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Topic: "Love" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1941978/ 7.20.17 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1941750/ Where is the hopethat once planted rootswas it artificial all this time?I have these thoughtsI can't shake loosetell me, when can I just ---? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1936993/ In a moment. who could understandjust how low one can fall, those whotry to pick themselves up just to stall - the time they are stealing  from all they meet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1895068/ Eyes glance, a thought dances sudden and yet brightly I wonder if maybe.Oh, it could never really bebut why not imagine if not for a moment, right nowwonderfully, mine, this moment - please, me.Why not envision that step I could have takenbackwards, instead of passing by youperhaps ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1895066/ I don't wanna be aroundanyoneAnd darling, you don't understandthat my mind is like a gun,open fire,loose with the canon -and you'll bleed tonight.*I don't wanna be aroundanyoneAnd darling, you just don't knowthat my heart is like stoneand I'm     sick with indifference -and I'll bleed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1874479/ Tell me it’s worth itTell me there’s meritwhen it’s indeterminatewhen it’s all irrelevant. Help me shake off this feelingto shut my head off and start dealingI wanna trust that this will subside againWhy don’t youTell me that there&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1874116/ 12.16.16 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1864871/ The air is alive, breathing, filling the space with vivid stripes of emotionMy ears are warm, just the lower halves --and I'm lying motionlessMy eyes see through lifeas if it's all transparent, not real,a dreamand as if there's no point in reaching out to yearn for a thing.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1839522/ The night is quiet, and yet my ear aches. The sound is deafening and the air is loud. I hear...vibrations - in the air. There's a noise, high pitched and feminine. There's a low tone, nearer my ear. There's a sound like an airplane -- distant, but audible. It's scraping the sky. My ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1746302/ Surely, quickly,like the way it pulses within your skin.The blood floods you Can you hear it?Damaged.Somewhat deranged Are. You.slipping away?Shocked?I'd say no sir, You haven't seen sirThe waylife's spit on meI'm going too faror maybe no where forhope to reac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1729392/ It's interesting. I don't know if it was just a passing... feeling, like a cloud which comes and goes all too soon. Perhaps, it was just that, and if so, then negative thoughts are no joke to one's existence. I used to dwell a lot longer on these clouds, sometimes more engulfed by ones gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1700175/ A short, three-part sequence of thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1700117/ It doesn't matter that we'll die,The fact is -- We live! And therefore, cling -- CLING! Cling to life human! Cling, and live, and breathe.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1700113/ But to hold onto Life,or to wish for Death,is the right for humans to have and make. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1700110/ To hold onto life is a strange idea since we're tied to death already. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1700107/ The feeling overwhelms and yet, sits well.Happiness killing the black that coated your shell.Who knew they could warm your souland make you want to be more "you"?Happiness letting you accept the factthat it's time to start anew. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1596925/ And you don't know it but I am very pained.And much of my days are spentwallowing or drained.wasting time because I hurt so deepmy own shadows betraying me... ~~ And when I realized you could make me smile --It felt so long that I had --   I continued for a while  Talki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1594102/ I feel like a fail. I just wanna scream. Let me bash my head in. C'mon, C'mon ahhhhh! Let me!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1593605/ Song Lyrics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1569218/ There are days when all I dream for is Peace.I want happiness for this heartand to quell the roar of a Beast.It's a Beast that consumes and devours my insides full.Its malicious strength looms ---- telling me everything's irrelevant and appetizing Escapism's pull.But, I have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1568079/ It sucks that you're in pain in such agony you can't restrain fromor possibly make me understand if you tried to explain some.There's not much I think I could sayto communicate how much I wish that you weren't in this state whereyou're frustratedand melancholy sits. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1561792/ So Desperate to do goodbecause you fear that you're badThat the reason you're detachedas a human, and so sadLies in that you aren't human at allno, perhaps something worsePerhaps a demonsomething sinfulA caricature,a curse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1557422/ WHAT THE HELL AM I NOT GETTING?Can't seem to calm this soul that's always upsettingmy life and this pit in my heartit's all worth nothingto feel this painand anguish in my bodyit's almost too much to takeI swear trusting me with emotionswas such a mistakeBecause careful, I might just waste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1552518/ It's funny, but for a second there I thought I was getting better. I can't seem to pin it down and so if you were to directly ask me, "What's wrong," I couldn't answer even if I wanted to. Truthfully, I don't want you to know something's wrong. I'd rather we all play pretend and smile and ask t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1552502/ YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND... the pain I feel is massive: massively singular and massively nothing. It is everywhere and nowhere. It relishes as if it were alive and self-sustaining. And at this point, I believe it is. The pain is so deep that my insides feel black. I exist in the empty. I am a void. My