http://slow.writerscafe.org/KillingSoftly The original writings of author Firefly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070600 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am new, new to a worldBorn at the beginning.I am merely a child of eighteen Years with the sense of False confidence that is falling withEvery blow of time I take.A fence, with iether peoples onThe sides opposing eachother.All born from the same ancestoryBut different opinions .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1265879/ Nobody likes to feel alone.So when Rob sat there, with a smile on his face. A smile broken by scars on his bottom lip, Seemingly bemused by everything, In a room, seven feet by seven feet, with padded walls.Nobody knew why he was So elated on his own in that small space all the time. None of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1253320/ The Mirror is my enemy, itPierces me, burns me, forcesMe to see the shell that i am Encased in with no escape, Holds me in, contains The consciousness That allows Me to wheep onto paper.The tears form my thoughts. They are my release, to whichMy eyes dearly need.My power comes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1245706/ We cannot run from our choices. Or the demons they may create. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1238528/ My mind twists my senses, Turns them into worries.My heart weighs down, crushingMy love, the feeling, it will kill. My thoughts change to paranoia.My love changes to longing.The gap in my chest, needsTo be filled, the crevice,The emptiness left, growsBy the day, creating hate, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1232234/ I am not myself, i am not me.I am the essence of what i Can be, what could come Of me, if there is more to meThan meets the eye, i Want to keep it hidden.I try to find it, that feeling.I believe it's there, somewhere, But i do not deserve that love.I fall, alone and cold. I hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1229318/ My pages bleed forgivness for you,Cut by that which is mightier than the sword.My eyes poor empty, burst the damn,Releasing the ocean of emotion beyond it.My hands blister through my soul,Mourning the death of our union. To see  love, you must merely read my thoughts.To see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1175121/ The pace quickens, the Never ending race.She's so close, yet So far ahead.Be it by an inch ora mile, second is still second. Power through, move forward.Accept second, second by Second, until the end.First place, isout of reach, it's Attempt, brings only pain. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1173134/ Thunder reigns, claiming it's right.Screams echoe through a forgottenLand, silence follows like a Quite that kills.For thou cannot witness Thy cannot understand.Death reniews, life destroys.Humanity's genocide.If beauty shall prevail, itMust follow death.From the ashes of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1164999/ For my little beauty :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1164993/ The slow death of a mid-night socialite. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1157335/ Nothing.There's nothing,an absence.An abyss, a void. Shades of black envelope Our world, with sprinkles of hope,Dotted among the dark.Although the darkness is everywhere, So isthe beauty.An ocean of light reflectsAn ocean of light In a world of nothing.The darkness hides ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1156807/ As our eyes drop like stone The only thought pacing through our brain is the absence of those we love. Those very few that bring The light into our lives, letting no other shadow shrowd the beauty in everything. The love that smiles with you, Cries with you and sighs with you. Withou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1138280/ the passing of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1133136/ Here,a member of this human race, that which creates,Destroys and renews.It stands along a hill top, with those flowers that drench the horizon.This natural painting, floural forest etches its way into this creatures mind.It's eyes settle on this image of life, allowing this river of won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KillingSoftly/1132524/