http://slow.writerscafe.org/lyss The original writings of author lyss en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996230 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am not having a very good day.Today is a day I wish to be held.A day where all I want to do is curl into a ballAnd pretend. I would like to pretend that the world is not the place it is.I would like to pretendThat horrible things don't happen.Today is a dayThat I need someone.Do the romantics.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1477374/ What I love most about snorkeling is the feeling of weightlessness.The deeper you get the less alone you feel.When i'm pulling myself through the waterI like to close my eyes and it feels like i'm taking a deep breathA warm breath and when i breathe in my lungs fill not with water,but with a he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1476942/ Kindly please.Step lightly.PleaseSpare me the words.I know why you did what you did. I also know that I deserve moreRespect and Love Than you ever gave me. I'm not bitter.So i'm a little bitter,But after all it was a text. A mindless, I give up text.A text that I woke up to.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1476312/ A relationship I thought would last, but didn't. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1476306/ No one cares.I mean it.Not a single person cares.How extraordinary is that? I don't mean to say that no one cares when bad things happenor when tragedy strikes,but rather that people live for the drama, the scandal.I only ever hear about the highest of highs or the lowest of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1387133/ When I was little...I used to sleep on my front,My side, My other side,Anywhere but on my back.Simply put, I was afraid of dying.I had this irrational fear That if I fell asleep on my backI'd wake up dead. When I was little I was afraid of dying.Now that I'm olderI only sleep on my ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1357062/ My life has been a stir of emotions.I feel as though I've been thrown into a potfull of lifewith sadnessand joy.Lately I've been thinking of my loved ones that are lost.There are emotions that one cannot describe because they are all thrown into a pot.At any moment I can be any emotion and none.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1310506/ Give me chemicals.Let me play with fire.I want to skip Giddy with gleePlaying with chemicals.I am a sorcerer,an alchemist,a dreamer.I am awesome.Let me play with fire. And Chemicals.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1276504/ Take me back.To the crunch of the bark beneath my feet.To my breath floating away in the wind.I want to be free again.To be the huntress stalking the night.I miss running through trees,Stopping to press my thumb against the bark,Moving my finger in circles Spelling out a code only I knew.Take m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1276005/ I'm lost.Why do I feel so alone?Maybe I'll feel better over the Holidays.Maybe I wont.All I know is that i'm tired.I'm scared.I'm cold.I'm not in a dark place, in fact I'm in the opposite.And yet all it takes is some photos I'm cut out of.Some photos I'm not tagged in.Some photos where I am erased.D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1275994/ This is a short story (only a page) that I hope some of you will appreciate. What can I say other than I was influenced by the season. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1270518/ I'm stretching,Goodness help me I don't know what to do.My body is changing It's strange really...Gaining weight can change a person. Tighter, tighter till I can't get my shorts above my thighs.I cry out in despair wondering what has changed.It wasn't supposed to be this way, I'm in my prime.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1224746/ He's so depressing sometimes.Makes me want to block my earsWith beeswax like the sailors of old. Is it so hard to askTo stay innocent,  Happy,blissfully ignorant, of the horrors of the world. He makes me face the monsters under the bed,Yet sometimes I ask myself, Isn't that what heroe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1224556/ I love the feeling Of laying in bedWith my feet housed by blankets,My head sinking into the softest pillow, Arms wrapped around me protecting me. He accuses me of sleeping too muchBut you know, I truly can't help it.Who wouldn't want to escape into a dream landFree of stress, worries, pain?&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1177359/ I'm tired of the crying,Of the pain The way my breathing is muffled by my pillowSounding like someone drowningIn the mucus The salt watered tears. I cry because I care.How could I let something I care so much forGo LeaveAnd never come back? I curl up into a ball,Hoping .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1174896/ I long for the days I sat on her lap,The rocking lulling me to sleep.To think of all the times she picked me upAnd brushed the tears off my cheeks.I owe my mom so much. I remember crawling up to herWith a pencil and a paperTo sit next to her chair as she talked on the phone.I knew I wasn't to i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1174011/ Oh, to have a boyfriend that's a poet.Sometimes I sit and stare As he types with his little glare.His eyes focused on his work,Intent to fill the world with words. What could be more inspiring than to have words woven in front of you?He sometimes spouts off rhymes Silly ones that make me smile,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1173814/ They move slowly oh so slowly... I admire them for their determination.I wish my life could be as slow as them Maybe then I could find the peace.The peace that they have in not knowing their fate. Have you ever observed the slowest of the slow,The creatures that move as though they are old.I wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1173767/ Looking up into the sky All my dreams, hopes, expectationsFloating above my head.It's time.I never saw myself getting here,I never thought i'd make it.I always thought i'd give up, cut my wrists, suffocateBecause life didn't seem worth it.I wanted to make those around me feel my pain,They never unde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1173744/ "Smell the roses"My mama said,Frowning, I refused.How naive the young are.I should have known my mama was right...Now I stand herestarring at my life.Why couldn't I have smelled the roses?Looking back they seem brighter,more appealing.Now I stop to smell the roses.Mama's always right,Life is pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1170585/ I lie here feeling the heat on my faceEyes closed, breathing deep.How come silence makes thinking easier?I could lie here all daylistening to the water crash, to the children laughing.I find peace in these momentscurling my toes in the chilled sand.I crave these momentsthe peace and solitude in my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1170538/ Something I wrote about a crush awhile ago. I was at a time in my life where I wasn't sure of where I was going in life and in relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lyss/1170528/