http://slow.writerscafe.org/NightsShade The original writings of author NightsShade en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996793 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear Nicole,I've been struggling with a lot of things recently and in order to work through them, I think that I need to clear away some of my past, even just a little.  So I'm writing you this letter. I'm not quite sure what I'm trying to achieve, but there's some things that I need to say to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/1641650/ I used to spend a lot of time writing, drafting, crafting my feelings. In bypassing real expressionI became mechanical, formulaic,unable to breath for myself.And for awhile I thought that somethingwas wrong with me, that I was void-less;not empty but entirely too full. So a lot of emotions have well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/1625354/ Today, I realized something very important about myself.I've always wanted to live my life alone.  I have dreamed of being alone.  No kids.  No family.  My dream, if you can call it that, is pitiful and disgusting.  I lack passion and aspirations.  I look at the amazing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/1355677/ I believe in alternate universesWhere this worlds dreams Are played out realitiesAnd today is a child's worst nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/994486/ Lovefades and hate appears.That's the only way I know how to leave.Betray myself, feed my own flames.Did you really think I would give up so easilyWith all this evidence right in from of me?I’m like a bull dog. I won’t let goOnce I've sunk my teeth into you.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/861825/ There's a song currently playing,That almost brings me to tears.The lyrics tell a story that Riddles me with painful shivers and fears.It speaks of seven years of love,But mine only lasted for two.Goodbyes were said so easilyAnd separation turned happy memories Into painful moments of longing.During.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/826350/ How deep does my anger go? So deep, that's it's engraved in my heart,Intertwined in my veinsAnd supplement to my pain.It acts like a fuel thatFeeds an unsatisfiable hungerAnd keeps my head clear.This anger supplies meWith an everlasting Fountain of YouthSo that my revenge may be dealt.Now, my intent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/789495/ I story that I created for English *See Details in the 'Note for Reviewers'* Note: If you haven't read the book ('The Perks of Being a Wallflower'), this might ruin the book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/732239/ *Read calmly and slowly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/729270/ NOTE: 'To' pronounced like 'toe' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/707659/ Flit, fly, I'm the fire breatherSmoldering, a helpless creatureFueled by rage and weak desireConsumed by rampant hellfireCommit, cry, I'm feeling feralFerocious, savage and sinfulPoised with wolfish intent to killReady to strike with fang and thrillSit, sigh, I can no longer waitI'm coming for you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/685686/ To replicate that dayand the things that I saw,The feelings that I felt,ImpossibleThe sky blending into midnightTwo hues of a dark reflectionConverging and independent________________________________________Character Author BondAs my characters become even more deranged I deteriorate with themForeve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/619863/ I finally have something for you to read :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/599033/ I'm changing my ways,Back to how I used to be, Someone who wrote their feelingsAnd didn't care what you would see.I want my life back.You no longer control me.The ties were severed long agoBut now I'm really free.There were so many chancesAnd now I just feel angry.The fact that I didn't take a singl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/594322/ ancient Indian nuclear weaponsthree floating cities- went to warthrew weapons at each other- rained fire(thought to be the witness of technology that they thought was something divine)pages of holy biblelook away from blast- don't look backLot's wife diedalien visitors?farm house below the surface75.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/582638/ My feeling of abandonment hit a new extreme today, like slapping someonein the face with a cold hand.  I'm not sure which would feel worse; thesmart of the check inflamed from impact or the throb of the hand that was socold it could have broken off and shattered into pieces. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/580831/ You lack of curtsy and compassion still surprises me.Is it really too much to ask for you to spend time with me?Is it too much to ask for you to want to spend time with me?Do you realize how many times I've sat at home, alone?I've gone through the possible reasons many times in my head.The o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/566852/ I've always wanted to this, but I've never had the guts, time, or opportunity to even attempt this.  Take what I say, for whatever you want.  I am never going to tell you that your thoughts are wrong; I know that you will always have a different interpretation of what I intend the meaning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/562103/ Pull my strings, my silent puppeteer Manipulate me, let the crowd cheerYou tie me down my man, you're oh so vileThis forced appearance, a perpetual smile My buttons pushed, these strings attachedThis life of mine... the dreams you have snatchedThe time on stage, a place I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/546278/ He was zealous of natureA fireball of a manLively in his waysAnd nimble on his feetHe was clever with his jokesA foxy little manSly with his words And slick beyond beliefHe was smooth in his guiseA polished type of manCultivated in demeanorAnd enriched by lifeHe was adorned in appearanceA beautified.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/542392/ Ah, to say that this is the beginning...In the very least it must be thee end.These expectations of mine, born of nothing,I'm lost in a world full of success and opportunities.This must be the end, I know it.There are no new beginnings here to unfold,Opportunities lead to success, but I'm lost in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/540846/ I've brought you all together for this tea party of sorts,With dainty white gloves and polite talk,Proper manners and fake smiles and friendships.A sophisticated societyWhere nothings real and everything's a lie.So I'll just push you all away,Exclude you from my future plans.This is what I want, why.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/537140/  It welled up and spilled onto the floor like a pot of over boiled water.  