http://slow.writerscafe.org/coug The original writings of author coug en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007687 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dedicated to my dear grandfather who was more of a father than my biological dad. Cancer took you from me, but I will never forget you x http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coug/2089217/ These b******s think they can control me,Think that they own meI am their so called slave, they can mould me.But I know their secrets that's why they hate me.That's why they deny me and second rate me.They pretend not to know but indicate me,But they don't f***ing know I'm go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coug/379478/     You always had the umberella red,Much like the scarlet red blood you shedYou hid under the redness of the umberella every TuesdayBut does your husband know you can't keep your lust at bay?Red, the colour of your protector on that trecherous day..But red, als.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coug/372606/   What happened to mankind,Once it had souls deeper than a well What happened to humanity and hearts that bled?When did we become stone walls that never wept?It's like we've been trapped under darkness,In an unbreakable spellThere's no dawn here, no good deeds t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coug/357372/ I’m dreaming of drifting away from my troubles, down a stream…I’m dreaming walking away from my life but  not as far away as it seems,I’ve had my share of tears and my happiness has already been,I walk down these stairs like I’m walking into a dream. I se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coug/328677/ Mother, I killed someone's soul today I hope you can forgive me -I told him I loved him then I let him free-I turned my back on him when he said he'd die without meI drowned him out when he swore we were meant to beI didn't mean to do it, but he needed to see...After all, he wouldn't want .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coug/327882/ This mask is slipping and the risk of being exposed is too much now,I must escape while i can, but i dont know how,The act is almost over, the curtains are closing, i must take a bow...For so long i have been applauded but now even my audience are in doubt,Because i am becoming transparent -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/coug/326452/