http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dark2Light The original writings of author Dark2Light en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776029542 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The warmth of your arms is a distant illusionThe reality is I am just waiting to be replaced. On the back burner, waiting to be enflamed. Waiting for a decision that won't be made Releasing to the flow knowing there will soon be a tidal wave. I cannot escape I cannot change or contr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2048273/ Zero to 500 instantly The immediate urge to both stay and fleeA crawling sensation creeping from the heart to all parts of me. A dire feeling of urgency A screaming of insecurity Too much false comfort and nurturing Ignorance of reality. I want t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2046596/ View EditLook across and see the darkThe art of disappearingUnspoken words and emotionsToo sunken for resurfacing Into the night it creepsBecoming harder to endureThe day light helps it sleepBut the quiet forces its pulse And the pain just crawls deeperUntil the strength to fight is g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045910/ love in many words a boy and girl a time of sweet temptation and roads that bend and swirl far into the future up into the sky the visions climb so quickly isnt that how it goes?a heart that glows until it burns out swiftlyas the path extends forever into the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045909/ Dark and handsomeHe reminds me of the 40’s somehowOf old Hollywood and cigars But that’s probably because of the restaurant atmosphere. Or because he was wearing a blazer. Or the second Or the third beerThe kiss did it. A lot of kisses do. The first one at least. But that one was really .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045905/ A friend of mine died alone In a strange land, singing a sad song The preacher said he was tired and hungryThen he tried to sell us a band aid for our souls. I heard a message of love from the godless And a message of hate from the saved I became a child of divinity In an empty space I learned that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045904/ You have leaving in your eyesAnd apologies in your smile You are slowly beginning to place your shoes Pointed toward the door. Your mouth lies here but progressivelyYou do not live here anymore. I am like a puddle of muddy water In your eyes, like sunshine, I evaporateThere is a rising flood of memo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045903/ I am not a lady lying in wait I do not fool myself that you're intending to stay And just so you know I usually don't stick around to play For too long You have caught my attention For long enough for me to listen and watch You have got my affection Until I feel like it has been lost On a person who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045902/ I felt it in my heart and then I felt it crawl down my spine Sink into my legs and into my feet as I began to move I wish I would have worn another dressBecause the mental image is such a mess Nothing like a movie scene Not like what they do on screen I wish I had said something sweet But all I did .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045901/ She lays like a junk car Pieces of metal and machinery removed as needed Leaving the parts of no use behind in the junkyard Piece by piece Layer by layer The mechanics take what they see As the http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/2045899/ The earth opened beneath her as his gaze fell into her's. She could barely breathe lest he would notice her shaking hands beneath the smooth wooden lounge table. His guitar was an appendage; attached to him like his soul. He played it as if it were a physical manifestation of his entire aura and it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/1982691/ The inner me is attempting to burst from the external skin. My destruction, the pain, is crawling like parasites within. I am fighting urges telling me to release them, to slice their bondage and let them flow in crimson onto this floor.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/1945261/ The lonely are destined to always bedespite the crowd, the company. For they are walking within solitudein a mind that confines and with a spirit that will not concludeto be content in alignment that is not trueto stop questioning and rest in knowing. Loneliness is within the soulthos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/1945260/ She stared blankly then she fell stepping into a familiar hellas her heart failed to beat. You cannot have me she said as she gave it all away. To put it mildly, she fledfrom the martyr and the pain. It's a tragedy, he saidoh such a shamethat you were left unclaimed.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/1945259/ The connection between the story being read years later by a lover from the past, a poem by a road side "mountain man", and the narrator's life all connecting to Rhododendrons. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dark2Light/1183917/ I am working on something. 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