http://slow.writerscafe.org/chocolate_addict The original writings of author chocolate_addict en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776035996 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "In a house with many doors..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/588220/ "...Buy me off the lot..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/588218/ She couldn't smile back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/588213/ "...It could be getting to me..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/522657/ "...I’ve held it too steadfast..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/522656/ "They never say that loneliness breeds in the back of the class" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/501773/ Melancholy: a gloomy state of mind http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/491985/ Lies are your lover. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/464099/ "He used to adore her." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/459627/ "Go get lost in yourself. Get out of my skin. Escape this unfitting shell. Search for the outside through sin." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/459487/ hmm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/457592/ "I have a complaint. About living inside your paper heart." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/456141/ "...Our emotions are fickle things left behind us, dreary and soaked with unsatisfactory indulgence..." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/455575/ I am holding this death dance of smoke between my fingers... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/451403/ The imperfectly beautiful the room was the medium a wondering mind...Only memories running behind my eyes... Only cruel imagination teasing my senses. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/443002/ When the music vanishes with me, and I am silent...Find the desolate streets like magnetic hearts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/434982/ We�ll parade in quieted steps through the sole beaten trails on the forest edge and stalk imaginary beasts. We�ll sigh lover�s dreams into the slumbering blossoms of the spring trees and hum the nightmarish melodies by the despairing willows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/433934/ She can sit in silence, in a wordless void, but her mind is on the tracks again and there is no stopping it...The anger and malice of her unhindered emotions shadowed her sanity... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/432501/ The lonely, barren city street riddled with puddles of runny paint reflections of the world is around her again and the gravity of misery works upon her feet so that she can never move forward. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/429257/ All the words and arts of expression are suddenly submerged by chaotic spurts of emotion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/428461/  Reflected in her eyes against the pool of anguish.Have you seen the day rise and damn the night?Her shattered soul lies on your floor.Take it with the heart you wear. The battle has broken the doors.The war has lost the way. Her hair shadows her eyes and you do not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/426626/ Your little defiance and that sugar coated smirk Your pokes and prods leave my patience mangled... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/422770/ I clung to our misery, Our righteous denial. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/420710/ Look through the glass. Place a hand on the translucent shadow. Pull me out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/420361/ Breathing, Bleeding, Human alive... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/420360/ I told you a lie but I�m done. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/420359/ What are you but the keeper of my soul? Who are you but my miserable romance? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/420357/ After reading quietly she is thrust into the mood that seems painfully familiar. Setting the worn book back among the piles and stacks of others on the shelf, she waits. Her love for all things written by human thoughts is insatiable. Her mood consumes he http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/420355/ The illusions were snow, drifting down. John Leary could see everything. Just a short piece I wrote on magic tricks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chocolate_addict/420353/