http://slow.writerscafe.org/winspress98 The original writings of author Heather en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990399 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I'm sorry that you misunderstand.That the majority of you think I choose to be mean.This is me, so take or leave my hand.But I won't change for you, you can but dream.I'm not sorry that you don't like me,For I don't want to be liked or needed.I just want to be able to see,That it's p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1818539/ Winning,It’s supposed to feel good,To fool us into thinking that we are worthy of something more.The reality is, I’m not.Barely scraping by shouldn’t count,“Congrats”The truth is, I just want to get out.To be rid of this scenery, These problems,These fearsBecause m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1818530/ It’s strange.How you can know someone But never really know them.Barely even scratch the surface.Barely see their pain.It’s hard.Trying to know what it feels like,To imagine.We can never know.We can never know what it feels like to be someone else, let alone how their brain works or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1818142/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1818141/ It's funny how society determines how we should act,And yet it's changing colours by the week.There are all of these rules about how to know, what to say, What to do. It's more of a chore than a blessing,Than a right, at the end of the day.But it's fine.They frown upon your existence, your pass.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1807450/ Just a little something I found from an old notebook, from back when I was 13. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1797551/ A cut,On my fourth fingerI barely even noticed it. Then, the blood was oozing outAnd yet it was though I was an outsider looking in.I should be feeling some sort of pain, without a doubtMaybe feeling nothing, shouldn’t have felt like such a win. I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1795763/ A lily can outshine a rainbow(If you are looking in the wrong place)A raindrop can cover a lifetime,If there’s just enough space.It isn’t always about what we know,But the potential we have to dream something better,The potential we need to show.At the end of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1795202/ To wait is to hope on the lost,       Is it worth it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1794670/ I hate the pain.It’s stench is suffocating.But it’s worth the strainOr so they said in the beginning. Blurred vision they say.No matter how hard I try, I can’t remove the fog blocking meLife is forced upon us, everything within it being the pricew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1794475/ No matter how hard I kick,I fight,I resist.I fall right back into it.How can the notion of “nothing” feel so welcoming?Something I can never experience,Yet  I would rather it’s long, bony arms wrap me up,Its cold hands grab me,Its icy breath tickle my soul.I want it to tell me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1794469/ Dark alleys,Weak hearts,Worlds apart,Though it’s never farenough.                                   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1794464/ You expect me to say sorry for who I am?Well,No.From the start I told you I was mean, Heartless,Harsh,Arrogant,Aggressive,Alone.It never seems to sink in.You think I'm trying to be quirky?I'm really not going to stand you for much longer.Yet here you now stand, trying to use the words I once de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1794453/ People like to hope.  If people don’t hope they have to face all of the misery and pain rather than putting it all off for a tad longer because, it will all, of course, “get better in time”. That is one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard. If things .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1794440/ It’s ok.To fear,To grieve,To wonder.It’s ok.Everything is ok. I’m fineHonestlyHow are you?Great, I’m glad. Don’t worry about itSome other time? maybe?I don’t mindIt’s ok.No .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1794437/ When do we stop?How can we?It hurts to breathe,knowing what we've lost.At what cost?One day it's there,then gone.Sunlight smothered by rain clouds.Death glorified through love, pain.Nobody ever mentions the strain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1653503/ I remember falling asleep and waking up in bed, snug, warm and comfortable.I remember the snail races we would have, the time I put one on my hand, you never did give me those buttons!I remember the snoring, the screams, when I would say "it's okay, I'm right here".I remember the fear of the dark, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1420931/ (found poetry) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1420926/ Passion is the density of love.Who are we?Life is merely a blank canvas.Fear, the hope to learn, to grow.Life? Death? Who knows? It could all be lies.A will to change, to succeed, to lose.Our choices depict who we are, who we will become, what we will be.Kind? Nice? Caring?NO.Not even for the sake o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1420910/ Their determination to succeed astounds me.For I have never seen such beyond bravery, i wish to see;the hearts of the innocent protected in the night sky and those who protect us,may we help, try.To fight for our country with pride,makes us never forget you, those who cried, who died.For you are our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1368048/ For one of the strongest people I know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1354584/ Sitting, standing, waiting.You can't see it, but i can.Strolling, wandering, pacing.I hear the pain, is life out of here really better than?What if we are on the side with the greener grass?What if there is no such thing as looking back?Maybe....Maybe we are better off here alone.Our souls glimmer i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1331356/ Young. When we are young the lies seep into our brains, father christmas, the tooth fairy, life is happy and long and sadly this is not reality, we are mere puppets in the deep realms of this world. