http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nicholetta The original writings of author Nicholetta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117584 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Perhaps I have overextended my welcome and it’s time for me to move on;But  with every last breath I take I could never conjure up the same crazy hopes and dreams with as much vibrant beauty or fabulous glory in all their brilliance;Nor fathom all my nightmares with the same con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/205868/ My morbid way of letting go of someone who held my heart in the palm of his hand and then crushed it into a million tiny pieces. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/205734/ Lyrics to another song. There are duel vocals on top of one another... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/123565/ A poem that was turned into a song... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/123561/ On my own without you, only half of me remains...All alone in the dark I wait for the sun to shine againWishing I could fade away and die;Because without you, there is no more sunshineOnly the grief stricken remorse I feel from regret;Horrible regret from the moment in time that can neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/56211/ Lush and beautiful once, now only a whisper on the wind. Washing away with the tide, they float out to sea one by one. Nothing remains but the skeleton from a time of long ago lost. A Silhouette of yesterday's dream stands still to forever mourn. Echoes remain of the laughter that once dan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/51904/ Haunted by the black betrayal Now and forever entombed Within the shadows of My broken hopes and dreams. Laughing at me All the while Innocence becomes Forever lost; Evil lurks around Every corner, Upon every alter,Within every ego... No regrets, nor remorse To ever b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/51903/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/23782/ A poem I wrote when I was 18. I am a night owl and feel most of my creativity comes through within the calm quite of the night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/23773/ I wrote this poem when I was 14 with the intensions of turning it into a song. Now, 24 years later, it has been turned into a song with the help of a dear musician friend of mine who wasn't even born at the time when it was originally written... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nicholetta/23772/