http://slow.writerscafe.org/zippora The original writings of author Zippora en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003450 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I cannot fix the line breaks in this so. whatever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/2170735/ My head was full of thoughts again.Thoughts you understand,Empathize with.And I felt longing to have you hereTo talk to you an open upShare.I finally felt like I had actually missed somethingFrom you.From us.From.US.And then I realized.I lost that so long ago.And I am just missing it even more now.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/2068128/ A few days ago I went to a book storefor the first time in a very long timeand I devoured 3 books in 2 hours.Poetry of course. I don't have time to read storieseven when I've set aside time to read.There were collections of proseshort and longrhyming and not.Like my writing. It gave me hop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/2025097/ Today I will cry.Today I will feel despair wash over me.Today I will feel helpless and small.Today I will cry.Tomorrow I will fight.Tomorrow I will let my anger take over.Tomorrow my fury shall know no bounds.Tomorrow I will fight. I will fight against hate.I will fight against intolerance.I will fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1850887/ There is much hatred in the world.Against those different from your own.Not white. Not straight. Not cis. Not "normal."Cast aside and ostracized.Beat up and thrown away.Inhuman treatment for those seen asless than human.The abnormal.The ungodly.The rejects.The outcasts.They suffer.They hurt.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1849682/ "You haven't changed at all since third grade!"You kept saying this over and overAnd I could not tell you how much I have changedBecause I have changed in ways you don't see.When I was in third grade,I was everyone's friend,I trusted blindly,I was open to the world.When I was in third grade,I though.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1848433/ I think we need some timeTime to thinkTime to beTime to work on ourselvesI think we need some spaceSpace to growSpace to learnSpace to be apart and functioningI don't want to lose youBut I need timeso I don't end upLosing myself instead.This decision is killing meBut I cannot seeAnything else T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1711417/ I want moreI want more from meI want more from workI want more from life.But how do I get it?I'm graspingI'm tryingI'm failing.I need more moneyI need more changeI need more loveI need more time.I feel like this is all I will get.And this isn't enough.I want to get moreMuch moreFrom my life.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1679056/ How lives been feeling lately http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1604549/ For my beautiful fiancé http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1519146/ You cut to breathe.You cut to relax.You cut to escapeagain.I cut to feel.I cut to ground.I cut to regain myselfagain.You cut for the blood.You cut for the pretty red lines.You cut not for pain,but for pleasure.I cut for the sting,I cut for the constant reminder I am here,I cut for pain,and for pleas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1472525/ I cannot wait To have our own place.To know it's ours and no one else's.And do what we want with it.To wake up next to you everyday.And know you aren't going anywhere.To decorate it how ever we want.To have the smell of us fill the air.I cannot wait.To share every secondAt home.My real home.Wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1406082/ The thrill.  The waiting.The wanting. The lusting. It feels me with anticipationfrom the tip of my lips down.And all I wantis you.The kissing.The grasping.The gasping.The longing.I enjoy every second on the edgebut I want so badlyto justdive in.The moaning.The groping.The trust.The lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1396139/ I am honestly terrified to the bone.Making such a drastic change like this.Making it impossible to undo.Leaving every thing I know.Cutting myself off from my family.Leaving my job.My house, My car, My bed.Really leaving my old self.If I think about it too much,I think I'll back out.Change my mind an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1366629/ I think I know why I keep randomly get hit with all those bad feelings. I start to feel completely alone, and helpless. I start to think that maybe no one really knows me, because I put too much of a guard up between myself and other people. I don't even .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1359671/ rant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1318697/ I can't quite put into wordswhat it is I feel for youbecause everything is muddledbetween the past, the present,and what the future might hold.I don't regret holding you at night,or saying I love you,or sharing parts of me that no onehas ever seen before, and parts of meno one might ever see again.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1281997/ Let me listen to the same songsover and over and over again.Attach meaningsand memoriesand feelings.Let me put them on repeat all day.and night. and day. and night.Until it's engravedlike writing in cement.Let me listen to those songs laterand cry and cry and cry.Everything's changed.It's never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1279919/ I wake up after 13 hours of sleepand I still feel tired.But that's not the worst.I find myself regrettingso many choices I've made.But that's not the worst.People around me don't see anything the way it is.But that's not the worst.I'm reminded that I always end uphurting the people I care about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1279916/ I just need that little band around my wrist.It doesn't need to be expensive or fancyI would rather it wasn't.Just small and leather.Something I can keep with me.Grounding meReminding meCalming me.Just small and leather.But it's not so easyto find this little tokenespecially after you have lost.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1279913/ Written at 2am http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1268532/ I love writing.The tap of hitting a key on a key boardOr the feel of dragging a pen across a pageWatching words and meaningI've createdAppear right before my eyes. I hate writing.The constant drumming of a keyboardOr the cramp I get in my hand from using a pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1234317/ Maybe I'll just re-invent myselfReplace everything I amWith everything I've kept myself from beingMaybe instead of repeating historyI'll erase the pastand fabricate myself a happier storyThen I'll be able to sleep at nightAnd dream instead of more nightmaresAnd I'll fill myself with all these liesBe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1230357/ I know you won't respondAnd I know you don't want to hear from meAnd I know there is no way that you careBut I still have this itchIn the very back of my mindsaying I should send you a letter telling you how I amBut I ignore it. And I ignore you.And you ignore me.And this is how we will die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1228925/ There are timesI feel heavyAnd groundedLike nothing could move meAnd there are times I feel weightlessLike the world is slipping awayAnd I am going to float away. Like the normal ruleof E=MC2 doesn't apply to meAnd it all can changeBased on you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1227073/ "Don’t do something stupid"
You say
“Ok"
Is all I sayBut I can’t keep
The stupid numbness
And the emptiness from
Filling me upAnd I know how to release 
All of the nothing
But that 
Would be “some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1217157/ Of feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1213298/ A ramble. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1192595/ I cried todayand not because of the dull painin my wristor my thigh and not because I thought maybeI had ended one of the greatest thingsof my lifedue to stubbornnessNoI cried because I rememberedand I sharedand I opened upabout the s**t in my lifeAnd unlike the dull painin my wrist and thighan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1166809/ ramble http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1163823/ Life has a pattern.Everythingfalls apart.WhenHowWhyWhenThat remains a mystery.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1158492/ You have time to count the starsTime to make a wish on every oneand time to make everyone come true You have time to pick every dandylionand make a wish as you close your eyesand blow away all the seeds You have time to chase down old friendsto meet them again in a coffee shopand talk for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1151139/ I found some odd stuff in my old writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1151137/ There was two broken people Who lived in broken homes Who shared broken friends And carried broken hearts.Neither broken person let on How broken they felt toAnyone in their broken house Or to any of their broken friends One day the two broken people  Saw they brok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1140184/ From a writing prompt I did a while a go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1138896/ am·biv·a·lence (m-bv-lns) n. The coexistence of opposing attitudes or feelings, such as love and hate, toward a person, object, or idea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1134046/ First love....and a bad end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1121951/ So we are back to thisYou push me away and I stay seatedHoping one day you will realize I didn’t go home like youtold me toThe rain startsAnd fallsAnd falls And fallsFalling and splatteringThe pattern coming apart All the particles separatingBreaking.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1120885/ Junior year, my teacher gave us a journal prompts with about five minutes to complete it. One of them really stuck with me; “What would you say to the world as it was waking up”. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1120873/ How I view my state of being http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1120872/ This is a collection of responses I have written to promts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1120863/ I think that love is.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1115991/ enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zippora/1115208/