http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tearsanddreams The original writings of author Tears Forgotten en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028616 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There is a very simple fact that is very much overstated, and overated.  This simple fact is, monsters exist.  I know one might think this can't be, this person is insane, but the truth still remains this is a fact.  Monsters and oh so creatures of the night exist.  Just like the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/622866/ Thoughts slipping from my headJust beyond my graspToo far for me to find These words on the verge Of being said upon my toungeSlipping from me just like before I cannot recall, us meeting beforeThen why on earth would I call your name?Like I have said it many times over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/607655/ Heart racing... heavy, quick, frantic breathing, the loud thudding of shoes deperately trying to go faster on rough, unstable ground... an blood pulsing so louldly its all you can hear.  Ah, the unmistakable sounds of someone being chased by, in their eyes a monster or predator, but actually a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/595188/ Sometimes it is easy to forget who you are after a long time of being someone else.  Personalities blen, memories mingle, and the result is a person no one can recognise..  someone new. Someone who shares the same features as an old friend, but that's it, they only look like them.... Whoev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/583718/ Nonhumans born to be "hunters", keepers of non kind... Is noone just a person anymore? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/583699/ What happens to angels when they have been robbed of that that makes them who they are.... what are then? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/500010/ please read this and comment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/499183/ I have no Idea where this came from.. so maybe you can give some insight on this... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/480711/ very random ... just wrote it on the spot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/453548/ The truest and most strangest metaphoric poem ever... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/445615/ something to think about http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/435336/ I got bored again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/429200/      I couldn't believe this was happening.  I could feel everything disapperaing in front of me, as my blood surrounded me in the street.  I felt cold.  I felt hate, a hate that could kill anything around me as I looked into the dark, dead eyes of the one who had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/426376/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/426373/ I wrote this when I thought about how our everyday lives are really no different then those of soldiers, and war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/426353/ "seclusion" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/425405/ I cannot forget my memories... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/425315/ Something to think about... This was one of my first poems I ever wrote... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/425037/ This is something I wrote when I heard about a story of a girl who almost died because of someone she loved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tearsanddreams/425034/