http://slow.writerscafe.org/u87y7etyy The original writings of author Lizzy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Thoughts have impaled me to this stiff bed.They nail like icicles of sliced scotch bonnet peppers, only to thaw in old wounds.One takes residence in my sternum while anothertransfixes my soul.I feel miserable today. I feel alone. I know it will get better for me. Things will be easier someday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/u87y7etyy/1296540/ She was like a star to me,this woman-she was likethe anchor of my reality.If dusk knew dawn,she would still be here.As I seek with the sunwhile the moon hides from me,I yearn for lost life.It's not in the airor the bare wind asI used to feel.She was her life,and these tears remainin just her memory... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/u87y7etyy/1152732/ Romance is multi-dimensional.I saw a toenail the other day. 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No, stop with that look on your face. I'm not responsible, and I didn't wish to kill him. I loved him or whatever that feeling in your heart is called. I really cared about him. I think I still do. But you see, love is not always enough. There are so many variables in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/u87y7etyy/858499/ Third installment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/u87y7etyy/853100/   She wore white in the dead of nightRunning and yelling, hyperventilating   Behind was a knife for the new wife.       The romance never stood a chance             They would bicker and grew sicker        &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/u87y7etyy/846288/ If you were to ask me who in this world annoys me the most, it would be myself. I annoy the heck out of myself. Sometimes I have to slap the jeebies out of me just so I can have some peace and quiet. I tell myself, "Slow down. Relax. I got this." Then I answer back, "Am I crazy? I don't got this. 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