http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nance The original writings of author Nance en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964446 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There’s that vacantspacesustaining nothing realcarved out hollowjagged sharp as steelspikes and nailsreach everywheremeetingwho should not befire climbs everywheredamning, smiles and silently swearsin a chaosof a city aftermathshe wont ask whyuntruths spoken .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1348892/ a few words to sayto everyone todaya smear of inkacross the back of the pagewrites a primal screamto you, today...a spiritual trusta calm yearning to toucha voice on the telephoneI once loved so muchhear me nowwith anticipated delayI  do existto youand everyone today.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1344280/ If I throw myself..on the floor againif my heart can endurelove and loss againI will ascendto a higher consciousnesswhere souls shine brightwhere wishes blow freelywith warmth from the coldwhere truth is toldas it whispers the pastand foretells the futureto call me home&helli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1342875/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bowdbfeGEAIWe are hereto cheat ourselvesto break our heartsthrough painwe radiate energyfrom each of our pastswe live our life in vainwith the hope of love and acceptanceday after dayour familiar hoursonly to besilenced and suffocatedin a vise grippedreleasedset .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1338556/ Rain,when I feel the rainI am homeRain,soft, greysimultaneously saturatingRain,coloringmy selfinto rhythm and the cryof a new dayRain,a time to riseto breathea precious sighwith laughter and lifeRain,earth’s continuing emotionof enlightenment a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1335845/ The examination of your head is scheduleda clear image is predictablemany delaysif we find it earlywe may save your lifeyour life of discontentyour sorry hoursyour failed wiresthe nuns will be sure to bless you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1327766/ The smile cuts your face in twoarrogancechannels your eyessteel is sharpand hardens the condition of your heartmy thoughts rememberhonest and truetime and memorykilled like a magnum by youentwined as thorns in a forgotten fieldis where we lieyou and Iwaiting a w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1324916/ The sirens were coming for methe feeling was euphoric and the weight of the world was liftedand I was finally dead.Suicide doesn’t run in my familybut depression doesa deep dark groove I fell into the minute I was bornwhere thoughts of death seem comforting, soothinga welcoming p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1317657/ it’s about timeit’s about nothingIt’s about everythingit’s about younot arrivingnot caringnot smilingit’s about mein a whirlwindin a vacuumin a prisonit’s about himstill a childstill in schoolstill at homeit’s about hercountin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1317341/ This worlddisruptive, loudHarmony no longer safeor soundtolerance, rationale unacceptablepeople with differences, non-negotiablebehavior unforgivablethinking wires crossedlove is unbelievableself identification losttime has run out of steamsolitude, a hollow echoin a life, live.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1316535/ We weredismantled left at the gateby the side of the roadas wasteyears chainedto the past to what we didn’t knowwe dismantledall those priceless memoriesbroken piece by pieceplaced in a jar with a lidto suffocate all stories, half truths and apologiesdissipated and yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1316525/ My godyour gunShoot the horseyou rode in onArroganta broken consciencebusted as the windshielddead as the feelingsin a cemeterycreepy as a mexican batMy godyour gunshoot the horseyou rode in onat the endin the havoclies what wasyour labyrinthcalculatingdesigned .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1316522/ on this edge of summerdry day, empty without youone way alley, the vines grow wild felines scatter, gravel oiledblack and blue...broken rearview mirrorlooking for youin the pines, in the burs,no responseto a human needto find youon this edge of summerinterruption of frie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nance/1316136/