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" they say, life is killing us slowly, others more quickly, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1295197/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1295183/ The cats eyes cursed at the kingdom beneath her. "Silly humans", she muttered to herself as she stared at the anger and pain below. The day had come, the day when all hope is lost. The rough edges of the earth now cried endless streams, tears of blood. Rivers now overflowed as piles of bodies blocke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1294416/ My eyes can see right through the sea but yet not a pretty picture.My ears can hear a symphony but yet never seem to hear my laughter.I have smelt the smell of petrol a thousand times but never near my door.I have touched the heart of a teddy bear though it no longer beats.I have seen the epic beaut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1273884/ Looking after something as it silenty whistles in the wind,singing, screaming out in pain longing to not have sinned.Peace is the echo of all of the people who are born, of all of those who die,a murderer who's a coward, a muderer's cry.Life never was, is, as simple as a blissfully summers dayan inv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1273872/ it can smell my fearthe must and fog cloaks me and beckons the monster towards metime is of the essence the monster is coming is nearthe blood drips down the creatures slimy scaly face as it looks me in the eye, i think it can seei run stumbling, heart throbbing, i tripthe monster lets out a giddy g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1260151/ i am strong under the bright moonthe darkness shimmers in the everlasting lightwith every breath i take and every sight i see i swoonyou and the sun are partners in crime, are ever so tightLike the sea you attract me, beckon me towards your innocence, your purityi giggle to myself as you fool the pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1255680/ Why is it the sun hides when i wish for it to brighten my day?Why is it i can never find the words to say what my heart yearns for me to say?Why is it i can never find the time even in this day and age?Why is it that fear fills some people with everlasting rage?Why is it that people have to cry, whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1255119/ without you i would be nothingi breathe your essence as it gives me lifeyou turn my nothing into somethingwe go hand in hand like man and wifeyou dance in the eternal whispers of our soulsforever singing songs of pure beautyyour piece fits each holeyou are there for each and every one of us, it is y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1240760/ life is us, us humans, it represents us in our shining moments and us at our lowest point in life, that's life. We rely on life, it represents our true selves, without it we can't be ourselves,if life is no more then we are dead, no longer always here. Death. When we are born we are destined to die,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1237953/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1234149/ not from personal experience but definitely something people struggle with in day to day life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1228307/ life can be harsh as the unseen can seea knife or a life can be used passionatelyfreedom, a word unknown as is its meaningwe wander searching for an unknown happiness even screaminglife is always changing maybe not for the good or for the betterthunder screams reflecting on our feelings and the weat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1227902/ The eternal fire in the sunlights eyes leads me through the nightNobody said it would be easy or hardA life worth living a strike for a fightOne mind shattered by pain a search for that one shardWe part searching for the lost memory of that time in each of our hearts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1227470/ Life brings joy, with freedom comes will on an eternally sinful night.One soul can shimmer through the darkness as one wish upon a star can fight.A night to remember a dance til September a song to be eternally sungThe night screams for us beckons us forward begs us to be forever young.One s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1206813/ Lost I wander aimlessly,alone. At what cost do the love decide to love once more?People glare and give me a harsh tone. I'm no liar but I can't seem to choose any door.The path of my life and what its destined to be, How to make a decision that will come into view forever. I laugh, but do I lau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1200244/ The light glistens Beckoning me to the end of the tunnel I can't hear properly I can't listen The smothering clouds swirl as if they are going through a funnelI see two magpies their love keeps them close But it also leads them to cry When one dies it causes the ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1199350/ Colours create atmospheric swirlsthey surround me effortlessly,Impossible is pearlsDreams decieve me peacefully.we are no strangers to the shadowsThey haunt us in the nights,We are no strangers to the shadowsThey always give us a fright.We are blinded by the fear that we areMaybe w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1199317/ Time is a thing of peace, It structures our lives, We are never right or wrong which causes our lives to crease, Life,death who knows it could all be lies. Motionless in the depths of our sorrow we stroll across the stream singing sweetly We place our hearts for safe keeping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/winspress98/1199040/