http://slow.writerscafe.org/Miniwinchell12 The original writings of author Griffin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779618835 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This was kind of a quick scribble that blew up after an emotional conversation with a close friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1489691/ I. Hate. Generic. Music. They are all products for the masses to eat up like the masses they are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1139593/ Undeniably sobriety is a grand old thing, but to me its only another thing that stands in the way of bringing myself out of me.A toke or sip or pop of a pill and suddenly I'm no longer alone, free of the ill of the mind and the binds that constrains my thoughts to my bonesI can think without the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1125785/ If the wings on my angel are in my mind then maybe the strings are too. Maybe I'm not a puppet played by a sadist since my nascent days up to the latest rage towards whoever the puppet master may be.Maybe heaven is just a figment of my imagination, a simple conjuration, a dream to help me accept t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1125784/ Music, sorrow, a bottle of vodka and a hatred for tomorrowIts all for a body too mundane for the dreams a loser dreamt to containAnd its all to block out the lost dream this loser dreamt after he figured outShe didn't even know he had a name http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1123712/ I hate public schools and the school system of standardized testing. It kills the minds we attempt to mold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1121933/ I find intelligent mindsAre never in the privilegedBut are always in bindsBehind bars, chains or locked doorsBecause they unlocked their thoughtsAnd we can't take freedom anymore http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1121928/ How many days are you going to keep up this charade?How long before you break?How long before it's too lateTo say what you thinkNot think about what you're going to sayWhile you sit on the sidelinesWriting lines about her graceIt's like you don't even want her to know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1121926/ I have a jumble of mental illnesses (chronic depression, paranoia, anxiety, bipolar, etc) and when they are all getting annoying the feeling I get simply doesn't have a name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1121289/ Thu-thumpThu-thumpThu-thump goes the heart that is seemingly beating for youThu-thumpThu-thumpThu-thump in sync with the steps I take as I blink in dismayThe dilation my eyes are taking as my mind starts racingWith thoughts- thu-thumpThu-thumpThu-thump is all I hear, every thought .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1117674/ He’s at it again, I say as I hear a glass shatter and unflattering thingsCome from down the hall and the images these actions bringBounce around my head like the battering teenager playing the drumsEven though he hardly knew howThis isn’t the first time my father is pissed at a politicia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1113731/ It always revolves around me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1109554/ I’m dying insideAnd I can’t catch my breathUnder so much pressureFrom the depths of deceitThat lay above meThe waters of hellBlock out all of the sunlightAnd I’m at the bottomLooking up to the topWatching the waves rushFeeling the pain strainAll of my weathered jointsCreaking and g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1107423/ What is life besides the breathing and being alone? How much of it is really spent living when you're always on your own; you spend a third of your life to yourself sleeping and another third I'll guarantee is creeping from the sideline and the last is that sublime third we all wish for. The one wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1106882/ I see people consumed by rageIt's all they ever seeBut when I look within meAll I see is regretAll I see is pain in matrimonyWith the mental anguish's diseaseAs I languish alone, forgottenBehind the obvious wall of blind rageThat sits before me I'm compelledTo sing to the sky that I'm sorryI can't f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1106833/              Roger was a normal pathetic guy, living in anormal pathetic city, with a normal pathetic life that we've all heardthousands of times. He was an average pathetic high school graduate'saving money for college' or as we all know, living hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1105387/ Every chapter is some character trait/setting element that's magnified. Just playing around with the idea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Miniwinchell12/1105384/ Albert looked off into the sea from the windswept pacific island that was only about a square mile if sand, bush, fern, and random palm tree. He scratched the unshaven 3 week old grey beard that had grown out since he arrived on the island. 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