http://slow.writerscafe.org/shawnay1 The original writings of author iceteakik en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069700 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He makes me feel like I'm a passing spirit trying to find an afterlife.He makes me desperate for traits that don't become me.He makes me feel like one of those Shaduko games that are impossible to finish.He makes me feel tomorrow may never come as long as he's there,holding me back from moving on.He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1196674/ I've got a whole roll of it with your name on the seal.I found it on isle four,in between deadly assault weapons and fly sky masks.I cornered you when you least expected it,just for this moment right now.Ropes hold you still and locks keep you on lock down.But what I've got can block your words;the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1192890/ If I could ask god anything,I'd ask him for the truthOnly something he could deliver in whole.I would ask him something you normally don't ask the holy maker.If I had one chance i'd ask god why he gave me a voice.Why give me speech I poorly misuse?Why give me a hand to spell my point out,but a voice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1192880/ Fate has done me wrong before.But this time I can not ignore fate's foul play.Left or right, my path was displayedThe flames afire in my soul frayedI run in circles and find my self in front of a forked road.The gnarled trees seem to creep closer as I muse over my choicesThe nightmarish voicesAnd sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1192867/ I gave him a smile, simple and sweet.He gave me a glare, one not far off from hate.I gave to him my understanding when no one else did.He did not accept pity.I gave him my warmest embraces to ward off the cold.He pushed me away, he'd rather go cold.I gave him my promise to always care.He laughed and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1188786/ One dreams of riches and fame, another dreams of light on their nameSome dream of love, others dream simply of nothingI dream when I choose toWhen I choose to my dreams are strangeColors bursting and splashing against the skyAll different colorsThere are greens and reds, blues and orangesAll differe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1188768/ LovelinessBitternessSweetnessLove induced comasBlurs twinkle in my natural vision And kisses that never meet the skin burn hotter than hell's flamesThe heat raging taunts my dizzy brains,threatening to melt them and leak from my earsMy rib cage vibrates as my rib bones drumMy organs bounce as I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1188760/ What I haven't said or what I have yet to sayThere is so much more to itWhat life may bring next worries meMy panic often overtakes I know its my faultBut still blaming the world seems so much easierI know how to do rightBut for my own beneficial reasons I do wrongI know I can't continue this f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1188758/ What's wrong with my skin?I don't see the big out of this deal your makingIs it that? What is it that I can not see?More to the point, what is it that you see?Stop making me guess, I'm not one for that game.Tell me, is it really my color?Does my origin matter or who my parent's,grandparents were?Whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1186267/ Only in my writing do I not feel shame for feeling to begin withI can cry onto the paper and ware it away with splashes of blue blurs and sorrow, with not a care in the world.And when someone asks "did you write this?" ,as though they can't believe it,I gladly accept their haterism even though .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shawnay1/1186242/