h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1497103/ THERE WAS SO much quiet beforehand that it was almost unnatural to hear sound stir the night. Everything died. But then like a jolt or a twitch in an eye, something just suddenly happened, awakening the furniture, the room, the mind within me. It was like something took breath for itself a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1483861/ and that that creeping impulse slipping from my arm to my handto my fingers in a grip to graspthe skin and pull and tug and rip again the urgeappears. and my heart pulsesracesto leap forward - anxiety chases I'm hoping to bitethe remainderof this urge&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1483446/ I stare at my desk. It's home to sticky notes, water bottles, stacks of paper and empty cups of tea. The dim light in the corner casts a yellow dingy hue to the room. The air is still and quiet. I can't find the mind to focus. I'm absent-mindedly looking around, noticing small insignificant details,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1483430/ In an effort to be of value, a lonely student suddenly begins work on numerous projects and contests. His sudden activities captures the attention of others, making him a target of interest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1483429/ EVER FEEL LIKE you're doing something wrong?Like fundamentally wrong.Like what you're doing -- how you're living -- is just so off-trackbut you didn't really realize it before. .  .You're just there sitting at your desk, the clock's nearing 3, and mountains of papers surround you. You were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1471442/ One cannot truly live without purpose, so we create one. But is this not a farce? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1468205/ I CAN'T HELP but feel behind. It's like life's moving on without me. I feel unaccomplished, like all I actually own are half hearted believed dreams. I keep starting things and starting things, yet I can't seem to finish. And somewhere in me aches to be able to actually live out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1468155/ His neck was stiff. His fingers pained. His resolve, immutable.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1468133/ I caved. I cried. For someone that I don't know. That I don't even like. For someone I don't have.I decided to write this down...these feelings overwhelming my head. It would have been "insignificant" if I hadn't cried. I wouldn't have decided to write it if I didn't cry.Crying made me cer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1467720/ "Hey -- Let's watch a movie :D " http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1467511/ THE FEELING INSIDE me suddenly felt light. It was strange because despite a sudden freedom, I still felt plagued by the distant guilt and fear lingering in the background. I found myself on my twin size bed, laptop at my belly, earbuds in. I had an arm thrown lazily behind my neck and every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1467471/ I am quite aware that Love exists. I see it. It just seems to repel me like we're the same sides or poles of a magnet. And it feels like it'll always repel me. like this is just nature. like this is how its supposed to be - like this is just fact - that it was never meant for me to feel in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1369385/ When I read your work, I feel sort of ashamedThat while you talk of hopeI talk of pain.I'm shining a lighton the darkness within meAnd I sorta feel embarrassedthat you'll think me weak.I'm not always so glum,so grim, so self deprecatingI swear I know more stuffI can do more than just hatin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1369376/ hoping You stay blessed As you watch those with less Fall and cry And scream out why?! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1365468/ The worst thing is crying yourself to sleep because you're so dormant to your own life, afraid of taking the reins yourself and yet still complaining when you hate where you are. Yet, "It's nobody's fault except my own" I'm too aware of this fact. I pity me. I douse my soul with empty hate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1363290/ It just comes out of nowhere sweeps you off your feet your left only with the damage.I feel impulsivebut I have a lot of restraintthe desire to punchto inflict pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1319191/ 2.20.14 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1319141/ All is unrelated. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1317392/ "I'd rather you be exactly who or whatever you are. Just be that and then I can decide whether or not I want to be around it."I was caught off guard by his blunt and semi-sharp words. I mean, I knew he was a very straight forward person, but, still... "Don't be nice if you're not. Don't try an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1314732/ His pace was smooth, relaxed and fresh. He was a new face I had never seen before and I began to feel my cheeks flush at the suddenness of seeing him. I was shocked and suddenly staring all wide eyed for a rather long dragged out minute. His eyes glanced my way and his pace sort of st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1314616/ She sat in the empty living room, aware of every sound that breathed. She was alone in her thoughts and it was always times like these in which were quite dangerous.She sighed heavily. "I... I'm so frustrated!" She screamed, clamping her fingers tightly into fists. The anger she felt may h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1314592/ His tongue flickered just before it set on skin, landing lightly at the tip of his ring finger.It was a momentary touch, brief and as he did so, he slid the finger lightly brushing over his bottom lip. A soft smile then emerged into a sly mischievous grin and his elated eyes looked up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1314510/ At a loss for words the boy stayed in the back left corner of the elevator. His hands gripped the bar that bordered around with all his might and he tried not to paint any emotion upon his face. His lips were slightly parted and the sound of his breathing, so rough, dry and heavy, refused to ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/writer9872/1314431/