http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nialligimino The original writings of author Nirego en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071561 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Hollow Man is full of ghosts,he cannot grasp what he needs most.His demons, ghouls, regrets and fearsreduce the Hollow Man to silent tears.Just a shell after the life he lost,he never knew what it would cost.His demons linger and watch him weepand choose their moment - in they creep.He's his onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1701380/ Depression.It isn't just having a bad day,or feeling more down than usual. Anxiety.It isn't just nerves or jitters, or worrying about how you're going to pay your next bill. Yes, most people will have moments when they feel depressed,or experience true anxiety. That's normal... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1678622/ A drunken shaga post shag fagan awkward conversationand an anxious sensationWould it be what we fearedwould things become weird? We said that they wouldn'tand hoped that they couldn'tA friendship so longso close, so  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1406543/ The tongues flicker to and froabove the glowing, ebbingand flowingintensityincreasing then retreating;a shining beacon of heat thatdulls and returns to gloriousiridescence, red hotopalescent crystals crying outfor more.Fresh oxygenationbrings an end to the starvationand a new tongue reaches out.Lapp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1345845/ A bit of a stab at social media, particularly the way it is used by some as an outlet for emotions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1338975/ Another Rhhmey-Wimey-Rhythm Poem that I knocked out in about 20 minutes. It describes the emotional torture you can feel when your heart says something, but your head just won't let you say it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1296746/ In January this year my long term Girlfriend (now approaching 5 years) was diagnosed with M.E./CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome). Things are becoming evermore strained. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1264612/ The pain she hides frustrates meYet the pain she shows deflates me.The joy I give her elates meYet the joy she gave evades me.We are torn apart by a diagnosisYet drawn closer to ease the prognosis.The love is there, but the fire is notYet the wish to rekindle and recapture hot.She's clinging on to l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1264605/ I try and I lieto myself that I can still believebelieve in tomorrowI am a jokerI am a foolA modern day warrior losing his battlewarring with his own trepidation. Wake upIt's midnight. Wake upIt's midnight and the clock strikes twelveMoonbeams burst lighting the darkthe darkness of the mor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1233913/ Beaten, Broken, Scarred - I never should have made it this far.You turned your back on mewith your corporate greedso now I'm turning on you.Therapy and a new-found hopeis now what gets me through.You've damaged me on the inside,but long ago I realised that you're damaged throughout.I gave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1217523/ A depressed person rejecting ill-considered attempts at assistance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1217492/ A friend coaxes a depressed person out of the darkness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1217487/ The best days of our liveswere the ones we spent togetherLost to the sands of our timeson this mortal Earth, forever Risen to a higher plane - this existence superseded.Souls sent to be ordained -corporal vessels henceforth unneeded  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1217483/ We begin to slowas the beat that we march to slowsThat drum of lifeThis pump of lifeStraining against the shroudin which life has it enveiled. We begin to gowhen the beat that we groove to can no longer goThat hub of lifeThis stub of lifeRestrained in its shroud it toilson that in which its pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1217480/ Inspired by Annabellee's "I Can't Forget" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1216581/ Wake up and see the bigger picture... This is a spiritual journey; however, there is a more literal explanation for the inspiration in the notes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1198148/ Thewind is whispering a prayer to you...Hearits call.Thesewords have travelled far for you...Receivethem.Theirmeaning is understood only by you...Heedit.Thebreeze that blows the four winds windybeyondthe seven bridgesisthe breeze that knows an eternity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1198113/ I'm not sure about this at all... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1197685/ Another battle with the mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1196601/ He's a man without hope... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1196086/ Let's have a bed-time wrangleauto-asphyxia? - I don't strangleI'm not into BDSMand I don't want to drink your phlegmYou're just a little freakyyour looks are sexily geekyI love your wit so cheeky, but you want to be smothered in soup - c**k-a-leekie? I want to roll around in the sheetsyou .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1195846/ Prior to the sun rising in the morningthe chorus announces the new day dawningHaving not slept I'm sat here yawningplaying COD all night - I keep respawning! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1189615/ Highly graphic and disturbing - proceed with caution! Created for the Embrace Your Inner Creep contest: http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Embrace-your-inner-creep-/48378/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1186788/ How did we get to this tightening of censorship?Contravention of Freedom of Speechsucking creative blood like a leech.For me it remains to be seenwhat exactly counts as "Teen",but blood and gore is surely mature?Who are we thoughto forget about the Emos?A fourteen year old childwith satani.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1186627/ Whispers in one ear:"don't do it...don't do it"The screams are all I hear:"do it, you have nothing to lose" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1185065/ Such fragilityIn what was once so strong.Rusted capabilityHas been decrepit now for far too long.Lost tranquilityOnly occasional moments appear serene.Screaming obscenityFew words able to describe what's been. