http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shayy The original writings of author Shay33 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071471 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 As I stood, Gazing in all directions, There was nothing.As far as the naked eyeCould see,Nothing.Nothing but catastrophic winds,Tearing the very ground,And the grounds after that,Away from the Earth.Nothing but blood-stained soilFrom decades of warfare.Nothing but billowing cloudsOf smoke, steam and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/578197/ Of all thingsNew and old and constant, My fingers fight and failTo grasp onto what is real.When my ears and mindDrown in propaganda, In biased falseness,In music and rumorsAnd this and thatAnd more,The only thing they yearn forIs truth.Refreshing simplicity.But it never comes.Rather, my own blind so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/578184/             It was the clicking of my mother’s trademark red stilettos that woke me from my shallow sleep.  I swung my legs around, buried my eleven-year-old toes in the deep, lush carpet and snuck into the hallway.  My mother wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/536823/ Symbolic poem written from the point of view of a guitar. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/528401/ Just a little tidbit about how it feels to go through conditioning for a sport... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/521651/ Memo:Tomorrow, the morning of November 26th, 2024, all residents of Arizona will become generation1. Shortly after the gas is released, the new commander of that area will read the new Code of Conduct over the town’s loudspeaker. No individual shall escape the message. If this occurs, this i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/516502/ You rememberThe angry wallsClosing in,Crushing you toPieces,Without the least bitOf hesitation, Don't you?Spreading branchesIntertwinedCracking as they reachedTo the sky(As if it could be touched)Will brittle but eager arms.Our feel smothered In white mistAs we stood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514823/ They may have numbers, But they don't have the heartThat we do.They don't stand when othersHave fallen.They don't welcome bare human scentOr moonshadows Or blind pilots.In the end, we'll triumph,And their glass expressions willShatter and fall, along with theirBrittle hearts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514821/ All I am is not all that you see.Days like today, I feel like a mere mistIn the midst of a vague existence.Days like today, I feel retainedIn a cell with a knob-lacking doorWhile you dance on clear, summer air.So steady was my hand as IPainted the mask that your eyes dissect.So I hid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514820/ I'll sing because nobody knowsThat I have mint between my toes,Goosebumps underneath my clothes,The scent of roses in my nose. I'll laugh because nobody seesThe stings of two real angry bees,The smiling faces above the trees,The green of grass rubbed on my knees. I'll d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514817/ Today, I am an eagle.I'll soar above the treetops andTouch my tongue to the sky.Today, I will tell you whyBecause I know the reason.Today, I will write with penBecause I will make no errors.Today, I will count the stars,Twice,And show you how the sun tastes.Today I will dance wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514816/ My tear ducts are sore, And the rain falls upon this dead house.I'm positive that I won't get any sleep tonight.Because it's so hard to find anything realIn this world of plastic and airbrush.Everybody wants to be a cutout.We all wish we could be dolls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514812/ Oh, glorious day.When the sun passes the horizon And floods our morning with light.When birds sing happily, without care andCurious rabbits jump throughDew-caked grass.Great, happy mornings whenThe scent of coffee hangs in the air andThe sky is painted honey andThe atmosphere hums .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514808/ Fictional story about two young girls and their family issues. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/514194/ Wooden planks moan beneath me.Our fingers intertwined,Tears surface beneath fluttering eyelids.Crack.Lightning splits the sky in two.Raindrops fall behind my ears.Sirens yell from off in the distance,Under a blanket of fierce grey.My tongue dances behind my teeth.We are merely whis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/513953/ Heart is racing, hands wet,And still no satisfaction.It scorches you,Internal chemical reaction.Asphyxiate, the mist surrounds you,All oxygen is lost.It tortures you to see the lineYou so blatantly crossed.Poison running through your veins,You're sprawled across the floor.You ble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/513952/ Imagine, for a moment, that the world was black and white.Every angle of this Earth, just a blur of grey.Imagine, if our senses were dulled,It would be easier to make it through each day.If our hands were demagnetized To conform to the way society wanted us to be,If our eyes were sterili.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shayy/513949/