http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gareth6D The original writings of author Gareth6d en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776212620 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Rome was lost in a day. It's true that one mans joy is another mans plot to take it from him. I was on top of the world and had it all. But now all I have is my great fall and the red and orange leaves accompanying it. I sit alone in my room surrounded by books I've never read.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1150470/ Oh how the mighty keep falling. They said that it was the end of the world. But it turns out it was only the end of me. I forget things because I’m already dead. I just don't know it yet. When you're at the top there's only one place left to go, and I'm feeling dizzy from this downward spiral... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1150469/ I’m turning down the culture.I’m missing what I use to know.I walk alone followed by a vulture.Who ironically built my throne.If ever I need a break.I have to get in line.Ordinary people don’t know what I have at stake.But luckily my poker face activates when I say I’m okay.L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1150468/ Welcome to the collapse. Self medication is the best remedy in this situation. Approved by the team who brought you the serial killer gene. Dim the light's and cue the music. I've dusted myself off and I've shined my shoes. I've pressed my tux and freshened up. Now I'm rolling in stride with a new f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1150467/ To feel like I'm half-way through the endIs to know that it was only my heart I couldn't mend.We take all we could giveYet, they say that's how we're supposed to live.I chose a seperate path to follow.A seperate path that everyone thought was hollow.I'm afraid of success and I'm afraid of you.I'm af.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1149914/ I'm fixing all the broken shelves that I had a purpose on. None of them could withstand the weight of your expectations. But as always I'm trying to live up to your high standards and fill them with the type of s**t that could only satisfy a taste for the pure. I acknowledge my faults but how can yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1149912/ I wish I could say this without a second of doubt or a feeling of repent. But I’m witnessing something in the making. The making of something that could finish life as we know it on this God forsaken planet. It might not be true. But we’ve been bending the truth for ages to suit our endl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1149911/ She lives on a plane and dreams of better days. She travels the world but wishes she could stay. I still can't tell if she's an angel or a devil in disguise. But either way she's got wings and disappears every morning when I open my eyes. And I'm taking medication to figure out if she's real. Or jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1149910/ I feel like I'm becoming a joke. For everyone just to stand around and laugh about. While my social value falls in doubt. I never know what to think. When life comes around and I attack these walls with bloody fists. While hate drips from my dry cracked lips. I know I have to grow up someday. But I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1149908/ Just like the days of yester-year, I miss the childish nature of a joke gone wrong. We were the kings of a town littered with alcoholics. Elvis would've been proud. We know we have to grow up sometime, but how can it be done when there's a city full of wet roads and whole female hearts to puncture p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1144885/ Stand still and take the punches. Your parents won't know what hit them till you're gone. Sell the radio and beg on busses. How can something so good be so wrong? The track marks are signs of regret. Yet you won't trade those nights for anything in the world. We stand on porches and wait for the su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1144884/ Nobody said that romance wasn't for the faint of heart. And that it's so damn hard to breathe while we're far apart. And my childish ways and insecuritys keep showing up. Yet I still trust you to take good care of my fragile heart. And I know I'm not perfect, and I know I sometimes fail. But someh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1144883/ Things can get out of hand pretty quickly if you plan to drink all your sorrows away. We're so destructive to ourselves we make messiahs cry. At least she was wet when the bar ran dry. I'm treating this as the first sign of decomposition. Give it a week or 2 and this "thing" will have become one wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1144882/ HE: 13/09I wanted her nails in my back but I got a knife instead.She left without saying a word and her scent still can’t leave my bed.I drift along hopelessly and drown my sorrows like a lost soul.My heart is now just an organ and my existence just a black hole.One that seems to make everyone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1144879/ The cancer found it's host and the girl finally found what she wanted most.There is no happy ending here...She met him the day she heard she was going to die.He met her the day he promised that he would give up trying.They fell in love despite knowing that it was doomed.They kept loving ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gareth6D/1143827/