http://slow.writerscafe.org/dttw04 The original writings of author the wretched en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215577 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 tired of you asking when we'll get back together when you're the reason we aren't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/422063/ a memoir of a piece of my past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/418094/ over my head here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/415319/ rough draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/388008/ ...my heart is dead... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/387991/ being used sucks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/384292/    It's easy to forget you're sleeping on pavement when you're dead tired from another day in the city. As you stumble out of whatever doorway offered shelter for the evening, however, sore and aching limbs make it easy to remember.   Shaking the sleep from my head, I counted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/363094/ Within a copse of bristled pines,Sleeping 'neath blankets of white,An echo of another time,Fell within my wandering sight.Though drear against the landscape bleak,The grey of stone, and gothic spire,Of times long passed, I hear them speak,And cannot help, but to admire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/363066/ chapter finished? not too sure yet. sorry for the delay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/363061/    Many years have passed since those days, but when I close my eyes, I can still see that perfect moment when the sun crested the tops of the buildings and spilled down the sides, a waterfall of light. The way it rolled accross the river, cascading sparkles across the surface, until.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/363060/ work in progress. I'm hoping this grows into a decent length story. if finished, it will probably be part based on true events, and part fiction. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/362905/ the title means "to suffer" or "to endure" in latin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/362483/ an acrostic poem on the love/hate tug of war over a former love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/362471/ poem to an illustration i did http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/352566/ It' only a matter of time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/351165/ a short nonsensical piece i wrote to amuse myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/340522/ waking up to a somnophiliac http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333540/ winter is bad for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333396/ Places etch themselves on my soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333393/ partial suicide successfulcut the cancer from the coreprecise incisions were requiredand the very latest curelo, the funeral bells did ringsweeter, the resounding cry,at last, an end to suffering,the stone read, 'here her heart doth lie' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333391/ baby steps through the mindscape of a byproduct of dysfunction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333280/ sometimes i disgust myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333268/ the more you love someone, the easier it is to hate them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333262/ occasionally we are our own worst enemies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333258/ sometimes retrospect is good. sometimes it comes too late. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333246/ -or- Make a Wish (De)Foundation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333082/ they do a lot of things. most of them aren't good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333080/ everyone makes mistakes. but are they always mistakes? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333076/ that was now and this is then http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333075/ and revenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333070/ and a good time was had by all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333064/ usually hurts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333061/ collision of reality and daydream http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/333046/ about a slew of reoccuring nightmares i was suffering through http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332716/ of being caged http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332712/ my past is full of strange times http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332708/ at the hands of happenstancetossed about by winds of chancewhilst having neither rein nor tetherfor the Eurus or the Zephyrand all thy passions seem to scatterhard to pluck the ones that mattermost, as Eris finds her crownand all the heavens tumble downbut if thine stay and hold th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332704/ if you look the right way, you'll see it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332703/ of staying in unhealthy relationships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332453/ from sorrow to vengance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332375/  they say the chinese use the same word for fortune as they do for misfortune.yesterday, i got a fortune cookie that stated "you will inherit some money or a small parcel of land".i believe this is a classic example of the chinese use of one word for two opposites.at first gla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332356/  you spoke of loveand the words darkly shimmered,glossy and drippingsickly sweet and bitter ashrained downupon the burnt out cities of my heartblood filled the channelsand bending trees grew yeilding strange fruitflowers like fire, and butterflies like dark lashesfluttering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332349/ poem 2 of 13 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332348/ poem 1 in a series of 13 i plan to illustrate and (hopefully) get published. influenced heavily by Dr. Seuss, and Edward Gorey. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332324/  The stars glittered like broken glass,when the hand of fate fell heavy.Watched the sky go screaming past,suns are rising and they're setting.Time won't stop, and i can't move,years speed forward, mind goes back.Caught up in this wicked groove,as often's done, when fate attacks... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332318/ i play the guitar and piano a little. someday i'll be good enough to need these...(i hope) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332317/ i'm young, and not especially wise, so i could be mistaken. but this time, i'm pretty sure i'm not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332302/ advice is a bedfellow to retrospect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332300/ sometimes, i listen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332295/ am i dreaming or am i awake? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dttw04/332291/