http://slow.writerscafe.org/aekmy The original writings of author Aekmy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018855 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “It only takes two seconds.” Flat toned words stepped from my mouth. His desperate words, mangled by spit and emotion, disrupted my peaceful thoughts. Several voices encouraged me and, though they originated from an insane place, I considered their ideas. A desperate attempt to shorten .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/1942540/ "I'm knocking on all these doors, but no one is behind them, only empty rooms."I’m so tired of being sad, of cryingmy Saturday away, like I had a spare day.But time spent in my head,(In this solace I call my daydreams.Just a nap)Is always better than time outside, right?Fresh air and sunshine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/1888608/ "When you're a tourist in the city you were born, then it's time to go."There were so many ways I wanted to express myself today. 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Unknown.Disconnected from the world, from myself and the threads of time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/764447/ When you rest your eyes, I hope I’m dancing in the darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/746542/ I melted, hot like the butter in my mothers' Alabama kitchen on a Sunday afternoon right after church when the chicken was made and the women were cookin' and the kitchen was alive. Your tongue, sweet in my mouth, tasted my honey lips. Your hands, like fine cotton sheets, we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/745183/ You seek the green trees, a warm breeze,yet all you receive are the wiltingpetals I manage to bloom.You search for life, desperate for one high.A train comes by and you're gone,only to be forgotten.You sing a song and I listen for too long.Your voice is wrong in my earsand I'm done sitting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/737892/ If you knew everything I were thinking, sirens would be sounding off in your head like a nasty night in New York. I can't explain to you the nightmares I see. Talking about them makes them real and I can't believe. The images burn my eyes, burn my soul. You are the paint in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/737859/ Life is a flickering candle. Wind will blow and the rain may wash you out, but in the end, it's the friend that does you in. He pinches the flame, suffocates you. You're strangled. 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I want to feel the intensity surging through my veinswith youbymy side.I'd share my fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/629856/ My world is perfect with you.You make me feel like singingon a gloomy day.You chase my troubles,you chase them away.We'll run through flowersand hum a merry tune.Keep me next dooror I'll lose you.My world would be very darkwithout you. I'd build an arkto move away, sail out to sea.Come looking for m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/629853/ I leave my name on my lipsjust to remember that kissyou gave me. 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Expressions of guilt, fame, wisdom, and sadness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/614858/ I’m border line on my emotions at this point. So easily could I listen to a few words and be sucked into the world I experienced last night, or I could travel back up memory lane; forget. Any human would choose the wrong path.Any human would choose the paththat they knowwill destroythem.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aekmy/614854/ Your breath reminds me of a warm, sunny day spent at the beach. I'm the shore and you're the ocean. Your affection washes on me, takes something away and gives a little back each time. Heat radiates from the sun -your warm eyes-. They praise me, address me, and adore me with every glance. 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