http://slow.writerscafe.org/Comatose The original writings of author Comatose en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006174 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 7:12 am.Far too early for the shot glass full ofwhiskey I just drained,And far too late to fix anythingThat I faithlessly destroyed.I pour another shot of my vicePerhaps this one will be kind enough to dull downthe overwhelming cacophony in my head.The previous ones haven't.My eyes drift from my gla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/1727598/ I don't know these feelings,And I don't want your scars.I don't want dusty dressers and   tangled hair holders,hardback textbooks on top ofpaperback treasures.     Because truth is,  Pain isn't beautiful.I want your ideas, and I want your storiesI want dragon guard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/1725940/ Though this was made months ago, and I didn't think I would share it with the world.. I'm thinking differently now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/1724980/ First english assignment, simply asked 'If you could choose your name, what would it be?' I liked my answer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/1113592/ In a flash it was here, and in another it was gone. Face it. There was never a feeling. Just a whim. Nothing was ever reciprocated, nothing ever wished for. Flailing to hold onto the one thing left, yet toying at the dark with a finger and a glimpse. Shoot it down, smite it into the dust so it may o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/978778/ Help meto transform my thoughts into a canvas, Maybethen my emotions will become clear. Thewords never seem to embody what I wish to say, Thephrases always fall short of their intentions.The harmonyof the rhymes collide,And run together like the pigments of a ruined paintin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/812913/ Rain's drizzle shrouds green fields,And tiny flowers of white dance,Glowing throughout the night.A sin tainted child weeps,Spilling her blaze upon the ground,Longing for an end to all.Chipped emeralds rest on silk,Perpetually stained by the moon's embrace,Yet he covets only the sun's warm kiss.Forev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/806819/ Blah. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/703715/ I don't have to put up with this anymore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/692959/ Yay for inspiration ^^ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/680285/ Valentines sucks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/679814/ Just a little something :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/675803/ Astar fading as goes on timeUnperceivedby any mindAmockery of what once was thereThedimming light that once was fair Theleaves falling onto the earthFrigideyes devoid of mirthTheblack capped waves upon the sandGreenmeadows now barren land The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/675791/ For...well, my dearest Twin :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/675724/ HowBeautiful You AreThe lowwinter sun shines through your hair:Givingyou the pretense of an unearthly glow,Like awreath of fire about your head.Youbuild within me a warmth of flame,Aburning licking and spreading through my chest,Ascorching, searing, blackening r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/672555/ Carefully treadingOn small stepping stones.Trying, trying, trying Endlessly to get to the other sideOf the rushing river.I don't want to get swept awayLike so many others before me.Trying to get to that promised landWaiting just beyond their reach.Stop to catch my breath and look ahead.I see yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/668118/ Another Dream catcher poem, I seem to like these http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/658278/ Blah http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/653712/ Eh, just wanted to be a bit random. Haven't posted in awhile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/653696/ Bleh... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/642662/ Bleh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/640143/ You should realize that there are things one can't do.Deny it all you will, but you'll know it's true.For one, you cannot smile and see.You can't look through my eyes and just be me.You don't have wings, so you can't fly.So tumble back to earth, back into myClutching hands, open arms and hollow eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/619113/ Just a little piece on Alice in Wonderland :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/615405/ If I close my eyes, and think real hard, I can almost imagine that the man sleeping beside me is another. I can almost see the brown curls turn to the familiar frizzy softness, and the smell of shampoo and earth turn into the intoxicating scent of marijuana and incense. As I press my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/605579/ The distant horizon showed drops In the setting sunA sense of uneasiness Yet to comeLike the calm before the storm, The battle before the warLike the devils anger Within the earth's coreThe sky was covered in crimson, A sign of danger foretoldForgiveness wrapped around Somethin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/558573/ Meh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/558571/ Just a bit twisty-like :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/558568/ Nothing significant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/558563/ Just a quick one about elves :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/558558/ A bit different, but oh well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/558550/ Sunburst...Eyes of twisting magma burned bright,Red with blood from his fight.As it slowly rose to the surface,Those eyes found their purpose.Clear lava having spilled over.Never one to hold a four leafed clover¦Set on fury and carved from sorrow,Reprisal was bound to follow.His only sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/547948/ Put the key in the lock and turn it.No hesitation.No fear.The lock clicks, and the latch springs open.For a moment there is silence. Maybe you’ll be okay.Maybe you’ll be safe.But then you’re enveloped in darkness.You scream and cry out,Hoping that someone will hear you Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/547944/ No, this poem is not about drugs of any sort. