http://slow.writerscafe.org/NicholeHemstock9 The original writings of author NicholeHemstock en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990502 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  The drawer is open. Herbag is full. Never, she thought, will anyone forgive me for this. The manthat married her mother after her father died is asleep in the living room,covered in drool with a beer bottle in hand, legs sprawled outwardly with hiswedding ring in his left front shi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1496193/ A fear of life and a fear of destinyA fear of growing up is intensely pressing meA fear of fate and a fear of regressingA fear of moving on and all that’s depressing A fear of people and a fear of searchingA fear of being no longer worthyA fear of my intellect no longer workingA fear of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1495752/ This was buried in a flash drive from my 6th grade year. I was going through some struggles with an eating disorder, and I found this this a couple days ago and thought maybe this could help someone e http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1495750/ One year yesterday. How funny that I forgot. Something so sadly pure, Was something so easily bought. Wagered with shaky handsAnd given with no thought. Finally I had the heartFor which I so long fought.  Nothing was as easily given, Yet for so long heald. I hung on to every wordIn which your l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1453996/ Just my little rant on art and how people take advantage of the phrase "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1441787/ So "Story" is a rather strong word for this. I wanted to write my experience recently as more than just a blog no one is going to read. Lately, I've been rather in a bind. I was guilted into enrolling in a college that I knew I didn't want to attend, I got a job working for a sketchy county judge, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1441722/ It's the pain that burns within yourself, When the light begins to die, You can feel it deep inside you, You can see it in your eyes. The hope that's lost with discontent, The lies above the truth, The gritty feeling of emptiness, The chill that's in the room.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1440293/ So as though to speakthrough poetryAnd to laugh in waves ofwordsA poet wrights throughsorrows And makes beauty from thedirt Exhaling darkness inparagraphsAnd lines of saddened rhymeSo a dream of evil spiritsBecomes a masterpiece intime Te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1440267/ Hands reach for mine, I look into brown eyes, And you comfort me, In a troubling time.You radiate inelegance,And Bollywood swag,Every smile you flash, Makes my heart go mad.An essence so comforting,And a presence so calming,You make everything so quiet,In a time so alarming.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1196705/ Two pairs of green eyesAnd nervous handsA beautiful gown And wedding bandsHis smile meets mineAnd his hands still shakeHis eyes are wetAnd his body quakesHis shoulders are broadAnd his intentions pureHis thoughts roam-And his mind enduresThe music startsLike he's been waiting for hoursI take my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1196700/ The brink of discussionAnd a laid back debateLike nothing really mattersOr determines our fatePoliticians move slowlyAnd dwindle on lawsAnd swim in "revenue" with hand-shaped pawsThey appear fierceBut move ever so gentlyWe become distractedAnd our pockets become emptyOur eyes become jadedAnd ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1196691/ This will make all of you women who momentarily hate men feel pretty good. This is not what I'm all about, I don't hate men and I'm not a feminist, but I was angry and this is what happens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1196687/ The air of a breeze- a lonely daya beautiful thing.Hair in the wind-heart to the skysun on my skin.Hopes up high- no troubles within no trouble to try. Two feet on the ground-one head in the cloudsall beautiful sounds. A million at once-what a beautiful sky, what a beau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NicholeHemstock9/1196681/