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1184785/ Help Me.I cannot find the words to tell youand I don't know what to do -this is hard for me, so pleasegive me time.Relax.Let your guard downand allow me to seewhat it is that you hide -        release the pain, let it free.I want to break down these wallsthat you've used to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1181878/ A sight to behold all gilded in goldas it glistens in the twighlightand the moonlight.On a warm evening they swarmand eventually conformtheir opinions to  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1181842/ The edited version of the original http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1181634/ Some moments are common and others are rare.Experience the rarest only if you dareThe rarest moments in life can be the best and the worst -A blessing and a curse.There won't be many occasions when you're allowedto see beyond another's shroud.You might think you know someonebut when they open their .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1181616/ You never truly know someone until you're given insight.No words or tales can show you the innermost self.When you see into their head and their heart...You will discover that only then can you startTo learn that which they have on their hidden shelfAnd the revelations you discover might just give y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1181073/ All it takes to change your perspectiveIs to step back a little and be reflectiveYou really don't have to be a detectivebut the process involved is truly elective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1181042/ I've been to darkest depths -the deepest hollowsand I have weptto the dankest sorrows.I've been empty inside -felt pain throughout;the confidence outsideis all you knew about.I've been seconds away from disaster and death;I almost intendedto take my last breath.I had lost my self worth -my self.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1179931/ Inspired by the piano man and someone special. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1120085/ Monologue of inner hatred and how society provides the model of external display when something is not to our liking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1120077/ The vast darkness spans long and wide.The unyielding depth of crevassescreating mazes side to side.When will it end as the flow makes its way?Carving a path for itself randomlyin a quest to seek out the day.It ducks, it divesit splits, it re-finds.The stream grows as it searches time;exploring every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1119285/ I killied a man today, but if you take that at face value I'm sure you're thinking, "yeah, you're a soldier. It's not the first time and probably won't be the last, so what's so special about this time?", but it was different. No scope allows you to feel your foe, to smell him and to hear him as you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1118364/ There are people who should carebecause they're obligated to.The impact when they doIs far less than if they won't.There are people that needn't botherbecause it's no business of theirs,but the impact if they dareIs far greater than if they don't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1118136/ Poetry of innocencefrom a mind that's young and pure.Poetry that's in a sensefrom a mind that is unsure.Words trying to conveya story that's unfinished.Writer trying to allayfears that won't diminish.He tries so hard to justifythe life that lay behind.Thoughts and feelings just defy;to the futu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1118076/ I think I am a man of honourand I've lived a life that's true.So when I am a gonerI know just what I'll do.I'll get up to those pearly gatesand to St Peter I will ask"Does the pub stay open late?"and "Can I borrow your hip flask?"If he tells me "No" to bothI'll take it as a joke.Surely this can't be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1117739/ It's never goodwhen blood runs redwhen it should be in your veinsand art'ries instead.You never shouldin newspapers be readin articles of disdainwhen you should be alive instead.It's never goodwhen blood runs red.Another young man killed againall because he was just misled.You never shouldhave let y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1117732/ Quick micro poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1117710/ This is incredibly personal to me, it's the hardest emotional time of my life and still fills me with sadness. I did get over it and the memories we have from our time together are among the best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1117690/ Two lovers share a bedI watch from the cornerThe first lay waiting, spreadsoft-slow kisses adorn her.Skin so soft and delicatethe lips' touch is tenderThe passion is so intricatemore than I could lend her.They know each other wellexploring every zone.The first's pleasure swellsas if they are alone.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1117670/ Inspiration all around,but barely time to think.Inspiration all aroundas my sanity begins to shrink.Creative thoughts abound - my inspirational albatross.My focus run agroundcausing sleep to be lost.Timekeeping cast asunder.Chronos walked the plank.Lost in cranial thunderemptying the tank.I con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1116907/ Words flowcreativity pours.Mind winds blowRhyming lures.Imaginative overloadWriter's fire.Consciousness sewedwith mental desire.Passion withinstreaming throughout.Consciousness grinsfrolicking about.The outer folliesthe inner sorrow.Yesterday's jolliesThoughts of tomorrow.When inspiration strikesyou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1116765/ As I wait to be discoveredI journey reading the works of others.Many emotions in stories, poems and tales,but with many my empathy fails.I have wisdom plenty and logic aboundbut know not much of the experiences I've found.I have no children nor lovers cruel,no love unrequited or broken rule.I have m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1116463/ In times of need and times oftroubleI know that you’ll be there.You’ll pick me up and lend a handTo you I'm all laid bare. If you were gone I’d be withoutMy crutch, my life, my dreams.I've had my past, but now you’rehereGifti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1116425/ My mind persists in playing tricksIt jokes and jests - I can't resistIt dreams me dreams and conjures schemes.All day and nightno meagre respiteThen such a blow is struck when I recoilfrom within myself and begin to toil that it cannot become and will not be done.I can now see the frailtyin my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1116416/ Out in the cosmos is the only placewhere I can find solacein its grace.So violent up close yet from afarit seems so peaceful -a beautiful scar.Nature creates like no other -there's no better artistthan beauty's mother.I think then of this turbulent Earthand how there's no calm harbourin this life's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nialligimino/1116294/