It burned and tore down everything in it's path, running towards anything it could reach, and finally this toxic feeling hit it's mark.  You, but you asked for this. You know what I'm like because you've been a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/536199/      "You're not my child.  You are not my child," she told me in a rather calm voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/532279/      The sun was bright, which I found odd because I hadn't seen it in I don't know how long.  It was intrusive, shinning through my closed eyelids, making dark figures dance on a blindingly white canvas.  I opened them and watched as an unfamiliar scene slowly came int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/531650/ It's quite funny looking back at how I used to be.  I was a person full of dreams, someone who's head exploded with hopes.  I'd even go as far to say that I didn't have much of a care in the world.  But youth is passing me right on by.  I don't have innocence or ignorance on my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/528910/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/528895/  ...I used to be an innocent child, one that basked in the glory of being privileged, intelligent, and slightly infamous but one,... certain event changed my views and attitude of life forever.  At the age of ten I was kidnapped and held for six years.  Did I get my revenge on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/524777/ Diversions; onslaught on my mind.Changing pace, a speeding world, spinning by.Life.The in-between.Death.A consistent pattern, unstoppable. Interchangeable, no resistance.Life.  Death.  The current onslaught of my mind.  People drop dead left and right, all around me, all around you.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/523567/ I cleaned out childhoods box today,And found nothing but memories,From when life was endless play.... Now just a box full of childish worriesI pieced through the odds and endsAnd wiped the bottom cleanThrew away my innocence And childish hopes and dreamsIt brought the past to the presentAnd showed m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/517372/ Choose your words carefullyAnd tread softlyWith hopes and dreams in mind.Keep your own visions of truth,Right before your very eyes.See the things that only you can seeInterpret the world in waysThat others could never imagineThe minds eye of your eyes mind.Choose your words carefullyAnd tread softl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/516578/ This is not for those that want to read something happy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/507030/ Am I being too... stern with him?Staring with unsmiling eyesKeeping myself composed, suppressingMy feelings and telling him countless liesBut these feelings that we feel,Deep inside, and overflowing with compassionTurning what we want into what could be realMaking dreams into scenes of absolution Hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/504908/ A few journal entries of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/504764/ I'm dead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/497929/ Haiku for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/495563/ Invasion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/493728/ I'm closing this gapBetween me and what I wantForget me If you likeI'm trying to forget youAnd the things that we've done                 You don't deserve thisTortureI'm goneAnd not planning on returingDo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/493504/ Dear... lost friend?, I'm not sure if that is the right title to give you but I can't exactly say or call you anything mean, because you see, I have unfinished things to say to you.  The way that we felt things... just weren't right and I think, I hope that you know that.  See, I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/492247/ Just a dream that I'm trying to piece together... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/491811/      "So... how'd you get here?"     "Well that's not usually the first  thing we get asked," the two boys replied simultaneously, with a little smirk on both of their faces.     They were both good looking, very pleasing to the ey.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/491770/ You realize that when I leave you I lose everything?Right?Look at you two!You know what he wants,But you don't stop him from wanting you.You don't tell him no. You're both so cozy,Eating up each others love.(You know what you're doing,Just feeding the fire.)It's adultery o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/489427/ I'm trying to tell someone that I'm letting go of them. This is my calm poem releasing my anger about my friends doing drugs. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/485993/ The casual hello, which really means I want you.  Just look at us, we're pathetic aren't we? The tips of my fingers are tingling, just itching to touch you, wanting to run through your hair, but you're not here, not by my side. Everything is tinged red with our passion, but it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/473965/ The sun it setting, themoon rising, and little globes of white light are beginning to pepper the darksky. The day has run itself tothe end, the seconds have ticked themselves away, every minute has gone by, andthe hours have long passed. It is night, day has.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/456864/ Zap zap! Goes the fly,When it hits the light.Buzzing around the room,Zooming from wall to wall.Irritating and driving you mad. QUICK! It's landed!Where is the blasted fly swatter?You run back into the room,Fly swatter in hand,But where has it gone? Then...A moment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/451475/ I'm so pessimistic that sometimes I feel like it rains JUST for me. I don't have bad days, I have terrible days.  I LOATHE people that use the 'N' word.  I will NEVER talk to you if you say it!  I'm pretty sure I'm atheist, but I haven't decided yet...  I have a hard time believi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/447363/ These feelings crowd my mind, setting the scene for what I don't want to happen.  I need to come to truce with myself, except the things that I just can't control; move on.  Things happen, we all understand that, but we wish we could predict what's coming next, to prepare for or prevent th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/436187/ I wear this mask of mine.  Do you see it?  It's there plastered on my placid face, a replica of what I really look like.   It's speaking to you, with lips unmoving; it's communicating to you in a way that I could never grasp, modus operandi that I never learned.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/424229/ I believe that this explains perfectly how I've felt for quit awhile now.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NightsShade/421057/