least they most be toxicbecause nothing this fragrant, this atractingcould be pure and as the ashes disapearedwithin the windi cryed, i cryed until it was impossible!to cry any longerwhy did the ashed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1205849/ i love the way the autum leaves fallperfectly in placeand how the gentle windsoftly corresses your face i love the wayoptimism sparkles in your eyesyour always in the center of my mind so when i awoke from my slumberto find you no longer with meno longer coverd by s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1205846/ the shadows of the past follow me werever i dwellit haunts me, oh how i hide in this shellsobbingwhy shadow, do you hurt me?and cause me to bleed?why shadow, i beg dont hurt meplease....just leave http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1202342/ fall aprouches, as it does, so does the distant memorys....of....usdo i prtend they never exsisted?like you have?or do i drown them in handfulls of vikiden?like my father?shall i simply jump?im but one step away from an end to it allshall i simply fall... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1202337/ im aboned in this building, its eight stories highwhen you left, you told me to dieand i watched you go, as i wiped the water from my eyesyou left your lighter,beside my work deskso i picked it up and aimed for your chestbut i missed and hit a wall, and watched as my important papers went .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1202334/ laughing uncontrolably at the sounds of screamsat the sounds of weeps as i face defeati dont understand why i laugh as i witness sadnessthis must be madness for i dont feel bad for laughing at there painit wasent my fault that they got this waybut as i see the sword coming down in slow m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1202332/ i say goodmorning to the brick wall of lifei see the stains of my blood are still therefrom the last time i ran into iti iceskate on a lake full of my frozen tearsand sing a song in the key of e minorthere i go spinning in a circletill i fall into the liquid iceburgmy body becomes blue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1202330/ I kiss you goodbyethe lights off in my eyesand its blindingits been awhile since i've seen youi diddent mean to leave younow your gone and im dieingthe blood drips from the heart thats on my sleavei try to stop itbut it bleeds. i cut to feel a rush overdose on unknow drugs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1187893/ ello, my name is mr.zodiac.i'd like to tell a story(sorry little boys and girls but it is rather gory) my mother was an adict she use to beat me redi would hide under my coverscry on my bed as i bleed (whos lurking in the shadowsat lights dispairwhos compion to the fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1162782/ I stare into the audience, there faces expressionless. expect for the mother of the lost child. she has sulked so much her eyes seem blood red.but besides that no one seems to care.she told me this was to come. not a tear to be shed except mine and her mother's. she was right, she alw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1136121/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1136111/ i feel trickedi feel decievedhow could i end up like this againalone, in a cornorhiding from the worldim lifeless, yet im filled with thoughtsmost of which consist of regrets and memoryswas i ever loved?or was i fooled into believing i was?im so gullable,im even starting to make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1134845/ this is not a poem its just my feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1134500/ crossing the roadwith fear of knowingknowing, i have to see you faceand every memory, that just can't be erasedit sends chills down my spinei hate thinking about the warmth of your heartthe sad part is, it was all my abandonedbecause of me sins I've committedsadly, they can't be forgiventh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1118796/ i stand motionless, glaring at the mirror on my wall pain,anger,courses threw my slender bodyi ask, '' why don't they care? why don't i feel the affection i deserve,and crave so dearly. do i deserve happiness? well if i don't. at least gran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1118785/ I step on the glorious platform. were i face the monarchy. me against the country, HA! the tale of my mortal life. the king rises his murderous staff. the staff of death, he loves to refer to it as. for on the very tip of the high-quality red-oak wood, there is a platinum blade. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1118770/ a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1090129/ desception http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1090123/ The photo's in the corner. go run and get it. because it'l be lit, if you forget it. the song of love has ended. time for hate to play. i walk a Erie trail. who cares what people say. hush little monster, don't you cry. you'll burn me house. and end my life. stress not, hard work.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/29182016/1088828/ There's different shades of grey. a grave is were they lay. they tried the finish the foolish man, but he got away. kill or be killed. that's my moto for today. this isn't who i am. it's what you've made. sing a song to the dead. dance in the rain. take a rocket  outer space. you.. 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