http://slow.writerscafe.org/Carcinogen The original writings of author CarcinogenicDreams en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776195871 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Words are best when borrowed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1195959/ "First comes the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope. then death and hope and the thing Itself, waiting for me." - a Departure, La Dispute http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1177329/ Colour is dangerous.Capitalistic white tells us to buy, buy, buy,but blood anger passion red,tells us that living is notas unfortunate as the televisionmakes it out to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1152865/ What you are is not something you can explain,but sometimes,you try anyway.You turn up the musicuntil your ears hurt,until your head pounds,until thethumpthumpthumpof your heartis lost in the thumpthumpthumpof the bass and you forget you're real. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1152862/ It was years before the scars finally fadedinto the churning black swirls on his arms,and even longer before they stopped hurting altogether;a dull ache deep under his skinthat seemed amplified by late nights and long times left alone.He still traces them with his fingers,sometimes,the pad of his th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1146850/ Later, he writes, “My thoughts are birds.” Later, he writes, “This is me setting them free.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1146845/ When I was in kindergarden, I had two friends. We were five and everybody else already ignored me. Then we moved on to first grade and I made three new friends, while those old ones disappeared. Only one stayed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1141048/ "I just keep myself this sick in the head because I know how the words get you" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1139978/ When I was twelve, a girl in my grade died in an accident. We had an assembly and I was the only one who didn't cry.They called me heartless.But how could I cry for someone I'd never even talked to? Someone I barely knew the name of.But then, when I was fifteen, a boy a grade above me ki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1137681/ "The world is both our cradle and our trap" - Invisible Monsters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1137237/ Falling asleep to the sound of a gunpitch-black powder flash shooting sparksthat light up like miniature sunsWalking with atomic bomb thoughtsand a shooting-range smile proves that car crash love splinters every lesson in self-respect you were ever taught http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1137226/ You are a revolution in your head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1137207/ "Some day they'll go down together / they'll bury them side by side" ("Trail's End" - Bonnie Parker) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1134962/ You're the drum beat in my chestHands shakingBones breakingKnuckles scrapedThroat bleeding dryBecause fist fights in the fire lightAre too romantic to pass bySo give me a matchAnd I'll set you freeI promiseStone coldDrop dead Ecstasy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1127521/ Bury me alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1126343/ Growingup in a small town is exactly how television makes it out to be: you spend yourwhole life waiting to escape and then you end up working the cash register atthe corner store down the street from where you grew up until the day you die.That’s what my great great grandfather did wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1119586/ Itwist my pen cap in my hands. The end is cutting into my palm the way I’mholding onto it, but I know if I let go, my nails will be dug into my other armbefore I realize what I’m doing. In that moment, I understand why some peoplecarry around stress balls. Some detached part of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1119426/ Thisis a fictional story only because if you googled names and events you wouldn’tget a newspaper article. The story I've created is my version of reality. The characters,each and every one of them, are a blend between parts of both myself andeveryone I've met. Chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1119396/ Theday it actually happened is the day everyone finally stopped.  Welive life thinking no one’s going to miss us when we’re gone, and then ithappens and suddenly everyone cares. It’s hard to tell whether they were afraidtoo or whether they only miss you because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1119394/ Build a skyscraper for me, kid. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1119391/ When other people cry at romantic Moments, they're thinking of someone. Even if they don't cry, they're still thinking of someone. I don't know who I'm crying for because I love everyone a bit too much. Just like I write my stories and letters to "you" without ever knowing who it is I'm missing. Who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1118822/ Everything exists solely by comparison. Happiness cannot be felt without sadness and anger to compare it to. If the latter two did not exist, happiness would not be a phenominon, but instead the usual, and in this case only, state of being. This means it would become the new 'neutral' emotion, becau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1118149/ It's that feeling when a fog rolls in, molasses sticky in the heat and a bone-deep ache in the cold.Both the smothering and the harshness, together.---There's no beginning and no ending, not a distinct one, anyway. That's what scared me, once upon a time. The fading out. The fog. I thought t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1115464/ 2:30 PMI don't get how people can trail off in sentences when the realize they're wrong, or when they can't hide everything behind a smile. I don't understand how someone can be so honest. Every emotion you see on my face is scripted and rehearsed to give away the least. To play the part the best. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1114474/ "Park that car, drop that phone, Sleep on the floor, dream about me" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1113366/ Rain, darkness, fire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1110433/ You look at me like you can see inside my headto the nightmares I have where everyone I love is dyingAnd you're trying,you're trying too hard,and can I say, darlin'desperation never looked good on youBecause to you I'm just another teenage suicide,numbers on a spreadsheet,Another broken down, clockw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1110425/ The facts of life I obey may be a bit different than yours. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1107030/ Game show winners, beauty pagentsReality's not over 'til it's shown on MTVRecycle everything you've been Feel sorry for me once I'm dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1107017/ We are not everything we love.Our hate, our fear,that is what defines us.That is how we define our lives,and that is what we allow, consciously or not,to control us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1107014/ What you are is not something you can explain, but you try anyway. Five moments. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carcinogen/1106027/