http://slow.writerscafe.org/ncldhrty The original writings of author nic en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064883 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this is the first thing I've written in ages http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1551344/ Not so much a story as it is a telling of events. I needed to get my story out, so here it is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1510630/ The month of August wreaked havoc onThe color and the feel of the rise at dawn so I'm Writing a letter to someone that I don't knowYou see it's hard to describe this pain of mineAs I sit in a daze and drink all this wine but I Can tell you it's the worst that's seeped in my bones Dea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1399793/ While the noose around my neckHas been torn to shreds,I still stand, surrounded,By the foot of my bed.While termites climb the legsOf my sturdy wooden chair,rusty nails line the wallsAnd my demons fill the airI told myself I wouldn't fight itIf death came to me so quick,So I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1272110/ I don’t sleep anymore,No, not like I used to,And while the moon slowly fades,I lie awake and watch the shadesof fluorescent white,turn to yellow light,and wonder what it’s like for those who don’t seea sunrise every night.And the ones around me,they say to get some s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1247568/ I was too busy fightingfor everyone elsethat I never noticednobody fighting for meuntil I jumped on the front linesas the shots were being fired,daggers being thrown,when I turned to yell “Charge!”,but instead was met with the ghosts of those I swore were there before;the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1238271/ You say,"I miss you so much, guess what happened today";You give me open-ended sentences,I've got nothing to say.You say,"I heard this song earlier, thought you would like it";My heavy eyes glance at the clock,it's 4 am, and you're just lonely.The illusion of compassion,the impression of considerati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1236407/ I’d give anything formy brain waves to hit low tidebecause the tide’s been highfor far too long.the levees have brokenand I can’t help the flood of empty thoughtsthat have been circulatingin my headlike a whirlpool of neuronswhile I lie in bed.and I can’t ignore the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1235873/ I’m sorry I’m so quiet,And that my tongue is made of glue,I’m sorry I don’t know what to sayWhen I’m face-to-face with you.I’m sorry that I ramble,About nothing, half the time,It’s just because I trust you,Even though you are not mine.I’m sorry that I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1231893/ If sadness comes in waves,I’m getting hit with tsunamis,and if fear is the earthquakesetting off the currents,my brain is tectonic,as my expectations and realityhave collided oh so violently,and the tidal waveof insanityhas slowly drowned meefficiently.-NMD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ncldhrty/1231890/