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/547534/ Just a short story I wrote in my Creative Writing class http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/544814/ Dream catcher Dream catcherCatch me a dream.Take me and break me,Rip me apart at my seams.Bring forth another smile,Another laugh from my throat.Show me into nothingness,Throw me in and let me float.Don't make me rememberThe hard times gone by.Wrap me within your feathersAnd te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/541774/  So many times have I sat in that dark room  Under the table, In the cupboard.The hours wasted in the corner  Bored...Tired...Overwhelmed...Annoyed...DistressedThe darkness lays overlike a opaque blanketor a blindfold that actually blocks lightNot even dust particles can s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/535673/ Remember the day that you two metthe train tracks bridge,the rain so wet.Remember back to your birthday nighthe held your hand,made it feel so right.Remember when you first brushed fingersthe electrifying jolt,that endlessly lingers.Remember again your first kissThe snow bit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/521534/ Sit quietly beside me hereThe world is alright Lend me your lonesome ear,Shadow me in the night The peace will comeAlong the tides of changeThe insanity, succumbAnd the threads, derange.The drifting will startThe emotions will dieBlackness take the heart,The children will cry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/519108/ Some child, behind a whisper,does live for music.Longs,To hear shimmering tones,Melody, high, low, violin " Ashokan Waltz, A sock hop, Mozart...The sweet playing of one so young,so as to set your heart overwhelmed with a joy like no other.To be touched again by the sweet angry eyes of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/518183/ When we are children,We see the world as chasing lives.The paths of healers, killers,Death, blood and knives.In this world there is no clean,No perfect innocence-From the time of birth we are leftNo blissful ignorance.So what is there to live for?When this existence is forced on yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/517672/ This life is not what I had expected. Not anymore. So much taken for granted over the years, so many things I let pass me by, and never once did I appreciate any of it. Not the beautiful colors, not the helping hands, nor the passionate feeling of love for this world, that used to burn so endle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/515139/ Warmth. . .You hate me for being me,You hate me for what I do.You hate me for refusing to see,....I am unable to blame you.-I will protect you-Cold. . .Your silent screams grew and grewechoed now by my own.I'm not foolish, unlike you,Over time, I have grown.-I will hurt you-Warmth. . .To see through.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/513490/ So cold,So cold...Yet your blood is still warm,Congealing around my fingers,On our bodies,You struggle away,It doesn't work,It doesn't work...Embrace Death's hold,You grow cold.In a temporary sleep...Burning,Burning...I feel your hate towards me,For what I did to you,It only makes me want you more,Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/513487/ I only knew time had passed us by,With my questions echoing in darkness,Until they grow faint and die.But I asked myself what I'd done,How come I feel so lonelyNow that you're gone?We weren't really friends, you and I,We didn't even get along,And as it were, I didn't want to try.Yet I only see you b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/513486/ And she remembers dying.-She woke up screaming,Hungry lungs gasping for life,Filling with the breath ofDead air and dust.Dark eyes flickering from side to sideLike flame before sputteringShe swallows the dead air and dust.-Stands and leans against dark windowpane,guts squishing and soft cloth pullin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/513485/ I thought I'd be safeI thought I'd hideBeneath the wingsYou spread so wide-You were so strongWhile I was weakBut you were wrongAnd I, too meek-When did we paveThese broken paths?Of all the liesWe thought would last?-I envied you,You envied meOur first fightWas symmetry-Both the sameAnd yet not quite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/513483/ What do I do, now I've reached the edge?What is left, but one more step?The cliff is steep to the abyss below,With no sign of a landing in sight.There are miles upon miles of empty air,Without a sound ringing through it.Once you cross the line,There is no turning back.Reaching out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/512152/ Art is a beautiful everlasting,A masterpiece that's purposely built to stayEthereal, wondrous, enduring,Memory that will never fade away.-Art is a vibrant outburst of glory,For one to admire at its peek prime,Waning to a half-remembered story,A stepping stone lost in the course of time.-Two points o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/511612/ One more time,Just one more.Feel my feet ,Leave the floor.Wish this feeling,Would always stay.Feel the pain,Fade away.Watch the room,Fade to black.As the drugs,Chew and hack.Cutting off,This world's strings.As my reason,Strains and clings.But once again,It's no use.My body submits,To the drugs abu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/511610/ Tell me the things I need to knowSights I should see, Before the final blowMirror my feelings, The ones I hid from youTruest emotion, True as the sky is blueMark me where I stand, And erase all my doubsMark me where I stand, On every spot that I countShow you my ambition,Na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Comatose/509754/